Page 33 of Hunt Me (Dmitriyev Bratva #1)

M ikhail

The woman had a profound effect on me, something that would continue to annoy and intrigue me.

Her eyes were spun with fire, venom lacing her blood, and I could envision her trying to escape, kill me, or both. But there was no denying our strong connection.

As Bristol walked quickly toward her duffle bag, I had to smile. I would enjoy every aspect of using her, taking her in every way I desired. And yes, she would be broken.

She’d stirred the darkness within me.

Curse words slipped from her mouth as she jerked something from the contents, bending down to grab the fallen towel then giving me another hate-filled look.

When she cradled the clothing she’d selected and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door, I remained where I was, avoiding thoughts of hunger.

Very slowly I rubbed my eyes, the ache behind them keeping my anger just below the surface. The strong belief her father was somehow behind Sergio’s death lingered. He certainly hadn’t driven the knife into my friend, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been the catalyst.

The question remained. Who the fuck had killed Sergio? It was doubtful Connor had gotten his hands dirty. However, Sergio’s murder had been a warning, the reporters sent like vultures to stir the pot. There was nothing worse than being the target of a vicious game.

As I walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding something to drink, I returned my thoughts to Sergio.

The fact I had no idea why he’d been killed instead of them going after me directly left me at a complete disadvantage.

He hadn’t brought anything odd to my attention and there hadn’t been any overt threats.

Other than the usual assholes tossed from one of the clubs or casinos. Granted, it would be wise to talk with the various operations managers to ensure there wasn’t a pissed-off customer with strong connections to a syndicate or otherwise powerful organization.

Being as successful as we were as a corporation often meant we couldn’t keep our eyes on everything.

Finding a bottle of bourbon, I snagged a glass from the cabinet and I glanced at my watch before pouring a shot.

I’d need to play this carefully given who her father was.

However, if he was developing a commission to try to torch anyone involved in illegal sports betting, he’d need to be pulled down from his perch.

Bringing the stadium to Las Vegas had been a significant win, something the Dmitriyev Corporation had been a huge part of making happen.

Yes, I’d heard the mayor had plans on running for governor, which would explain his sudden need to boost his lacking agenda, but to bite the hand that fed him wasn’t in his best interest. I’d also heard he’d gotten under several prominent businessmen’s skin, including the law firm representing us.

Either he had another hidden agenda or his confidence had soared. Was it possible he’d hired basic thugs to break into Sergio’s home to steal the little black book of files?

No one was above the law.

Even my sweet, voluptuous prisoner.

I swallowed half the glass, suddenly realizing more than two minutes had passed.

After slamming the glass on the table, I took long strides into the bedroom, surprised with myself when I stopped long enough to knock on the bathroom door.

“Bristol. Are you finished?”

“Almost. I’ll be right there.”

Hell, no. I heard the different lilt in her voice. I continued to underestimate her. That wouldn’t happen again.

I leaned closer to the door, remaining silent until a scraping noise caught my attention. With a grin on my face, I didn’t hesitate to kick in the door.

Her yelp was instant and she threw her head over her shoulder just as she tried to slip out the window.

I’d be damned.

She would never cease to amaze me.

“You should know better than to try and escape.” I lunged closer, grabbing one ankle. Fortunately, I’d remembered and anticipated her reaction just as she hauled off and tried to kick me in the face with her other foot.

Almost succeeding.

I jerked her from the open window while she continued to struggle. When she let off a sharp scream, I cut it off by slapping my hand around her mouth and pulling her against me. We were both slightly out of breath.

Fuck. She’d almost made it out the window. Hell, my skills were rusty.

I yanked her arm, pulling her in front of the mirror and crushing her against the counter while we both took a few minutes to catch our breath.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Bristol. Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth. Do not try and scream. Understood?” The venomous look in her eyes was practically endearing. As soon as I slipped my hand free, she issued another sharp cry.

What the hell was it going to take to get through to her?

Snatching my tie, I jerked it from around the collar of my shirt, immediately wrapping it around her neck, twisting until I managed to grab her full attention. She would need to learn she had no control over what would happen to her.

