Page 5 of Claimed By My Ex's Dad
“Valerian,” he grunts.
Interesting name to match the very interesting face.
“My son,” he begins, stroking a finger over his lip, “has betrayed me.”
“Cry me a river.”
Valerian levels me a look.
My body tingles with adrenaline, electricity shooting to my core. My clit is starting to throb.
This really is the worst time to be turned on.
“You take an oath when you join the Bratva. And my son went against his oath.”
I bat my lashes repeatedly, trying to make sense of one word in particular.Bratva.As in Russian organized crime?
I steer my eyes back to Valerian’s face. Suddenly, everything becomes very clear.
“You’re… the…?”
“Pahkan of the Sokolov Bratva,” he finishes for me. He says it like I’ve heard of this name before.
Of course I haven’t. Unlike some people, I prefer to stay on the right side of the law.
Unless I’m trying to get my things back.
Valerian studies my face carefully. “My son needs to learn a lesson,” he says. “Igor can’t betray me and expect everything to go on the same as before. Life doesn’t work that way.”
My heart thumps in my chest, waiting for Valerian to get to the point.
“I’m taking everything away from my son.”
“Technically, that money isn’t yours. Igor gave that ring tome.”
“Yes, and you also belong to me now.”
My heart drops to my stomach. “What?”
“I’m taking away his apartment. His money. His woman.”
“This is outrageous. I broke up with Igor two days ago.”
“And you still mean a lot to him.”
Uh, I’ll be the judge of that.I shake my head. “You can’t blindfold a person, throw them in your car and chain them to your bed.”
“I can if they were trying to break into a property, which now belongs to me,” says Valerian. The wooden bedframe creaks as he lifts up, closing the gap between us. Our faces are only inches apart. “I can do whatever I want.”
Sweat drips down my back again. I try to breathe. But I can’t. Valerian’s taken my oxygen supply. That must belong to him, too.
His cologne works through me like alcohol, taking me out of my head and into my body.
My pussy burns. There’s something very riveting about this.
My arms ache from the handcuffs. But I like it. Igor never treated me this way and took away the ability for me to touch myself. Being denied something makes you want it more.
That’s probably why I want Valerian to kiss me. Because he shouldn’t.
