I pulled away just enough to breathe. “Good,” I muttered. “You learn quickly.”
He laughed softly, breath warm against my lips. “Only because you’re terrifying when you’re stressed.”
I shoved him lightly. “I’m terrifying all the time.”
“Yes,” he agreed, his voice lowering. “But right now it’s very… compelling.”
I kissed him again. More gently this time. His fingers slid into my hair, his other hand settling at my waist. When I pulled back, his eyes were darker, softer, with a look that made my stomach flip unexpectedly.
“Better?” he murmured.
“A little.” I cleared my throat. My core still pulsed with heat, but for the moment, it was at least a little sated.
“Good. Then let’s go over the schematics of the tower and come up with a plan,” he said softly, his hand tracing the line of my jaw.
We sat back down, but we’d barely gotten through the first-floor layout when Andrei pushed back from the table, agitation rolling off him like heat, and my clit zinged almost instantly.
Fuck.
I needed his cock, and I needed it now.
“Well, how the hell are we even supposed to find him?” he snapped, raking a hand through his hair. “Revenant has a hundred reinforced rooms and surveillance on every?—”
“Stop,” I said, closing the laptop with one hand. “Take a breath.”
He shot me a look, very clearly frustrated. “Don’t tell me to breathe, Katerina. My brother is?—”
“I know where Viktor is,” I cut in, blushing instantly because I realized that I should probably have led with this information much sooner.
Andrei was definitely going to punish me for that…
I tried not to grin, but it was hard.
There was no way I wasn’t getting his cock very soon.
He froze. “And you’re just saying this now?”
I shrugged, slow and infuriating on purpose. “I thought you needed to get the yelling out first.”
His eyes narrowed. “Katya. I should put you over my knee, right here and now and spank your cute little ass bright red.”
I stepped closer. Close enough to feel the anger vibrating beneath his skin, close enough that his breath mixed with mine. He flexed his hands at his sides and my bottom clenched in anticipation.
“You’re not listening to me.” I moved in until my chest almost brushed his. “You want to know how we find him? You want to know how I know he’s alive?”
“Obviously,” he bit out. “Start talking.”
I smiled up at him, devious and wicked. “Your brother thought I was scratching him the first time he slept with me to mark him as mine,” I said. “But I wasn’t.”
Andrei’s expression curdled from shock to a much darker, hotter, and far less rational thing.
“What,” he ground out, “did you do?”
“I put a tracker in his back.”
His breath caught—one quick inhale, like someone had jabbed him.
For a heartbeat, he just stared at me.
