Page 16 of Bratva Beast

A small laugh catches me off-guard. “You figured out I have cameras.”

“Yeah. Now I’m wondering if you have them in my room.”

“I don’t. I’m not a monster.” He cocks his head. “Well, yes, I am, but I respect your boundaries.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

His fingers run down my cheek and onto my neck, making me gasp.

“You like that.”

Reality crashes into my brain. I take a small step back. “What are we doing?”

“I’m going to spank you for not telling me what I wanted to know.”

I blow out a big breath. “Fine.”

He grabs my wrist and tugs me closer. His eyes are dark with desire, but there’s a hint of amusement in them, too. “Turn around,” he commands softly.

My heart races as I slowly pivot, exposing my back to him. I hear him move behind me as the heat of his body radiates against me. His hand traces down my spine, making me shiver.

“Bend over,” he whispers in my ear.

The warmth from his breath against my skin speeds up my heart, and I hesitate. My mind wars with my body’s reactions to his touch. Curiosity and excitement win out as I lean forward against the door with my hand on the knob.

His palm rests on my lower back. “Are you ready?”

I nod, not trusting my voice.

The first smack lands, sending a jolt through me. It stings, but also ignites something deep inside. I chew on my lower lip.

“Next time, I’m going to do this to your naked ass.” He reaches around my body and turns me to face him. He puts his lips against mine. I can taste his lust. He jerks me upright and takes my arm in his hand, hitting the button on the wall to open his doors. Cynric pulls his dark, long-sleeve t-shirt over his head and stares at me. My breath catches at the sight of his musculartorso. His skin is smooth and tanned, marred only by a scar on the side of his neck and a discoloration on his stomach from what looks like a knife wound. I want to trace the old wound with my fingers, to learn its story. But Cynric doesn’t give me time to appreciate his perfectly sculpted abs. He tugs me through the doorway into what appears to be his private quarters. The room is sparsely furnished, dominated by a large bed with dark sheets. I cast a glance into an adjacent room to see screens on a large, dark wood desk. He releases my arm and moves to stand in front of me. His eyes roam over my body, making me feel exposed even though I’m still fully clothed.

“Strip.” His voice is deep and husky. He mumbles something in Russian that sounds like he’s going to hell. My heart races as my hands tremble, reaching for the hem of my shirt. Pulling it over my head, I let it cascade to the floor. He swallows as I unhook my bra, shaking it off my arms to pile on top of my shirt. His gaze makes my panties wet. His scrutiny burns into me as I slide my pants down my legs. I bend down to pick up my pile of clothes as he takes them from my hands. He lays them across a leather chair and refocuses on my body. His eyes catch at my panties, and a slight smile creeps up his lips. “Those.” He points and I push them down my legs.

He reaches to grab the panties before I can pick them up and presses them to his nose. “Mm. You want me.” He circles me as he tosses my panties onto my other clothes on the chair.

I stand there feeling vulnerable as a shiver runs through me. He moves back in front of me and removes his belt and then unbuttons his jeans. He works the material down his legs and tosses them on the clothes chair.

My mouth waters. His happy trail on his abdomen leads to his groin. He’s gloriously naked and moves toward me, trailing his fingers around my breast. Goosebumps emerge as I shudder.

He murmurs. “Exquisite.” He pulls me into his naked body. His erection pushes against my abdomen. “Can you guess why I brought you in here?” His lips brush against my ear.

I can’t answer. I gently shake my head as my brain scrambles to put this moment into perspective. It’s just sex. He’s not a commitment kind of guy.

He nuzzles my neck as his husky voice whispers. “You’re going to scream my name.” His teeth graze my earlobe, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. I gasp softly as one of his hands slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. The other hand drifts lower, fingertips teasing along my inner thigh. “Are you a virgin, Isabella?”

I shake my head. “No. I’ve done it before.”

His body stiffens. “With whom? When did you get enough freedom to escape my father’s scrutiny?”

“In college. One was a one-night stand with a guy I thought really liked me, and the other was a short-term boyfriend. Anton scared him off.”

“I’m grateful to Anton for that one.” He snickered. “I’m glad. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I tipped my head. “That is going to be a stretch. You’re huge.”

“It’ll fit. You were made for me.”

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