Page 467 of Hate Mates

Claiming My Revenge by Siobhán Davis™

Chapter One

CASSIO/COHEN

“Damn, she sure is going for it tonight.” Jesse’s gaze tracks Irina across the crowded club.

“Heartbreak has a way of bringing out that reckless, destructive inner beast in all of us,” I deadpan, sipping my water as I watch my prey throw herself into the middle of the dance floor with gleeful abandon. I know from personal experience how easy it is to lose yourself when your heart has been violently ripped from your chest and all you’re left with is an angry, hollow shell.

Though I wonder if Irina Mikhailov is actually heartbroken. Maybe she’s celebrating being free of her cheating ex. I thought it’d be harder to set up, but Adrian took the bait with zero hesitation. My free hand balls into a fist at my side as I contemplate paying her pathetic ex a visit purely to use his face as a punching bag. Although I’m grateful he’s a weak piece of shit, I still don’t understand how he could cheat on someone like her.

My gaze rakes over every inch of Irina as she dances with Cecilia, her college bestie from Stanford. Soft honey-blonde waves cascade around Irina’s slim shoulders as she moves herbody in perfect time to the music. Her eyes are closed as she dances provocatively, roaming her hands over her stunning curves, but I see them in my mind’s eye—seductive whiskey-colored wide eyes bordered by long thick black lashes that are the real deal. Any time she fixes them on me, it’s like she sucks all the oxygen from my lungs and I’m instantly under her spell.

Until she opens her mouth and ruins it.

Irina Mikhailov, youngest daughter of Pakhan Vladimir Mikhailov, the leader of the Bratva in San Francisco, is equal parts ice queen and fire goddess, and I can’t wait to get her under me. Especially because she hates my guts and it’ll be the sweetest reward when I make her bow before me.

Vengeance has never looked more delectable.

Irina’s formfitting black dress leaves little to the imagination, and as my gaze drags over her chest, tiny waist, and slender hips to those tempting satiny-smooth long legs, I can’t help visualizing them thrown over my shoulders as I pound into her tight, pretty pussy. My dick hardens instantly, pressing painfully against the zipper of my black pants. It’s Irina’s superpower. From the instant I met her last year, one look is all it takes to make me hard as steel.

“You should make your move before she’s completely trashed.” Jesse licks his lips as his gaze thankfully wanders to Irina’s best friend.

“This should be fun.” I’m smirking as I set my glass down on the counter and crick my neck from side to side.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” My buddy-slash-business-partner chuckles, joining me as I make a beeline for the dance floor.

Sneaking up behind Irina, I press my body flush against hers as my hands snake around her hips, gripping her from behind. My little Bratva princess keeps her eyes closed as she sways herhips, rotating her body back against me, uncaring who I might be.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Even more so because she ditched her protective detail to sneak out again tonight, and she has no backup if anything heads south. Her father has plenty of enemies—yours truly being top of that list—and she is a target. Irina is smart. She knows this, which makes her recklessness all the more aggravating. I want to take her naughty ass over my knee and spank the shit out of her for being so irresponsible, but I won’t because this plays into my agenda.

Cecilia’s eyes pop wide as she stares at me. Her mouth opens, and she takes a step toward her best friend before I shake my head in warning, drilling her with a look that tells her to butt out. I’m grateful when Jesse grabs Cecilia’s hand and tugs her away from us, flashing me a devilish smirk before he disappears out of view.

My breath is warm against Irina’s neck as I dig my fingers into her hips and gyrate my pelvis, ensuring she feels everything she’s doing to me. A raspy moan escapes her lips as she throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. Our bodies sway to the pumping beats as we grind against one another. She doesn’t even open her eyes when I sweep all that glorious hair to one side and pepper the elegant column of her neck with feather-soft kisses.

Her hands cover mine on her hips, our fingers interlocking as we continue dancing and dry humping. My cock is leaking precum behind my boxers, and I’m craving to bury myself between her soft thighs. I need to fuck her real bad, and a guy only has so much restraint.

Her eyes finally pop open when I grasp her chin and angle her face around to look at me. She barely has time to register it’s me before my lips descend on hers in a brutal claimingkiss. Caught off guard, she opens her mouth, and I take full advantage, slipping my tongue between her plump lips. Our tongues tangle, and our lips move insistently in a slew of heated kisses before her head overpowers her libido.

“Fuck,” I hiss when she bites down hard on my lower lip, drawing blood. Tiny hands shove at my muscular chest as she lets loose a string of expletives in her native tongue. It’s always funny to hear her cuss me out in Russian with her posh American accent. Although Irina is akin to Russian royalty in the circles she mixes in, she has never lived anywhere but the US.

“Get off me or I’ll scream.” Her eyes spit fire, and it’s my catnip. I could do this day and night with her.

“Have at it, princess. Don’t think it’ll do you any good but go for it.” She doesn’t realize Jesse and I are part owners in this upmarket club because I keep my business dealings on the down-low for a bunch of reasons.

She levels me with an icy glare. “Take your hands off me now, or I swear I’ll hurt you.”

My grin expands. “You say that like it’s a deterrent.” I spin her around so our chests are facing. My arms band around her like chains, and I chuckle as she pins murderous eyes on me. I lean down until there is only a tiny gap between our faces. My warm breath fans across her lips when I speak. “All it does is turn me on.”

“You’re a twisted individual, Cohen Reynolds, and I don’t know how to make myself any clearer. I’ve told you I don’t take my sister’s sloppy seconds, and that includes you.”

“The brief relationship I had with Anya meant nothing.”

Her eyes blaze with righteous indignation. “Not to her! You broke her heart!”

“Get real, Irina. It took her exactly five seconds to move on to the next guy. I read the happy news online last week. Anyacouldn’t give two shits about me now, and it’s no longer an acceptable excuse.”

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