Page 30 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

His laugh only increased. “Have you been listening to your father, the great mayor of our city? Did he promise to protect you? Did he suggest you lie to protect his illustrious career?”

Oh, shit. He knew everything about me. He did think I was involved in a conspiracy against him.

“To hell with you,” I snapped. “I don’t need to listen to anyone.

I can read, including between the lines.

You’re Russian Bratva and you think you can threaten anyone who gets in your way.

I’m not one of your enemies. I delivered a pizza based on an order from Door Dash, which you can easily check if so desired.

He was dead when I got there. I called the police. End of story.”

His sigh was heavy. “You’re still lying.”

I’d had enough of playing games with him. Even though more than a trickle of fear swept through me, I jerked away, immediately spinning and kicking him in the gut.

Stunned, his body was pummeled back against the bed when he thumped down. That didn’t stop him. He lunged forward, but there was no anger on his face, only sheer amusement.

I didn’t hesitate, managing to get off one hard kick then a second, but he caught my ankle, twisting me around. He wasn’t expecting my quick reactions. I jammed one fist under his jaw, breaking the connection. Only this time, I stumbled backwards.

That gave him enough time to regroup.

He snagged my arm, jerking me toward him.

“Your penance begins now.” Ripping my arms over my head, he grabbed both wrists with one hand, wagging his finger with the other. “You’re a very clever girl, moy ideal’nyy angel , but playing games with me will never be in your best interest.”

I’d never felt so vulnerable, scared to death about what he was going to do.

When he backed toward the bed, sitting down and yanking me over his lap, my mind began to shut down.

I was lost to the fear, my heart hammering to the point the thudding sounds echoed in my ears.

Was he going to… no. No! I had to fight him.

I refused to be some weak girl he could terrorize.

The second I began to struggle in his hold, he brought his hand down against my bottom with enough ferocity I gasped. Pain skittered down the insides of my legs, creating a wave of fire. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be possible.

“Things would have gone so much better if you would have told me the truth from the beginning.” I hated how his deep baritone created a wave of desire even stronger than I’d felt before.

I wiggled on his lap, wishing I could be horrified that his cock was hard, the intense throb pressing in between my legs.

Mikhail smashed his hand down again, delivering several brutal smacks in a row.

My stomach twisted and I managed to pitch my body forward and backward, horrified when I gathered a whiff of my desire.

He was enjoying this too. When I was almost able to roll my hips off his lap, he released my wrists, fisting my hair instead.

“That’s not very nice, Bristol. I don’t think you want to cross me any further.”

I hated the way he said my name, the syllables far too seductive. He was spanking me, but he was also reawakening the same desire from two nights before. I was in some kind of shock, my tone turning into pleading. “Please, just let me go. I was telling you the truth.”

Mostly.

Had there been a camera inside the house? If so, why hadn’t it caught the person responsible?

He issued a single deep growl, the sound subtle yet even more provocative. “That’s not going to happen.” He continued the spanking, bringing his hand down in rapid motions, moving from one side of my bottom to the other.

I bit back my whimpers, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of hearing me cry.

The pain was building, tears of frustration and fear drawing near.

I kicked my legs in frustration, feeling more like a petulant child than a lawyer to be.

I’m not getting away. The thought rolled through my mind as his actions became rougher, the sound of his palm striking against my ass cheeks floating into the room.

When he caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers up and down my heated ass, I threw my arm behind me in some crazy attempt to stop him.

He wrenched it against my back, his fingers digging into my wrist.

“I can tell you’re going to need to be taught a much stricter lesson. All in good time.” He slid his fingers across my seared flesh then down the crack of my ass to my wetness.

“No!” I struggled as hard as I could, my actions only causing me to grind against his legs and the bulge between them. My entire body ached, and I was shocked and humiliated that my nipples had hardened. Fuck. Fuck. I couldn’t be aroused.

As he dipped the tips of his fingers past my swollen folds, I let off a series of moans.

“You’re very wet, moy ideal’nyy angel .”

“Fuck you.”

