Page 16 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “The universe wanted you to kidnap Jack Bowman and potentially get me in legal trouble?”

“No, I mean this,” he says and cups my cheek.

A split-second later, his mouth crashes into mine, his tongue slipping past my lips, conquering everything in its path. I moan against his mouth, fire bursting through my whole body as I instantly surrender to him. Max is unforgiving, devouring, consuming, as he claims me yet again. His other hand comes down. I don’t even notice until it slips between my legs and under my skirt, finding me hot and wet for him. “Your panties are soaked,” he growls against my lips.

“It’s not my fault,” I manage.

“Your body is naturally reacting to what it wants.”

His fingers press against the fabric of my panties, against my overly stimulated clit. My hips buck and sway forward, a reflexive reaction to his devastating touch. His index finger slips over the hem, and he pulls it aside. I’m exposed against his fingertips, burning tenderly for him.

“This is wrong,” I whisper.

“Then ask me to stop,” he whispers back.

“I can’t,” I reply and steal a glance to the side, just to make sure that no one can see us.

This is insane. It is shameful and scandalous. Yet all I can do is kiss him, hungrily, desperately, as his fingers work their magic on my tender nub. He takes it one step further, penetrating me while pressing the base of his palm against my clit. I gasp, feeling the pressure gathering in my core. A ball of thunder and lightning threatens to unravel with each stroke.

“You want this as badly as I do,” Max whispers in my ear.

“Don’t stop,” I moan.

“I have to.”

“No.”

But he does. He withdraws his hand then takes a moment to lick his fingers, one at a time. They’re slick with my arousal, his eyes twinkling with delight as he looks down at me. “We should do this again sometime,” he says.

“You’re devious,” I groan with frustration, flustered as I straighten my skirt. “And mean.”

“There is something about you that’s troubling, Lyric.”

I give him a curious look. “You’re the one who had his hand up my skirt just now.”

“You’re dangerously addictive,” he says. “We might have to go back on our word. We might have to have you again.”

“Not going to happen,” I chuckle as I shake my head.

He leans down, maintaining eye contact until I lose my breath. “Don’t lie, Lyric. I know you’ll give in to your desires.”

“You’re insane.”

“Keep Friday night clear for us. We obviously have unfinished business.”

I want to deliver another sassy comeback but I can’t find the words. Max gives me one last smile before he straightens his back and walks away, leaving the coffee and the pastries atop my desk.

“Be a good girl in the meantime,” he adds.

I huff and plop down in my chair. A minute passes as I sit there, turned on and annoyed by this man’s teasing, realizing that I will most definitely be keeping this Friday night open.

4

Artur

We’re in deep trouble, and we know it.

The minute Lyric walked into that hotel room, we were pretty much done for. It only took us a few days to figure it out as every conversation that followed inadvertently led us back to her. Her presence was brief but inexplicably intimate. We were only supposed to have some fun. To celebrate having managed to get to Bowman without his lackey Smith sniffing us out.

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