Page 31 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

"Clean it up," he said.

"You did that on purpose." I bit my lip, didn't move.

I knew my earlier teasing had displeased him, like I'd touched something he couldn't have mentioned. But I completely didn't understand what that had to do with him deliberately flicking ash on the floor, then ordering me to clean it.

"Is that expression telling me being my assistant makes you feel wronged?" He raised one eyebrow.

If not for that salary, I'd have wanted to dump the whole cigar box in his face. But reality cost more than dignity.

I pulled out tissues and crouched in front of him. My previously neat skirt kept riding up my thighs. I reached to hold it down, but found my neckline had opened instead. Couldn't manage both. When my inner thighs felt the chill, I could only press my legs together. One hand covering my chest, the other awkwardly wiping the carpet.

The room went too quiet. Varlam didn't rush me, but I felt his gaze hotter than smoke. Everywhere he looked left a brand. Damn it. I should've stood and cursed him out, but even my knees went weak.

Just as I finished cleaning and prepared to stand, a large palm pressed down on my head. Varlam's fingers threaded through my hair, tightening slightly, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes.

"What's the hurry?" His voice softened, but the undisguised hunger in his eyes alarmed me. "I haven't given you permission to stand."

He stubbed out the cigar, then leaned back in his chair.

"In the car, you were much better at pleasing me than this."

My face flushed instantly, his thick hardness appearing uncontrolled in my mind.

"That was just—" I wanted to argue, to say it was all impulse, I'd just wanted revenge on Makar.

But my already dampening core betrayed me.

"Like then. Take me in your mouth." He issued the command again.

My stomach tightened slowly with anger and resentment. But my knees had already surrendered to him. No matter how I resisted, they kept moving toward him.

Chapter Eight

Briony

I unbuckled his belt, and that scalding thing nearly hit me in the face.

Even though I'd seen it a few times now, the sheer size still made my stomach clench. I could hardly believe my body had managed to take this terrifying thing.

His cock pressed against my lips, the searing heat and rigid hardness making my body tremble. Slick fluid spread across the corner of my mouth. Each breath filled my lungs with his thick, primal scent. Then I opened my mouth, and that massive thing slid inside, filling me completely.

"You're incredible. So fucking tight." His voice rumbled against my eardrums.

Just hearing his praise made me wet. I worked my tongue harder, sucking with more enthusiasm. The hand gripping the back of my head pushed down. My throat was completely stuffed, and for a moment the suffocation nearly made me black out.

When the phone on his desk rang, reality crashed back. God. This obscene scene had no business happening in an office.

But Varlam didn't even blink. He picked up the phone casually. I could hear the woman's voice clearly.

"Mr. Petrov, the materials you requested are ready..."

He was actually taking a call while I did this. The man was insane. I should've known. Last night should've told me everything I needed to know. I tried to pull off, but Varlam had no intention of letting me go. The pressure on the back of my head only intensified.

"...I'll send them to your email."

My ears caught the word "email." At least she was just sending them to his inbox. I exhaled in relief, slowing my movements. Since he wouldn't let me stop, and I couldn't make any suspicious sounds, I had to be careful.

Varlam glanced down at me, his lips curving in the smallest of smirks.