Page 157 of Bratva Menace

Lyla chuckled, running her fingers up and down the chain as she slowly approached me. “Eager, are we?”

“You have no idea. I can’t keep my body from trembling.” I really, seriously couldn’t. Having her in my room, in my space, walking toward me with that sexy fucking look in her eyes had me almost vibrating off the goddamn mattress.

She stopped beside the bed and stared down at me. Tension skyrocketed between us. My body craved her. Her touch. Her scent. Not only my body, but my heart. My soul. Every inch of me from top to bottom.

When I had first walked into the dining room and saw her standing there, it was as if a huge pressure lifted from my chest, and I could finally breathe again. For the past three months, I’d been walking around like a ghost, barely a shell of my former self. Like I was an empty husk, just going through the motions.

Then, Lyla appeared, like a demon emerging from the shadows, and my heart kickstarted back to life.

Lyla wound the chain around my wrist before securing it to the pillar on the headboard. She climbed on top of me, legs either side of my body, and looped it around the back of the bed, stretching it out to reach my arm before winding it around my other wrist. Lyla pulled it tight, and I was unable to do anything else except groan at that delicious bite of pain. Lastly, she clicked a padlock through the chain, and there I was. Officially at her mercy.

Exactly where I wanted to be.

She sat back, admiring her work. Admiring me, her gaze drenched with heat and longing. Her eyes lit up, and I knew without her having to say a word what was on her mind.

“You want to take a picture for your scrapbook, don’t you?” I grinned.

She seemed to suddenly go shy, which was so out of the norm for her. I found it utterly adorable. “Yeah.”

I relaxed my body, grin still firmly in place, and rumbled, “Davay, lyubimaya,” Go for it, baby.

Excitement burst all over her face. Lyla jumped off and stood at the foot of the bed before digging her phone from her pocket. She held the device up, snapping a few pictures at different angles.

“Fuck, you look so good.” Her free hand dived into the front of her pants, almost as if she couldn’t wait another second to touch herself over me. A soft moan fell from her lips.

A deep, overwhelming hunger hit me, making me squirm, my hips involuntarily thrusting upward. “Oh, don’t tease me, baby. Bring that pussy over here. I want to taste you.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Is that how you ask your Huntress?” There was a slight reprimand in her voice, and I wondered if she would punish me for that.

I wanted her to.

Shivers shot down my spine. “Please,” I amended. “Please let me taste your pussy.”

Lyla placed the tip of her finger on my shin and sensually ran it up my leg as she made her way around the bed, each step she took slow. Almost seductive. “Have you been a good boy, baby?”

“Yes.” I nodded rapidly. “I’ve been a good boy. I’ve been such a good boy. I promise.”

“Hmm.” Her finger continued to move up and up, gliding over my cock, teasing the absloute fuck out of me and almost making me come from that one touch alone. “Show me. Stick out your tongue.”

I did without hesitation.

“Good,” she sang approvingly. “Don’t move.”

Oh, man. I both loved and hated when she said that. It meant I would enjoy what was about to happen, but it would also be complete fucking agony.

Lyla stripped out of her clothes quickly and climbed back on the bed. I barely had enough time to marvel at the gloriousness of her naked body before she stood directly in front of me and placed her pussy on my mouth.

She moaned. I moaned. We both fucking moaned like no tomorrow. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I sealed my lips over her, sucking hard on her clit.

Lyla moved, grinding herself down on me. Taking her pleasure with absolutely no qualms, and I loved it.

I loved every moment of it.

I groaned deep in my throat. My hands clenched into tight fists, and I pulled against the chains, desperate to touch her. To feel her skin beneath my fingers. To grip her ass and make her ride my face harder. Faster.

“Yes. That’s it. You’re such a good boy, letting me use you,” she praised, and it egged me on, knowing I was pleasing her.

I moved my mouth in time with her thrusts, flicking my tongue, trying to utterly devour her. Lyla moaned the entire time, my name falling from her lips, drenched in passion.