Page 33 of The Brigadier
The moment was crazy, inhibited but I couldn’t help how I felt.
Hadn’t he promised we’d be finished before?
Oh, God. Everything I did annoyed him already.
“Six more and we’re finished. Then you can enjoy your drink before I take you to your room.”
My room.
Everything was surreal at this point, including the fact that within twenty-four hours I’d lost my job, likely lost my apartment, been followed, almost killed, and was now living in another address with a man… I hungered for. And I’d have myown room in a huge, gorgeous house. I don’t know if karma hated or loved me but maybe fate had intervened.
Of course, maybe I was just trying to live in the same fantasy I’d had about the man after our meeting a few nights before, the tiny vibrator I’d brought with me getting heavy usage that night.
I had to stop being silly.
He could be my fantasy but nothing else. My father would die.
No, my father would kill us both. Or at least try to.
Oh, this wasn’t good. Not good at all.
“It’s okay, baby girl. You will sleep better tonight.”
One. Two. Three.
The cracks of his hand were harder, the anguish greater, and my desire off the charts.
Four. Five. Six.
I had the urge to drop to my knees in between his legs, sucking his cock until he came deep in my throat.
The vision clouded my judgment. But it was beautiful.
“You did extremely well,” he said, his voice full of sexual innuendoes. Maybe I was looking too hard into this but that’s the way I felt.
As he eased me from his lap, I was lightheaded, trying not to swoon in his presence. The embarrassment remained but there was so much more.
That was the damning part.
As he slowly lifted his head, I was certain I was going to say something entirely inappropriate. But I managed to take a step back instead, pulling my jeans back into position after turning around. “Again. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Thank you for saving me.”
“Well, I have a bad feeling this is only the beginning.”
When I turned around again, he’d grabbed his drink, sitting back on the couch. He looked more pensive than before.
“What does that mean?” I wasn’t even certain where I’d placed my glass but quickly found it. The man made me nervous as hell. I think he knew it but his methodology wasn’t about lording anything over me. He was just being… protective.
Just like my father.
“It means that Vadim and I learned recently there are some pretty damning rumors about another crime syndicate or cartel trying to infiltrate our territory.”
“Aren’t you going more legit like my father?”
He chuckled as he looked at me, pulling the glass to his lips. “Yes. I own several lucrative and very legitimate businesses as do Vadim and Aleksander. However, from the dawn of time of the Bratva, including this chapter, our bread and butter still comes from a few more unscrupulous business activities. What we’re most concerned about is our pink diamond shipments. We own a highly lucrative jewelry store in Manhattan that from the back room provides the most beautiful pieces of jewelry for very high-end clients.”
“That sounds like you’re following the letter of the law.”
His grin was almost infectious. “Except almost anything coming out of South America or parts of Africa is not without… let’s just say difficulties. In those countries, slaves of a different kind are still used. We would love to do business with more scrupulous individuals but that’s just not the way it works. Destroying shipments could cost millions and damage our reputation.”