Her eyes opened wide as she began struggling to catch enough air in her lungs.

Exhaling, I allowed the hot breath to cascade across her face as I dragged her against me, keeping the silk tight. “I don’t think you understand the seriousness of the situation you’re in.”

She opened her mouth, a few strangled sounds mixing with her scattered breathing, several moans giving her desire away.

“I can smell your arousal,” I whispered, the scent intoxicating as hell.

I glared at our combined reflection in the mirror, angry with myself even though the girl deserved every second of punishment that I’d given her.

Her mouth closed, her hands dropping, but not out of acquiescence. She was still rebellious as hell. I wanted to burst into laughter. The audacity of the woman to think that kind of behavior would work on me, perhaps soften me, was ridiculous.

She wiggled against me, her actions creating way too much friction.

Her actions created a primal surge from deep within, the kind of aching need that swept through me like a tidal wave. It was difficult to comprehend why this woman ignited the dark passion within me, but there was no denying my intense yearning.

She was mine.

I snorted as I pressed my lips against her heated skin, using my other hand to roll it down her arm. “You are truly a beautiful woman, Bristol, but we aren’t playing games any longer. There’s too much at stake.”

Goddamn, I was aroused by her tenacity and refusal to accept her predicament. I backed off on the stranglehold while keeping the scarf in place.

She coughed, although she did everything in her power not to react, enough so tears of frustration formed in her eyes.

She quickly sucked them away, hissing under her breath.

“You can’t keep me. I have a job, a life.

My father will wonder where I am and trust me, he’ll send out every office in the city to find me. ”

“Imagine when he learns you were involved in a murder.”

I could tell by her expression she’d already thought of the consequences she could face, which wouldn’t bode well for her father’s reputation. That’s the reason her call had been anonymous.

When she stopped struggling, I took a deep breath, allowing my gaze to fall to what she’d chosen to wear. A dress. The body-hugging attire was enough to push my cock against my trousers.

Another act of defiance. Another way of attempting to break through my defenses. I had to give the woman credit. She wasn’t just a fighter. She was determined to use her defiance to break me instead.

It would be far too easy to lose track of what I was doing and what I needed from her. I had limited time before I’d need to set her free or determine how to control her future actions. I couldn’t do so if I allowed her to dig deep into my psyche.

Yet my need to possess and break her was strong, so much so I reached under her dress, wrapping a single finger around the thin elastic of her underwear. With a snap of my hand, I ripped it away, immediately pulling the material to my nose.

She gritted her teeth, slamming her hands against the mirror.

“Yes, you’re very wet. I think you crave another taste.”

“Fuck you!”

My laugh forced a subtle yet powerful moan sweeping past her lips. The woman was far too enticing. I kicked her legs apart while jerking her dress to her waist. When I cracked my hand against her bottom, she hissed.

I tossed the thong onto the bathroom counter and took my time unfastening my trousers. She allowed a slow smile to cross her face as if declaring I’d never control her.

She was wrong, very wrong.

“You’re a very bad girl, Bristol, and you need to be punished.”

“You already did that.”

“Not my way.” I didn’t hesitate before thrusting my cock deep into her sweet and very tight pussy.

Her eyelids flickered, her long lashes skimming across her cheeks.

While she was doing her best to keep from reacting, she bit her lip.

Even that didn’t hide her subtle moans. She slammed one hand against the glass and I’d give her credit.

She never allowed her eyes to leave me, memorizing the moment.

I pulled out, driving into her again. The feel of her pussy muscles wrapping around my cock was heavenly. As I began to plunge into her in an orchestrated rhythm, she quivered in my hold. While she refused to break, her desire was overwhelming her need to hate me. Good for her.

My needs increased, the feel of her constricting muscles more powerful than anything I’d felt in a long time. She squirmed in my hold, shifting her hips back and forth. The friction was delicious.

I ran my hand under her dress, caressing her back for a few seconds before running my thumb down the crack of her ass. When I pressed my thumb into her dark hole, her entire body stiffened. She lifted her head and her gaze, her look of utter defiance continuing to drive the sadistic side of me.