I was engaged to his son two days ago.
Valerian trails his finger up my arm, noting the handcuffs.
“I bet my son never did this to you,” he taunts.
Like he’s reading my fucking mind.
A shiver runs to the base of my spine as I anticipate what will come next.
For the first time in my life, I can’t predict what’s around the corner.
3
VALERIAN
I wantto shove my cock in that mouth and see how much of me she can take.
I know she’d like that.
Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed. Sweat beads down her forehead as she gasps, trying to even out her breathing.
Her eyes are fixated on me. They have been for a while now. I get the sense she wants to tear her gaze away. Look elsewhere. But she can’t quite bring herself to.
I’m the most interesting thing in this room and she knows it.
I trail my finger along her collarbone. She’s wearing a cropped white T-shirt. I see her breasts knocking together underneath as she inhales sharp breaths.
I have to say—I’m impressed my son managed to hold down a woman like this. She’s way out of his league.
I’m looking forward to seeing his face when he realizes I took away all of his possessions, including the woman he tried to set up.
This is what he deserves. He’s the reason we almost lost everything.
Joy’s cheeks turn red.
She makes it very obvious she’s never been handcuffed to a bed before. Igor clearly didn’t perform very well in the bedroom.
Can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been doing the bare minimum.
Igor needs to be more grateful. I gave him everything. He graduated high school at eighteen and didn’t need to worry about a career. I’d already set one up for him in the Bratva as my right-hand-man.
Unfortunately, Igor doesn’t understand discipline. Running a Bratva is more than a full-time job, but Igor doesn’t understand that. He met Joy six months ago and started entertaining her instead of being a good right-hand-man to me.
“What do you know about these documents?” I perch on the side of the bed.
Joy shrugs in the handcuffs. “The account is based in Dubai. That’s all I know. Igor kicked me out of his apartment before I could do any more investigating.”
Joy said he framed her for stealing millions of dollars.
That checks out.
Igor must’ve stolen the money from the Bratva and put it straight into an offshore account, thinking I wouldn’t know.
Unfortunately for him, I know everything.
I push off from the bed again, sticking my face in hers.
She has such a beautiful scent. Something floral and sweet, mixed with darkness. Something uniquely hers. I’m sure I’ll be smelling more of that when she opens her legs and begs me to fuck her.