A Secretary For The Bratva Boss – Jailaa West

I want… I don’t know…” “You want me inside you,” I say, the words a rough growl. I position myself over her. I’m hard, aching, my cock pressing against her wet, sensitive entrance. “This is going to hurt, Talia. Just for a moment. But I need you to look at me. Do not close your eyes. I want to be the only thing you see.” Her eyes lock on mine, wide and trusting. I push. She’s so… tight. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I meet the barrier, the proof of her innocence.

“Stay with me,” I whisper. I thrust, one sharp, deliberate movement. She screams. Her back arches off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. A sharp, burning pain flashes in her eyes, followed by tears. “Shh, shh,” I murmur, not moving. I hold myself perfectly still, buried to the hilt inside her. I kiss her, tasting her tears. “It’s done. It’s over. The pain is gone, malen’kaya. It’s just us now.” I stay still for a full minute, letting her body acclimate to mine, letting her feel me, all of me, stretching her, filling her.

Her breathing slowly calms. Her legs, which were tensed, relax, wrapping around my waist. “Anton?” she whispers. “I’m here.” I pull back, just an inch, and push in again. Slowly. Her eyes flutter. A tiny gasp. Not of pain. I do it again. Deeper. “Oh…” “Da,” I whisper. “Like that.” I begin to move. A slow, deep, hypnotic rhythm. I’m teaching her, teaching her body to take mine, to love it.

I watch her face. I watch the pain fade, replaced by a dazed, building pleasure. This is it. This is the moment I’ll own forever. Not just her body, but her first. Her hips start to move, a timid tilt upward, meeting my thrusts. “That’s it, good girl,” I praise her, my voice rough. “Take me. Take all of me.” I speed up the rhythm. The bed is groaning. The storm is raging. But the only thing in the universe is her face, her sounds, the feel of her, tight and hot, milking me.

“I’m… I’m close…” she gasps, her eyes rolling back. “Not without me,” I growl. I reach down, my thumb finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive. I press down, hard, at the exact same time I thrust deep. Her orgasm is a detonation.

9. Epilogue – Talia Holidays with the Bratva Bred by the Bratva Series More Mafia? Yes, please! About Jailaa West 1kitap1.com/en 1 Talia The heel snaps clean off my boot the second I step onto the curb, and I go down hard on one knee. Ice-cold slush soaks through my tights, biting into skin already numb from the walk. My résumé scatters across the sidewalk like confetti, pages darkening as snow melts into expensive paper I couldn’t afford to reprint.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I scramble to gather them, fingers shaking—not from cold, though the wind cuts through my coat like it’s made of tissue paper. Panic. Pure, throat- closing panic, because I’m already ten minutes late and this is my last shot before Christmas tips me over the edge into eviction. The building looms above me, all glass and steel and money I’ll never touch.

Sindicate Tower. Even the name sounds like power, like the kind of place that chews up girls like me and spits out the bones. But the temp agency promised good pay for holiday coverage, and I’m desperate enough to ignore the way my stomach twists when I look at those gleaming doors.

I limp inside, one boot flat, the other still clinging to its heel like a bad joke. The lobby swallows me whole—marble floors so polished I see my reflection, security guards in suits that probably cost more than I make in three months. Everything smells like fresh pine from the massive tree dominating the center of the space, wrapped in white lights and silver ribbon. I don’t belong here. Every step I take screams it. The receptionist barely glances up when I approach, her perfectly manicured nails clicking against her keyboard.

“Can I help you?” “I have an interview. Talia Brooks. I’m—” I swallow. “I’m a little late.” Her gaze flicks over me, taking in my ruined tights, my damp coat, the stack of wrinkled papers clutched against my chest. Not quite pity. Maybe recognition of someone else who’s had to claw their way up. “Thirty-fourth floor. Mr. Ismailov’s assistant will meet you at the elevator.”

Mr. Ismailov. I give her my rehearsed professional smile and try to hide my nerves as I cross to the elevator bank, praying not to slip on my uneven boots. I’ve heard stories—everyone has. The Ismailov family doesn’t just own buildings; they own entire blocks, entire industries. New money mixed with darker connections that make people look away and change the subject. I should’ve asked more questions.

Should’ve wondered why a temp position at a place like this was still open three days before Christmas. The elevator ride is smooth and silent, no music to drown out my breathing. The numbers climb, my reflection wavering in the polished metal doors.

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