Page 7 of Kept By the Bratva

Why not fuck her one more time and know that she’s really nothing special?

“Do I know you?” she repeated, firmer and angrier this time.

“Do you want to?” I challenged, dragging my nose along her jawline.

Her skin was as soft as I remembered, satiny and smooth, and the closer I dipped toward her neck and dragged in a deep breath, the spicier. Her flesh gave off a warm scent that intoxicated me, and Icouldn’t help the low growl that left my lips. She smelled delicious, clean, yet with something exotic in her lotion or perfume. Her skin was so warm and soft to the touch, begging for my kisses.

“I—” She gasped as I pressed my lips to the delicate spot below her ear. Just like that other night, she reacted fiercely. Her breath left her mouth in a rush. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she instinctively leaned her head to the opposite side, giving me access to kiss her again.

Fuck.She was impossible to resist. I slid my hand out to caress her hip, and holding her flush to my dick that grew harder with every second of her presence, I lowered my mouth to the top of her neck again. This time, I kept my lips parted, pressing my tongue to her flesh and sucking hard.

“Dammit. I—” She whimpered, making such a needy, sexy sound of desire that my cock jerked beneath my pants.

“Do you?” I asked again, knowing she was putty in my hands. There was no way she could know it was me, but that didn’t matter. She was turned on this much already.

I stepped toward the wall, caging her there as I brought my free hand to her face. I cupped her jaw roughly, and once I tipped her upward, I caged her to the brick wall with my mouth smashed over hers.

She moaned. At the first touch of contact, she leaned toward me and rewarded me with that husky, wanton sound of needing more.

Just like before, she tasted hot and addictive, and I reveled in her enthusiasm, her boldness, to slide her tongue alongside mine. She was no wallflower. Amy wasn’t a naïve, timid lover. Even though we were strangers and I’d stalked her here, she didn’t shy away from obeying her traitorous body. She had to know better. She wasn’t stupid. And I wouldn’t forget her fear before she’d turned it into defiance.

But she wanted me.

Moaning and reaching up on her tiptoes, she kissed me back so quickly and soundly, I pushed up against her to ground my hardening dick against her pussy. A louder sound tore from her lips, a sexy groan that hit me right in the balls. I flattened her to the wall as I ripped my lips from her, staring down at the lust shining in her eyes.

“I…” She frowned, seeming frustrated and confused by her desire for me. When she licked her lips, staring at mine, I knew I’d take her right here against the wall.

“Fuck me,” I muttered, dropping my mouth to hers.

Just before I touched her, the sounds of men reached me.

I hesitated, recognizing the braying laughter of the one. Keeping Amy flush to the wall, I turned my head to see down the alley. She went still too, and her quick pants of air whipped against my cheek.

Two cops walked by, coming from the direction of the strip club.

Dammit!One was the Bratva’s nemesis. That asshole cop was always trying to meddle with our businesses and bring us down. Steven Murphy was highly regarded on the NYPD forces, but he was a thorn in our side.

I didn’t want to know why he was lurking—out of uniform—near one of the Valkov clubs. He should’ve known better than to be on our turf. And the fact that he was here, near a spot the Ortez Cartel seemed to be targeting, was interesting.

“Fuck.” I stepped back from Amy, breathing hard as I realized I couldn’t stay here. I didn’t belong here with her. I had to be on duty. I had to scope and look out, like I told Alek I would.

If that cop was hanging around, ready to cause trouble or counting on something happening, I refused to be slacking like this.

I scowled at Amy. She slumped against the brick wall, touching her fingertips to her lips. Her eyes were wide open with so many emotions I couldn’t pick them apart. Confusion that I’d stopped.Alarm that she’d been kissing a stranger in an alley. Horror that she wasn’t fighting back. But most of all, the potent lust for more of that kiss.

I wanted her. So bad. I yearned for her to the point of pain, and I hated that she couldn’t be mine. Not here. Not ever again.

Without a word, I turned, hasty in my steps to return to the club and keep an eye on things like I was supposed to.

Fury filled me. Regret burned me from the inside out. I could be mad all I wanted. It was unfair that my life stood between me and the woman I wanted. But duty would always come first. I was a Valkov, and I would never willingly let my family down.

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AMY

The man ran down the alley. He left me there, all alone.

One second, he was crashing his hot lips to mine, making me want to feel his mouth everywhere, dueling for a taste and growling with desire.

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