Page 97 of Bratva's Vow
We stayed like that until the air settled again. I ran my hand slowly down his spine, voice low. “You return to class in a couple of days.”
Wren groaned. “Don’t remind me. I’m horrible at my studies. You’ll see me stressed out more often than not.”
“Can I talk you into switching to online classes for now?”
He lifted his head. “Maxim…”
“I’m serious.”
“But I want to go in person. For the experience.”
I exhaled. “Then at least make me a compromise. Nik will be with you. All the time.”
“Notall the time. He’s not coming into class with me. What are you going to do? Enroll him in my classes?”
I didn’t answer.
His eyes narrowed. “Maxim…”
I stayed silent.
He blinked, then shoved at my chest and pushed me flat onto my back. He climbed over me, straddling my hips, glaring down at me like a pissed-off kitten. “You can’t.”
“Don’t underestimate what I am willing to do to keep you safe,” I said, tone even. “Don’t fight me on this.”
He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Fine.”
I raised a brow. “Are you being sassy? What happened to my good boy from a minute ago?”
He leaned down. “He doesn’t like being good all the time. What are you going to do? Spank me?”
I flipped him in one motion—fast, smooth, practiced—and pinned him beneath me. He squeaked, arms pinned, facedown in the sheets.
“Exactly that. And to think I planned to make you come this time. Now I might keep you in that cock cage for the next twenty-four hours.”
I brought my hand down hard against his ass, watching the flesh tremble and pinken. The sharp gasp he gave fed something dark and possessive inside me.
Fuck.
The call came after midnight. Next to me, Wren stirred, and I grabbed my phone from the bedside table to silence the ringing before it woke him up. I swiped the screen, squinting at the glow in the dark.
Darius.
I slipped out from under Wren with practiced care, tucked the sheet around him, and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. He murmured something, soft and contented, curling toward the pillow. I left the bedroom and crossed to the ensuite with silent steps as the phone rang again in my hand.
I shut the bathroom door behind me.
“What’s up?”
“We got him.” Darius’s voice came through low and steady. “Stone. Nik confirmed the ID himself.”
I stilled, breath catching. The name hit like cold water down my spine.
Stone.
A slow exhale left me. The sleep fog in my head burned off in an instant, replaced by something sharper. My jaw tightened. Muscles tensed. Blood woke in my veins like it had somewhere to go.
“You’re sure?” I flipped the lid on the toilet and unzipped my pants with one hand. My voice stayed even, but my pulse picked up. “This isn’t some trap?”