His laugh was too husky, too seductive. He pumped his fingers inside several times until I almost fell into the lull of ecstasy. I broke the insane spell, beating my fist against his leg. He wasn’t fazed in the least.

The spanking began again in earnest, the strikes long and hard. My pulse in my throat, all I could do was close my eyes and pray this would be over soon.

Then I’d kick him in the balls for using my vulnerability against me.

Mikhail pushed his hand between my legs again, this time rolling a single finger around my clit several times before thrusting it into my pussy. “You will learn respect as well as absolute obedience. I won’t accept anything less. Do you understand me?”

My body shuddered, the utter betrayal infuriating.

“You’re insane.”

“Perhaps I am, but until you tell me the truth, I’ll continue punishing you.”

I gritted my teeth, still fighting him.

He stopped long enough to caress my bruised skin. “We can play this in one of two ways. You can confess your sins, or we can have a much rougher discussion.”

“Only if you confess your sins.”

He thrust his fingers inside, pumping several times. My pulse increased and there was no way of shutting down the intense desire threatening to derail everything I was made of.

“From here on out, I’m your master, the man who will determine your penance for lying.

At some point, you will learn to be a very good little girl.

” He thrust several of his fingers deep inside, flexing them open as he drove them in hard and deep.

Every touch was invasive, deliberate. With every plunge of his fingers, he dragged me toward a climax.

My breathing stopped short, my mind refusing to accept what was happening to me.

The passion we’d shared seemed a lifetime ago and what he was doing should horrify me.

But I was wet and hot, and he knew it. The attraction between us was off the charts, the need building to a steep precipice.

I tried to remain incensed by his words as well as the way my body responded to him. I was sopping wet, aching for him to continue touching me, furious that I couldn’t control my reactions.

The bastard repeated his damn chuckle, dark and devious, yet ripped with the most intensely sultry tone I’d ever heard.

Bucking hard, I managed to dump myself off his lap, immediately scrambling on my hands and knees into the darkness. I turned over and did what I could to struggle to my feet but my legs felt like lead. He laughed, his eyes becoming hooded as he allowed a slow and torturous gaze to slide to my toes.

The heat was building, every muscle in my body on fire.

He was even more handsome tonight, the earlier fight tousling his hair. I had a crazy need to run my fingers through the thick strands. Something was wrong with me.

He’d somehow managed to find me, hunting me down as if I was the criminal. Yet the twinkle in his eyes was a rush, keeping me fully aroused. To him, this was just a game.

One of domination.

And possession.

Hell, no. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Bolting, I tried to reach the safety of the bathroom. I heard his deep sigh seconds before he yanked me by my hair, jerking me against his massive chest. He held me in place for a few seconds, cupping my chin as he laughed.

“You have no idea how much you turn me on, my perfect angel.”

I almost managed to knee him in the groin, but he twisted his leg in time. “I already told you. I’m more like the devil.”

“Devils especially need to be tamed.” He captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside.

The strong woman inside of me knew I should fight him in earnest, but my hunger was brutally intense.

I fisted my hands to keep from falling into his trap, but as he rubbed his groin against me, my mind spun around the memories of how amazing his cock had felt, how incredible his lips had been on my pussy.

The kiss was powerful, even more so than the man. He was the most infuriating, dangerous man I’d ever met, yet I couldn’t deny the attraction or the sheer connection we shared.

He broke the kiss, immediately nipping my bottom lip. His growl was similar to before and every nerve stood on end.

But I wasn’t going to give in so easily. When I managed to pummel my fists against his chest, stumbling backward, he arched an eyebrow, his grin even more possessive.

He dragged me back to the bed, shoving me onto my hands and knees.

I was out of breath, the combination of distrust and fear mixed with intense longing keeping my stomach in knots. But I was certain of one thing. There was no way I was getting away from him.

“You’re a little fighter. I’m going to break you of that, but first things first.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I threw out, although I knew exactly what his filthy intentions were.

I looked over my shoulder, watching as he took his time removing a weapon, placing his gun carefully on the chairside table.

As soon as he took two steps away, I lunged forward, almost managing to wrap my hand around it.