Page 89 of Dark Promise (Suvorov Bratva 1)

“Hmm.” She plays with my zipper. “And?”

“Being strong. Making the right decisions.”

Her nose nuzzles my cheek.

“Takingcontrol.”

“Like this?”

I hiss when she brushes the front of my jeans. She opens my zipper right here at the bar, fingers disappearing beneath the fabric to stroke my hard cock. And I don’t give a fuck if anyone spots us.

She drags her cheek against my jaw on her way to my ear. “We should get out of here.”

I smooth my hand over the small of her back and squeeze her ass. “Where?”

“The decision is all yours,” she whispers. I growl when she bites my earlobe. “After all,you’rethe boss.”

That’s all I need to hear.

I fix my pants and take her hand, yanking her deeper into the crowded bar. We speed past the dartboards, the tables of drunken customers, and the haze of bodies guarding the dance floor. A dark corner near the stage catches my attention and I push her into it, locating her lips without a second thought. She tastes like beer, bourbon, and desperation, her tongue sliding into my mouth with a hungry whimper.

Her fingers slip into my pants while I pin her to the wall. She arches toward me while stroking my cock, seeking to establish the same rhythm as the music blaring around us. Bass thumps through my chest while she pumps me, her hips accompanying each stroke, her thighs parting just for me.

I’m the rightful heir.

My lips war with hers. I’m riding a high I’ve never felt, urgency pushing me into action. I slide down her top and massage her breasts, nipples hardening under my attention. Her moans vibrate my mouth as her hand moves faster.

I should be in charge.

She wraps her legs around me and descends on my cock a moment later. She rolls her hips with the beat of the music and clutches my shirt while decorating my neck with hungry kisses. She nips my skin. She licks my throat. She does all the work, leaving it to me to keep her steady on my cock.

It’s hotter than any lay I’ve had. And not because she’s a fucking knockout. Not because we’re in public. Not because she’s pulsing around my cock with every thrust.

It’s because she whispered,You’re the boss.

That’s all I can think about while she fucks me.

And it’s all I keep thinking about when I empty myself deep inside of her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Liya

My thumb aches as I gnaw on the cuticle. Twenty minutes—that’s how long I’ve been sitting in Central Park with my fingers in my mouth and a letter perched in my free hand. I feel the breeze, but I don’t quite recognize it as real.

Nothingfeels real anymore.

Congratulations! We’re pleased to inform you…

I close my eyes without bothering to read the rest. How many times am I going to skim this letter? Five? Ten? Until my eyes bleed? The wind gusts past me suddenly and nearly takes the letter with it. I clutch the page tightly and then shiver as I smooth it over my lap, running my fingers over the fresh crinkles.

…that you’ve been selected to interview at Weill Cornell Medicine. Please respond with a date from the choices below…

My thumb traces the letters.

Cornell.

It’s where I wanted to go before my life turned upside down. While reading the letter again, I think about Blaczak’s Horseman, that grimy ball of shit where I worried myself sick over Jonas discovering any kind of correspondence involving my med school application.

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