Page 49 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

I still loved Brinny, at least that's what I told myself. Twenty years of obsession couldn't disappear because of a few kisses, a few nights. That feeling had long been tangled with pride, failure, and memories that went nowhere, buried too deep.

I didn't know how to define what Briony and I had, but I believed she was fate's gift to me, my chance at a new life.

Chapter Twelve

Briony

"Tell me how you want me to touch you right now."

I stared at my phone screen and nearly spat coffee all over the financial summary.

Varlam hadn't come into the office all morning. He was tied up in meetings at other companies. But apparently he thought making his assistant's heart race during work hours was more important than whatever deal he was closing.

I shot a quick glance at the door. The hallway was quiet. I was alone in the office. Even though no one could see, I still shoved my phone under a stack of files.

"Mr. Petrov, aren't you supposed to be in a meeting?"

"Doesn't mean I can't think about you."

The thought of Varlam murmuring those words in that low voice made my ears burn. Even though things between us had changed drastically since the night he came to me, I still couldn't believe he'd send me something that close to a love note.

"So you're using me to kill time?" My fingers flew, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"I'm giving myself a reason to end this meeting early."

Brin. Every time I heard that nickname, warmth spread through my chest. I remembered that night—how he'd gasped it over and over when he lost control. I didn't need him to confirm he loved me. I'd seen tenderness and care in his eyes.

My phone buzzed again, yanking me back.

"You still haven't answered my first question."

"I want you standing behind me, lifting my skirt."

The second I hit send, I almost dropped the phone. The message was bold—nothing like me. But imagining him reading it at a conference table made my heart slam against my ribs. I wanted to get more of a reaction out of him.

His reply came almost instantly.

"And then?"

"Hold my waist. Spank me hard. Never let me turn around."

My fingertips tingled against the screen. This man always dragged out a side of me I didn't recognize.

"Good."

"I'll spank that fat ass until it's swollen. You won't be able to wear panties for two days."

Heat shot down my spine. I could almost picture him narrowing those steel-gray eyes as he typed.

"What are you wearing underneath?"

I thought of the matching red lace set I'd put on this morning, and my breathing quickened.

"Come back and see for yourself. It's a surprise." I bit my lip.

The screen lit up again quickly.

"Take off your clothes. Be a good girl and wait for me in that damn surprise."