The Bratva's Bride (Wicked Doms 2)

“Before I came here, I didn’t do much but work,” she says.

“Work?” I ask. “In an institution?” What an odd response. Did she take side jobs at St. Andrew’s?

For some odd reason, her whole body tenses, as if she just said something she shouldn’t have. Does she regret admitting to hacking? That doesn’t make sense to me, since we’re both very clear as to why she’s here. It’s no secret.

“Well, yes,” she said. “I… was very good at it, honestly. You were the first who ever caught me.”

“You left your trail wide open.” Now she has my full attention. “Why? Did you want to be found out?”

But she doesn’t respond. Instead, she tucks her feet up under her on the chair, cross-legged like a little girl, and places her chin in her hands. It makes her look almost innocent, and for one brief moment I find it hard to believe this is the woman who stole millions from me and my brothers.

“It was a mistake,” she says. “You weren’t meant to find me. And yes, I took on jobs for others as well.”

But she’s lying. Someone as intelligent as she is certainly wouldn’t do something like that by accident.

“Did you perfect your skills while in the hospital?”

I turn back to my screen. She won’t give me the real answers I want, and I’m not sure I care enough to make her. She’s here, she’s mine, and she’s working off the debt.

Shrugging, she lifts one of her fingers and frowns at it, circling the cuticle with the tip of her index finger. “Of course. I studied code… encryption algorithms… firewalls, and scripting.” She pauses. “I like breaking through impenetrable things.” I bring my gaze to hers, but she doesn’t meet my eyes, and the words hang between us like they hold meaning. “I like the challenge in it. It excites me.”

I like breaking through impenetrable things.

I turn away from my computer. “Do you?”

Do I pose a challenge to her?

“Of course,” she says. “And you’d be a liar if you told me it doesn’t excite you, too. It’s one thing we have in common, you and I.”

I ignore the latent disrespect because I like this side of her. I like her bold, fearless admonition of the truth.

I want to hear what she has to say, but she’ll do so within my grasp. I turn from my desk and pat my knee.

“Come here, Calina.”

She trembles a little when she rises, but I’m not surprised. I’ve made her climax so many times in the past twenty-four hours, a mere breath of air on her sweet, secret folds would make her fly apart again. Tentatively, she walks my way until she’s just a foot or so away. I draw her between my knees and begin to strip her. She’s wearing nothing but a white camisole and the matching panties she wore beneath the gown. I peel back the soft cotton layers until she’s naked before me. I position her standing in front of me between my legs.

Leaning my head down to her chest, I drag my tongue between the valley of her breasts. “Tell me, kisa. Tell me what we have in common.”

“We like the thrill of the chase,” she says, beginning to pant when I suckle her nipple and graze the back of my hand between her thighs.

I nod, agreeing with her. “What else?”

“The rush that comes from defying the odds,” she says, her voice pitching off into a moan. “Like… like when you beat up those guys last night. I could see it in your eyes. Your thirst for vengeance and how badly you wanted to beat them.”

She’s not wrong.

“And when you do, when you gain that power and control…” Her voice is ragged, the effort of speaking becoming more difficult when I ghost a finger over her sex. “You enjoy being victorious. Powerful. Just like when you master me.”

“Oh?” I ask. I reach for my desk drawer and remove a pen. She eyes it with trepidation, likely wondering how I plan on torturing her with it, when I twist her hair up in a bun and stick the pen through it to keep it in place.

“I like that,” I tell her. “Do your hair that way for the wedding, will you?”

But her eyes are rolling back in her head while she rocks herself on my fingers. She’s so wrapped up in what I’m doing to her, she’s boneless when I slide her onto my lap. I adjust her so she’s facing the computer, and I can pet her while I work. I finger her pussy while I read over my computer screen, until she comes with her head back and mouth parted.

“Oh God,” she pants, slumped over me. I gently push her to the side to unfasten my pants and remove my cock, then slide her onto me. She braces herself on the desk as I fill her.