Page 51 of Brooklyn Bratva

I bit my lip, trailing my fingers up over his chest. All evening I’d been wanting to slip his jacket off his shoulders, but now he was all wound up. I guessed his worlds were colliding over Mehmet’s case.

“You could get caught at any minute. Do they even realize that?” The thought terrified me, and I’d speak to the devil himself if I thought it would make sure it never came to that. Valentin didn’t seem so bad. Not that I was naive enough to think he was without sins of his own.

“That won’t happen. I’ve got enough people in my pocket. That was the whole point of me being here.”

My fingers slipped beneath the straps of his shoulder holster. “Are you done with work now? I think you need to relax.”

“I think I would be more relaxed if you hadn’t told my boss off. A russian women would never do such a thing.”

“I’m not Russian.”

His eyes lifted, and his mouth hardened into a thin line. “I am very aware.”

I let out a sigh, holding my arms out to him, wrists touching. I tilted my head, hoping this time he wasn’t going to shy away from playing with me. “You’d better take me in then, Detective. I’ve been a bad girl, not obeying my boyfriend’s every word.”

Ivan’s brow notched up, and before I knew what was happening, he’d reached into the desk drawer and snapped a pair of cuffs firmly onto my wrists.

“I think you’re right. You are a very bad American girl, with no respect.”

“Why do you keep those here?”

“It’s an old pair. I’m always prepared.”

My jaw hinged open in surprise at the feel of the cold metal closing around my warm flesh, and despite myself I felt my body tingle with anticipation. Ivan tugged on the cuffs, pulling me in to him, and I stepped forward, unable to stop myself.

“You’re under arrest, Becca. You need to understand the consequences of your actions.”

I drew in a sharp breath at the rumble in his voice. My nipples tensed at the feel of his breath against my skin, raising goosebumps to the surface.

“What’s my sentence, Detective?”

“To be determined. Come.” He gave another tug on the cuffs, his hand firm around them as he shoved me in front of him.

I glanced over my shoulder and he pushed me towards the door, his hand slapping hard against my ass, and squeezing hard instead of pulling off. I let out a giggled shriek, and Ivan’s other hand clamped over my mouth holding me steady.

The solidity of his frame wrapped around me made my body still on instinct. This could have been threatening. If it had been anyone else, I’d have been fighting them off, but with Ivan, all I felt was a deep sense of calm.

“Hush. No noise,” he whispered, dipping his head down to speak against my ear. His voice was so rough and smooth and perfect that it felt like a physical stroke, and I shivered at the effect. I was so turned on by the feel of his lips against the shell of my ear, and the sound of his hot breath gusting against my skin I could have come from his voice alone.

Ivan practically devoured my throat, his lips burning kisses over my skin and his teeth barely shrouded as he sucked at my flesh. I dissolved into a whimpering mess at the thought of him marking me so visibly. Nothing but animal sounds made their way out of my throat, muffled firmly against the palm of his hand as his tongue did something magical against my pulse point and I went weak in the knees.

When he pulled back, my whole body throbbed for more.

“I said quiet, no? You need to try harder.”

I could feel his erection, throbbing and steely, pressed into my back and there were far too many layers between us when all I wanted was bare skin. But he wasn’t going to move a muscle until he knew I was going to keep my mouth shut.

I nodded and his hand drew away slowly.

Ivan’s eyes glinted. “We go to your bedroom. Eyes front.”

He’d never bossed me around like this. I was surprised to find how much I liked it.

I swallowed, forcing myself to concentrate on walking there without looking back at him. Even when his hand landed another stinging swat against my ass, I didn’t turn my head. I never thought I’d want to play obedient, but Ivan made it easy. I knew I could call a halt to this at any moment. This it was just a game and I wasn’t losing anything when every teasing touch made my arousal for him grow stronger.

As soon as the door was closed, he stripped off my top, lifting it and my bra up over my head hooking it behind my neck so he didn’t have to take the cuffs off. His hands went to the waistband of my jeans and unzipped my fly, pushing them down along with my panties. He crouched down, undoing my shoes and peeling off my socks. When he got back to his feet, I was bared to him.

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