Page 19 of The Bratva's Beast

"Didn't know you had favorites Volkov." Alfred sneered lowly with a scowling glare at me.

"I care about all my employees, you can go ahead and test my caring nature if you have a death wish or wish to see why they call me The Silent Volk. Don't forget who you work for at the end of the day Alfred, and we won't have any problems." He may be the company's client, but he worked for us at the end of the day.

His financial business was a good front for laundering and banking, and he owed us too much to pull anything unless he wanted to go to jail or die. I could care less about keeping him as a client for Volkov Inc., though, if it meant getting him away from Hanna. We could always find a new banker. We could handle things just fine ourselves thanks to my brother's wife, mainly her tech friend.

Fortunately for Alfred, he still had some use for the bratva; otherwise, we would've disposed of him. We had to keep him and his company safe in the meantime, hence the part about him being a client for my business and needing my protection details.

I guess my words of advice flew over his head by a mile because he proceeded to slip his arm around Hanna's shoulders after breaking away from me.

Now, I wasn't one for violence out of the gate, but there could be exceptions. I wouldn't hesitate one bit or lose any sleep over putting a bullet into Alfred. No, a bullet would be too easy, too clean. No, he would need to learn a lesson, which meant he would need a reminder. Perhaps lopping his hand off with a dull, rusty saw would be a nice lesson.

My violent fantasies about horrendous and torturous ways to remove Alfred's hand came to a halting screech when Hanna grabbed his arm and twisted it off herself and downwards, making Alfred bend down as his arm became contorted.

"Client or not, it does not give you the right to touch me, especially after I've made it clear that you should keep your hands to yourself." Hanna's overly sweetened smile made her look so hot and twisted.

Alfred whimpered with a grimace when Hanna's grip on his wrist tightened to where I could see the veins on his discolored hand bulge. "Keep this in mind the next time you think about laying a finger on me mister Hal."

God, the way she looked down on him while making him cower was so arousing. I could feel the ache between my legs start to pulse as my member pressed against my pants.

Discreetly, I shifted my legs, fidgeting with my hands in the pockets of my pants to try and adjust my growing erection to hide it against my inner thigh.

Fucking hell, just when I thought I couldn't get more enamored by her. I wouldn't mind her roughing me around one bit.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I brought a hand up to my face, sweeping it across my lower jaw to hide my amused and excited smirk. My other hand remained in my pocket, holding down my throbbing length to keep it from making a noticeable bulge in my slacks.

My fucked-up mind would have more ammunition to play with late at night now as if the past two nights weren't bad enough.

After dropping her home the other night, I gave my brain too many ideas. Seeing and feeling her body in that little, tight, strapless black dress with her ass barely covered did me in finally. I couldn't get her out of my mind since that night. I never realized how inked up her body was until that night, and seeing the intricate art covering nearly the whole right half of her body from her chest down to her calf made shivers of pleasure trickle down my spine.

If she was some quick lay, then I would have shoved her up against the wall of the alleyway or brought her up to the office and bent her over the desk. The short dress she wore that night barely did anything to hide her round, bubbly ass. It would've been too easy to hike it up to gain access to her.

"Stepan." My name wouldn't sound so pointed like just now. I imagined it to be sweet and whispery when I'd bring her to the brink of pleasure, not like some annoyed person whining my name.

Inhaling a long, shaky breath through my nose, I peered down at Hanna since my 6'2 figure towered over her 5'0 stature. "Hm? Sorry, was thinking about a project back at the office." I lied smoothly through my teeth with a smile.

"Someone needs to get their head in the game." Hanna teased with a cheeky smile and scrunched her face as she stuck her tongue out at me.

Unfortunately, my head was nowhere near the playing area, let alone near the game.

Chapter 11

Stepan

SMACK!

"Fuck!"

My hand slapped against the tile wall of my shower again as I let out another shudder from the aftershock of my release.

My heavy breaths were sharp and ragged as I hung my head against the shower wall, letting the hot water pelt my hunched back. I'd given into my body's demands for a release for the second time this morning in the hope it would settle, hence why I didn't bother with the freezing water today because it would only be a bigger problem later if I didn't try to stroke it out now.

I can't believe I resorted to jacking off in the shower, though. I had my easy pickings of females to curb my needs, yet none of them appealed in the slightest to me. It embarrassed me to admit it, but I couldn't physically sleep with another woman ever since I became hung up on Hanna.

My teeth were already aching from all the tension and gritting, yet I found myself grinding them again as I let out a strained, growling groan. "Fucking hell." I snarled under my breath through my teeth, slamming the shower wall again but with an open palm this time.

The tension still ached at my muscles even though I came twice this morning already, and still not an ounce of relief. My pulsating length remained hard as steel in my tight grasp, and I got more fed up with every passing second. It's barely been a whole week, and somehow, my mind's wrapped around Hanna's tantalizing little body. Of all the women I could be drawn to, it had to be the one I could probably never have.

If I were insane enough, then I'd entertain the thought of kidnapping Hanna and locking her somewhere far away. Besides it being a foolish idea, I'd get no pleasure out of it. I wanted her to want me, to crave me as much as I craved her. I wanted to invade and occupy her mind like she invaded and conquered mine.