Page 12 of Claim (Beneath The Secrets #4)

CHAPTER 11

MIKHAIL

My god the mouth on this woman should not be turning me on.

I’m taking her to draw my father out.

She is merely a stepping stone in my revenge. That, and a promise to Jax’s dad I made many years ago.

“And you’re a mouthy brat. I suggest you keep it shut for the drive. You really won’t like me when I’m angry.”

She huffs and I remove my hand from her thigh and tighten my grip on the wheel. I can’t keep touching her, it’s flickering something within me that needs to be dulled out again. She is the perfect brat to be tamed. This could not be worse timing.

I can’t let her see that she gets to me. I can’t let her get those manicured claws into me.

Distractions are something I can’t afford.

Even if the second our hands touched, electricity shot through me.

I felt something.

For the first time since the incident that plunged me into this dark hole, I came alive, burning from inside, for her.

“Are you going to kill me? I swear I have nothing to do with Ivan.”

I hold my index finger up to my lips over my mask.

“No more talking. Keep going against me, I might have to.”

Her fingers twitch by the seat belt. Taking the gun in my hand, I press it against her temple and her body shakes, her breathing erratically filling the car. I’d never hurt her, I just want to see how far I can push her.

“You run, I chase. But I promise you won’t enjoy what happens when I catch you… I might though.”

There is no might about it. I would enjoy every second of claiming her. She’s such a firecracker, I imagine she’s just as feisty in bed.

My eyes flick up and down her tiny frame. She’s at least a foot smaller than me, with a petite, slender body.

No way she could handle me. Not to start with, anyway.

God, I’d have to gag her. Or would I? She would look perfect choking on my cock.

I need to stop thinking like this. Remember the plan. No time for bratty women to veer me off course.