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"You should've turned him down," I said, irritated at how unguarded she was. "Or called the bartender."

"A girl getting hit on in a bar is normal, isn't it? Especially when she doesn't have a date. Or are you upset seeing another man talk to me?" She leaned closer, body loose. "But you turned me down just now."

Her scent made me want to crush her into me. No one could resist her.

"You're wasted." I pulled her against me, lips almost touching hers. "I was going to take you home. But you can tell me you want more."

"Of course. I—WANT—MORE." She enunciated each word like a kiss.

I was about to explode. My brother's ex? Half my age? Drunk? Fuck it all.

Chapter Four

Briony

I was drunk, but not so drunk I didn't know what I was doing. I got into Varlam's car, ready for whatever madness tonight had in store.

I deserved to let go. Nothing could end this day better than this.

Varlam and I sat in the back while the big guy who'd delivered the dress drove. I'd heard Varlam call him Gleb. Gleb's eyes never left the road. Not once.

Perfect. I was done being the good girl. I pressed close to Varlam, my hand sliding up his thigh toward his belt.

"Behave yourself, bad girl." He caught my wrist, his chiseled features even more breathtaking under the neon lights. "Can't wait a few minutes?"

"I know what I'm doing." My hand slipped free easily.

Truth was, he hadn't even tried to hold me. I made quick work of his belt and came face to face with his straining boxers.

He raised the privacy screen, cutting us off from the front. Our space became even more private, more heated.

I swallowed hard, my hand tracing that impressive outline through the fabric. My hand was shaking, but fuck it—I just didn't have enough experience.

Makar and I hadn't been together long. I could count on one hand how many times we'd had sex. At first he'd been obsessed with my body, but once the novelty wore off, he stopped touching me. Then he cheated with Chloe.

When Varlam left me at the bar, I'd almost believed both brothers had a habit of throwing women away. But thank god, Varlam came back furious and drove that guy off.

That's when I knew. He wasn't indifferent to me.

"If you really want it, put it in your mouth." Maybe I'd been taking too long, because Varlam pulled his cock out himself.

His eyes had gone dark with lust, deep and inviting. He brushed my hair back, guiding my head down toward that thick, long thing. The raw masculine scent made me wet instantly.

His head was swollen and purple, jutting upward slightly, practically begging me to swallow it. I didn't hesitate. I took his head into my mouth. It rubbed against my tongue, the ridge sliding along as I moved.

"Open your throat. Let me in." Varlam pushed my head down deeper, and suddenly he was hitting the back of my throat.

My whole mouth felt stretched open. Every breath was filled with him.

His cock was so big, so long. Even when I'd taken as much as I could, there was still plenty exposed at the base. I wrapped both hands around it, stroking up and down. That way I could take care of all of him.

"That's it. Make me come with that soft slutty mouth and those hands." He groaned, his brow furrowing.

The car rode smooth, but I still felt dizzy. I sucked harder, saliva making Varlam's cock slick and shiny. The wet sounds were obscene.

"Keep it down, unless you want Gleb to hear." Varlam's voice cut through. "No car's as soundproof as you think."

I nearly choked. I slowed down, trying to stay quiet. Even though I'd started all this.