Chapter SEVEN

MARAT

“Vodka. Your best. One bottle. Two glasses,” Josef said, interrupting my X-rated train of thought.

His professional tone was the only reason I didn’t do something I’d likely regret. Like slapping him upside the head for even looking at her.

Sure, I’d been trained. I knew how to fight. But I rarely engaged in physical altercations.

Why would I when I had the Dark Wolf for my brother and Josef for security?

That didn’t mean I couldn’t hold my own with either of them. After all, they were the ones who taught me.

“Yes, sir. Would you like any ice? Or lemon?” she asked, her sexy voice tying me up in knots.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I knew what I wanted as a belated birthday present.

This woman on her knees saying yes, sir. Just the thought had my cock straining against my zipper.

“No. Just the vodka,” Josef said.

Destiny nodded her understanding, making her tits bounce in that goddamn corset, and Josef made a humming sound of approval.