Midnight Purgatory (Bugrov Bratva #1)(82)

I’ve approached this like an addict trying to get clean. I went cold turkey and stopped looking at the camera, stopped going down to see her. As long as I kept working, that plan was successful. But now, I’m alone, with nothing but my thoughts and my rising blood pressure.

What is she doing right now? Is she pissed? Sad? Frustrated?

There’s nothing like seeing Alyssa all riled up. All that self-consciousness falls by the wayside when something really gets her going.

I walk over to the bar and pour myself a shot. It doesn’t help, so I take another. That doesn’t help, either. What are my other options?

Take a cold shower? Done that.

Hit the gym? Done that, too.

Fuck another woman? I consider that for all of five seconds before my body physically rejects the idea. Quite literally, my erection deflates instantly. But by the time I walk over to the desk and sit down, it’s perking up again simply from the anticipation of seeing Alyssa.

I might need rehab at this point.

The feed starts up but all I can see is black. What the fuck…? For a moment, I wonder if we’ve been hacked. But when I check the cameras around the rest of the house, everything seems to be working fine. I switch perspective between cameras and I realize that the feed is fine.

We haven’t been hacked into.

Alyssa has found the cameras.

Furious, I’m out of my seat and storming towards the basement, ready to tear her a new one. I’m vaguely aware that I’m a little too happy to have a legitimate reason to go down there. I shove open the door—well, I try to. Oddly, I’m met with resistance.

“Alyssa!” I roar through the two-inch gap.

I push a little harder and I hear the scrape of something heavy on the other side. Has she tried to block it?

Her voice comes from beyond the scraping sound. She sounds relatively calm on the surface, but there’s an edge. “I’d like some privacy, thanks.”

Oh, hell no.

I push my entire weight against the door and it shoves open, upending the armchair that she wedged in place. I suppose she has had a lot of free time down here. Of course, I’m not about to feel sorry for her. I’m here to teach her a goddamn less—

I freeze.

Fuck me.

She’s lying on the bed, bare naked, her hair feathered out over the pristine white sheets. Her head is resting against a raised pillow while her right hand disappears between her legs.

“What are you doing?”

She turns to the side and raises her eyebrows. But she doesn’t stop touching herself; she doesn’t even make an attempt to cover herself up.

“I would have thought it was obvious.” She arches her back and pushes her nipples out. Then she lets out a long, drawn-out moan.

I flinch as though the sound is physically painful. “Stop.”

She doesn’t even look my way. She spreads her legs out a little wider, offering me a perfect view of her dripping wet pussy and just keeps rubbing her folds. “This isn’t a good time, Uri.”

“Alyssa,” I growl, “I’m serious.”

She lets out a delighted little chuckle. “Oh, I bet you are. Always so serious, huh, Uri? The big bad pakhan with the whole world on his shoulders. You just need to relax. Like I’m doing right now.”

Her tits look so good. My mouth fills with saliva and my cock is straining hard against my pants.

“Alyssa…”

But my tone isn’t nearly as commanding as I need it to be. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on laying down the law, when all I want to do is lay… well, her.

“Yes, boss?” she gasps. “What do you want from me?” Her gaze slides dreamily to me. “I’m yours to command, aren’t I? Yours to use.”

Stop it, I scold myself. You’re the one who’s in charge.

“What is the point of this little show?” I manage to snarl.

She bites on her bottom lip and starts rubbing herself a little faster, just a little bit harder. The sheen of sweat on her body makes me want to do terrible things to her.

“Why did you put paper over the cameras?” I demand, trying to pretend as though she’s not writhing around naked on her bed.

“Mmm… I wanted privacy. You can imagine why.”

Goddammit. My cock throbs. “That’s a safety concern.”

“You’re a safety concern.” Her fingers keep stroking. “Why didn’t you let me out on Monday?”

“I was busy.” My voice comes out hoarse and strained. “You seem to be doing just fine on your own.”

She rolls over and gets on her knees. Her fingers are still rubbing her clit as she turns to face me. “A girl’s gotta find ways to entertain herself.”

My jaw clenches and my eyes narrow. “Stop it now, Alyssa.”

She bites her bottom lip and her eyes narrow to match mine. “I’m not stopping until I come.”

“You don’t get to come until I say you can.”

Her response is to moan even louder. My cock is ready to burst and my willpower is hanging by a thread.

She shakes her head. “Oh, no—you’re not the boss of me.”

Those fire-and-brimstone eyes are wreaking havoc on my body. On my fucking soul. She’s what I’ve been missing the last few days. She’s the reason my stomach has been twisted in knots, my fists clenched tight.