“You can tell MikhailafterI’ve given it to them. I’ll tell them that the bratva knows they can now repay their debt. They’ll have to give it to him.”
I moan when he tips my body, rubbing hard against my clit with every stroke. “You can go with me to hand it off, and then make your thre?—”
He leans forward and sucks my nipple into his mouth through the cotton of his T-shirt. My words scatter.
“And…” He smirks up at me before switching to the other breast.
I struggle to hold on to the thread of thought as his hand slips between us, tugging his waistband down. Then he’s hot and thick against me.
“C’mon, Little Warrior,” he teases, guiding himself, notching just at my entrance. “Finish what you were saying.”
I circle my hips, desperate for more, but his fingers bite into my hips, holding me still.
“If they don’t seem appropriately scared…”
I mewl as he rocks up, pushing in a little deeper, stretching me.
“You can kill them.”
“Good girl,” he praises, and thrusts up in one deep, claiming stroke, filling me completely.
I cry out against his mouth, and he swallows the sound. His hands grip my hips, setting a hard, relentless rhythm that has me trembling and clenching around him. Every thrust drives the air from my lungs, pleasure winding tighter and tighter until it snaps and I shatter with a broken moan, nails digging into his shoulders as I come apart.
Liev follows seconds later with a guttural groan, burying himself deep, pulsing inside me, arms locking around my back like he’ll never let go.
After a long minute, he brushes the damp hair from my face and murmurs against my lips, “You’ve got a deal, Seraphina. But if they so much as look at you wrong…”
He doesn’t finish the threat. He doesn’t need to.
I smile, boneless and sated, and kiss him slowly. “Do your worst, Gangster.”
38
LIEV
The bell above the coffee shop door jingles as we step inside. The mid-morning rush is the perfect cover for this meeting. Most of the tables are full, and there is enough chatter to obscure whatever is said at our table.
I scan the room and spot Yuri sitting at the back corner table I prefer. The position allows a clear view of the front door and access to the rear alley exit. Not that I expect this pampered prick to try anything here. But my wife is in the room which means I have to be extra careful.
I steer us to the table, and Yuri stands and walks away without a word. Sera slides into the seat facing the room, and I take the one next to her, my back to the wall.
She reaches under the table, fingers finding the small black device Finn planted earlier. A barely audible click lets me know it’s been activated and is recording.
I’m not risking Taggert claiming we didn’t give him the password. While I’m confident Mikhail would believe me over him, there’s no point in taking chances.
I settle back, arms crossed, watching the door.
“Should have gotten a coffee before we sat down,” Sera says.
I smile. My Little Warrior. Calm on the outside, even though I know she’s furious on the inside.
The bell rings again, and Tyler Taggert walks in first, followed by a second man, Arthur Taggert.
“They really don’t follow directions well,” I mutter under my breath. Not that I expected Tyler to arrive alone as he’d been instructed.
Tyler spots us and lifts a hand in a half-wave, but Arthur’s expression is stone. Until his eyes land on me. Recognition flashes across his face, quick but unmistakable. His shoulders stiffen.
Good, he remembers me.
