Brutal Boss (Bratva Brothers 1)

She unclasps her bra and then slips off one sock at a time before shoving the items into my hand. “Are you happy? You forced me to get naked. What kind of a man does that make you?”

“I’m doing it to protect you. How would you explain the blood if someone found it on your scrubs?”

“I work in the medical industry. It wouldn’t be the first-time blood or vomit has gotten on my clothes.”

The amount of blood covering her work clothes wouldn’t be something a person could overlook. “Get in the shower.”

She steps toward the bathroom shower, pulls back the glass door, and turns on the water. It takes a moment for the temperature to warm up before she steps into the stall. I slide the door shut, the glass giving a hint of her silhouette, but believe it or not, I’m not here for the show.

I need to know without a doubt that I can trust her, that there isn’t any blood left behind.

Which means a thorough scrubbing. She can’t have any evidence under her fingernails or a missed spot on her back.

I should join her.

I strip out of my clothes. My shirt has blood stained on the collar and sleeve but isn’t nearly as noticeable as Madisyn’s clothes.

My pants probably have blood, but the black makes it difficult to see. I’ll burn my suit along with her clothes—no sense in risking evidence of the attack.

As bratva, we always have to take precautions.

“I’m coming in with you,” I warn her as I open the shower door.

“What?” Her eyes are shut, and her head is dipped back under the spray. Water falls over her, cascading down her naked skin. She looks irresistible.

“I need to make sure you get all the blood off, and I could use a shower too,” I say.

Her eyes open, and she glances me up and down. “Lame excuse. If you wanted to shower with me, all you had to do was say so.”

My top lip snarls as I playfully growl at her, grabbing Madisyn by the waist pulling her against me. “I need to make sure you’re clean. Every inch of you.”

I lean closer, my lips teasing hers but not quite kissing her. The shower’s steam mixes with the heat and passion fueling between us.

“Are you going to clean the filth right off of me?” she asks.

“If I have to scrub it all off, I will,” I whisper. I brush my lips against hers and tug on her bottom lip, bringing it between my teeth.

She whimpers and trembles in my arms.

The water is clear. Most of the blood that caked her skin has swirled down the drain before I stepped foot into the shower with her.

I grab her jaw, turning her head slightly from side to side. I like holding her, controlling her, but I’m also examining her porcelain skin to make sure there aren’t any remnants of blood. “I can’t have you with so much as a speck of blood on your skin.”

“Why?” she whispers, staring up at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

Is she really asking me that?

“Your little ex-boyfriend would love to—” I stop myself from further elaborating.

“Would love to what?” Madisyn asks. Her head is tilted to the side, my hand on her jaw, and I let go.

He’d love to get me behind bars.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say. It’s not as though the blood is from a murder that I committed. We were attacked, but the police and the Feds aren’t our friends. They’re not to be trusted. Not now and certainly not ever.

They can twist stories around, and I don’t trust that they wouldn’t use Madisyn against me, especially that scum-sucking ex-boyfriend of hers.

Hastily, I turn her around to face the shower spray, pushing her up against the shower stall.

Her hand braces the ivory tile as water drips down every inch of her naked skin. She’s glistening and sexy. I want to hear her scream my name in ecstasy.

My mouth brushes against her ear.

She shudders in my embrace. “Tell me you want this,” I whisper.

“I want you,” Madisyn answers. She turns her head to the side and squirms in my grasp, attempting to turn around.

I don’t let her.

“And you will have me, but know that you’ve seen too much,” I say, warning her of the danger of what she’s gotten herself involved in with our messes. “There’s no going back.”

While she might not have been given a choice, she’s in deep, and there is no escaping the dark underworld.

“I wouldn’t want to,” she says.

Her words are like a symphony. My fingers tangle in her long tresses, pulling her hair to one side on her shoulder, tugging a fistful of her vanilla locks. “You’re mine, Kisa. You belong to the bratva and to me.”

I seal her fate with a fiery kiss.

She doesn’t back down or pull away. There’s no fighting her fate. She succumbs to it like she’s meant to be here, meant to be under me.

I don’t typically allow women in my ranks to work beneath me. They tend to complicate matters, or rather, relationships do, but there’s no turning back. She’s seen the blood of one of my men spilled and helped patch him up.

There were no questions, no blatant curiosity. She obeyed like a good little girl, and I will reward her.

My fingers tease her breast and slide down across her stomach.

She rests one hand against the shower wall, and with the other, she grasps at my hip from behind herself. Her movements are rough, and her nails scrape over my skin. She’s searching for me, silently begging me to fuck her.

And I will, Kisa. All in due time.

“Swear to me that you’re loyal.” I nip at her neck, leaving a mark against her collarbone. She’s mine, and I want everyone to know that she belongs to me.

Madisyn’s voice is hardly above a whisper. It’s drowned out by the sound of the shower beating down against my back. “I swear.”

I lick along her collarbone, where there’s a slight red blemish. My fingers wander over her hip and between her thighs, pushing her legs farther apart.

“Promise me that you’re obedient.” I want to hear her declaration. I wait to touch her where she craves to feel pleasure until I’ve heard everything I need to from her lips.

She hangs her head. One arm supports her weight against the shower wall. The other roams through my hair.

She’s desperate. I can sense her neediness and her desire for me. “I promise,” she says and whimpers.

My fingers tease apart her folds. Already, she’s wet for me.

I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her waist back against mine. “You are mine, Kisa.” I thrust my cock inside her.

She moans and whimpers as I fill her pussy. I bend her forward and continue thrusting.

One hand grips her hip, the other, her hair, keeping her bent over.

Her insides tighten around my cock, trembling and spasming. I can feel her on the brink.

“Mikhail,” she gasps, her breath raspy, tinkering on the edge.

But I don’t let her come yet. I’m in control, not her.

I want to fuck her harder, faster, and feel the jolt of power rivet through my body, but not yet.

I shut off the water, satisfied that we’re both clean from earlier.