I sexted my student’s dad by mistake.
Now the Bratva king says I belong to him.
It started with a flirty text and one stupid selfie.
Meant for a stranger.
Sent to my student’s single father.
Gennady Sokolov.
Silver hair. Velvet voice.
Too busy running Chicago’s underworld to show up at school.
I should’ve deleted his number.
But his reply—
Dark. Commanding. Filthy.
I couldn’t stop.
We played with fire.
Dirty texts. Silk punishments.
And the night I tried to end it?
He knocked on my door.
Now I’m locked in his mansion.
Learning Russian between care and punishments.
And while his enemies circle—
I’m carrying his baby.
