Page 50 of Fractured Ties

Oh, that would be coming later.

Like him.

And her.

He barely thought about what it might mean when he fisted his hand into the back of her lavender lace bralette and pulled hard enough to bring her into his chest. Her spine and ass melded against his hard lines, and she turned her head just enough for him to catch her lips with his own.

His first thoughts weren’t soft, or slow, or sweet.

No, he just wanted to taste.

His kiss was bruising—rough. And yet, she didn’t shy away. Her lips parted for him at the first stroke of his tongue, and he found a teasing wet heat inside her mouth that only made his cock pound harder against his pants to be released.

To find relief.

His phone rang instead.

Just like that, Kolya’s daze was shattered. He stepped back away from Maya with two larges paces as he fished the phone from his pocket. He didn’t miss the way her brow furrowed and her gaze darkened.

A silent question stared back at him, asking, Why?

He had to answer that call.

He always had to answer that call.

“Vadim,” Kolya said coolly when he finally put the ringing phone to his ear. “What can I do for you?”

“The Kozlov issue,” his father barked, not even waiting a second before he was spitting his rage into the phone, “why haven’t you updated me or brought me what I asked for? Time is running out for me to make amends here, Kolya.”

Vadim didn’t even give him time to make up an excuse. “Tomorrow morning—be at the Compound. And have everything. Do you understand?”

“I could bring it tonight,” Kolya returned.

“No. Vasily Markovic is making his presence known tonight, and you know how I feel about that bastard when he’s in my city.”

The call promptly hung up.

That was that.

Kolya glanced back at Maya, but she was already slipping the purple dress down over her head. Covering her skin and curves from his view. Their moment was over, and damn, he’d been so close. Not that it mattered, now.

There was nothing quite like his father to make his dick go soft.

“I heard what you said to your brother after I came upstairs,” she said quietly.

Kolya’s brow dipped. “Pardon?”

“That it was your right to take me—for me to be passed on or kept by you.”

He swallowed hard. It was impossible to miss the heat in her words. “What about it, Maya?”

“Why won’t you just say what I am—property?”

“Because you don’t want me to.”

She’d asked, sure, but that wasn’t the same thing as wanting it. Who would want something like that?

Maya blinked.