Page 58 of Reclaimed By My Ex’s Bratva Brother

"Varlam..." Her hand emerged from under the jacket and wrapped around my arm. "I feel like you've changed. You never used to be this cold with me. You never refused me."

As she spoke, her bare chest pressed against my forearm. Through her breasts, I could almost feel her ribs moving. The jacket slipped with her movement, exposing the sharp line of her spine all the way down to her hips.

Brinny ignored the fallen jacket and climbed onto my lap. Through the fabric of my dress pants, I could feel her grinding her lower body against my thigh.

Her temperature had risen. Her nipples stood erect from arousal.

"Ah, Varlam..." She moaned, color finally returning to her pale face and lips. "I want you."

A wet, needy whimper spilled from her mouth. Her eyes went hazy. Logically, faced with a beautiful naked woman, I should've had the reaction any normal man would have—pure instinct taking over.

But the woman on my lap was Brinny. I'd never seen her like this. She was supposed to be pure, sacred. What had she been through to think this was the only way to reach me? I felt no desire. Only a heavy weight crushing my chest.

"That's enough, Brinny." I gripped her thin waist and lifted her off me. "What you need right now isn't me. It's rest. You're exhausted."

She sat on the sofa, stunned and hurt. I couldn't stand seeing her wounded, but I couldn't let this continue. I draped the jacket over her again.

My phone buzzed. Gleb was downstairs.

"Wait here. I'll go get your clothes."

"Can't someone just bring them in?"

"No."

I wouldn't let any man see her like this. Even covered up, I wasn't risking Gleb walking through that door.

I stood and left the office, heading for the elevator. It arrived quickly. I stepped inside and stopped. Briony stood at the back, clutching a stack of files. When she saw me, she straightened immediately, those magnificent breasts pressed against the papers, her full, round ass hidden beneath her skirt.

Her eyes were wary, arms tightening, and the movement made her hem ride up slightly, exposing the fleshy curve where her thighs met her body. That bare skin seemed to invite my touch, begging me to feel its warmth and softness.

The elevator doors slid shut. The air turned stifling. My throat itched.

"Why are you still here?" I thought she'd left hours ago.

"It's working hours. Is it weird that I'm in the company elevator?" Her eyebrows shot up, chest thrust out even higher.

"I don't remember giving you work that required running around."

"Of course you don't remember." She clutched the files tighter. "Your mind's too busy with that woman in your office to remember what I'm supposed to be doing."

Her barbed tone stabbed at something in my chest.

"Watch how you talk to your boss." I moved closer, stopping one step away.

I only had to dip my head slightly to see straight down into the bottomless valley of her cleavage. Her chest rose and fell dramatically, those lively eyes never leaving my face.

"Oh really?" She didn't back down an inch, chin tilted up. "Boss, shouldn't you be in your office comforting your fragile ex-girlfriend? What are you doing down here?"

I didn't know why, but those words made my chest ache.

My gaze traveled from the flush on her cheeks, past her slightly wrinkled nose, and landed on her constantly moving lips. They were full, flushed, looked sweet and soft—but kept spitting out such cutting words.

Fuck. I should bite that mouth right now, kiss her hard, shove every nasty sentence back down her throat.

Chapter Fifteen

Varlam