Page 79 of Brutal Reign

Asshole boss. Did what he was told? Is this about Darren?

Whatever questions I have dissolve into a whimper when my dress rides up under his grip, my panties pushed aside, and two thick fingers slide inside me. The stretch punches a moan into his hand.

“Want to know what I did instead?”

I shake my head, and he chuckles against my ear. His palm grinds against my clit, forcing me to ride his hand. It feels so damn good that there’s no way in hell I could stop this even if I wanted to.

Which I really, really don’t.

Thank all the gods no one else is around.

“Come on. You’re not the tiniest bit curious?”

He presses the thick, unyielding length of his cock against my ass, the pressure making my knees weak. His voice drops to that dangerous, filthy register.

“You stripped down, stepped into the shower, and I watched the water slide over every perfect inch of you. Nearly came right then and there.”

My body responds before my mind can shut this down—hips rocking back against him, a desperate whimper escaping despite his hand over my mouth.

I know I’m being reckless—wanton, even—but I’m sick of denying myself. And when it comes to pleasure, I know he can deliver. The intense, consuming, toe-curling, can’t-catch-your-breath kind. The kind that rewires your brain and ruins you for anyone else.

He releases my mouth for half a second to push his two fingers between my lips. I take them in without hesitation, sucking deep, tasting the faint salt of his skin. My tongue curls around each digit, drawing a low growl from his chest.

I’m still rocking against his hand, the heel of his palm working over my clit while his fingers are buried deep inside me. He ruts against me from behind, the thick length of his cock driving into the curve of my ass.

“Even though I should have ended you…” His voice is a low rasp against my ear, punctuated by a slow roll of his hips. “I stayed and watched you. Even used a pair of your panties to jerk myself off.”

The scrape of his stubble against my neck, the rough pull of his breath, and his filthy words push me closer to the edge.

“I drenched your panties in my cum. God, it was one of the best fucking orgasms of my life.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I come hard, clenching around him and soaking his hand.

My cry is muffled by the fingers still stuffed in my mouth. He doesn’t stop. He keeps working his palm against me, wringing every last shudder from my body.

He holds me tight, hand still wedged between my thighs, using me exactly how he needs. At last, his hips jolt in short, frantic jerks, a guttural curse spilling from his throat.

A minute later, footsteps sound in the hallway, followed by Yarik loudly announcing, “You’re right. Maybe they’re hiding in the garden. Let’s check there.”

Humiliation clings to my skin, followed by relief that we can slip out unseen, especially since I’m sure this closet reeks of sex and sin.

Pavel releases me, turning to press a hand against the wall. His head is bent, chest rising and falling as he drags air into his lungs.

I love knowing I wrecked him as much as he wrecked me.

When I’m sure the hallway is empty, I steel myself to walk out and pretend none of this ever happened.

Solid plan, Hope.

The moment my hand touches the doorknob, his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. In one smooth motion, he spins me around and kisses the hell out of me.

It’s deep and consuming, all tongue and heat, but there’s tenderness too. I’m too relaxed to fight him, so I give in, kissing him back, letting his tongue tangle with mine, tasting him, breathing him in like he’s oxygen.

When he finally pulls away, we stare into each other’s eyes despite the near darkness. A million questions flow between us. In many ways, I hardly know him, yet he’s profoundly shaped my life.

“Who are you, really?” I ask before I can think better of it. “Is there any of Lukas in you, or was it all an act?”

“Every moment I spent with you was real,” he says with quiet intensity. “Every exchange, every smile, every conversation, all of it was me.”