Page 77 of Bratva Menace

His words were cut off when Sawyer abruptly spoke, interrupting him. The fuck? “Um, excuse me⁠—”

Anger flashed across Lukyan’s face. He swung the blade back in a powerful arc, slicing it across Sawyer’s throat. “Can’t you see I’m fucking talking?” he growled.

Sawyer choked, his hands coming up to his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers. He dropped to his knees, eyes wide in disbelief, before toppling over, dead.

I arched a brow. Lukyan stepped into my space and held the blade to my throat, just above the collar. In my peripheral vision, I glimpsed Cedric react instantly, whipping out his gun and aiming it at Lukyan’s head.

I raised a hand, stopping him from doing anything else. With a simple wave of my hand, I commanded him to leave. He hesitated, clearly not wanting to go, but the look on my face left no room for discussion. Lukyan wouldn’t kill me. I firmly believed that.

Grumbling, Cedric tucked his gun back away and left the café.

Lukyan clocked the movement, smirking devilishly. “You’re that confident I won’t kill you?”

“Yes,” I responded without a shred of doubt. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my fingers. “Now, you were saying…you’d feel…”

He leaned closer, his lips only a hair’s breadth away from mine as he murmured, “I’d feel…cheated.”

“Cheated?”

“Mm-hmm.” Lukyan nodded. He was still so fucking close. One movement was all it would take to finally feel those lips on mine. I wanted to take it. “You can’t make a guy feel special and then just take it away like that. It’s liable to make him go a little crazy.”

“I like crazy,” I breathed.

“I’m well aware.”

Lukyan liked crazy, too, and there was nothing crazier than the shit going through my head right now. The sexual tension burning between us was off the fucking charts. It was enough to set the whole goddamn town ablaze. I stepped closer, the blade biting into my skin. His eyes flared. “Put the knife down and get on your knees,” I said, authority dripping from my voice.

He stiffened. “What?”

“You heard me.”

For a moment, he did nothing but stare at me. The seconds dragged on. Lukyan swallowed thickly, his hand shaking slightly as if he were at war with himself, one part of him yearning to follow my command, the other trying desperately not to obey.

“Why the fuck would I do that?” he asked roughly.

I raised my head and straightened my spine, staring him dead in the eyes, deep into his soul. “Because I fucking told you to.”

His eyes closed, an almost soft, barely audible whimper escaping his lips. I waited. Usually, I wouldn’t. I expected complete submission from my partners, but Lukyan and I had yet to discuss that, so I was willing to give him a little bit of leeway.

For now.

I had a feeling his past sexual exploits consisted of him giving the orders. Granted, it probably wasn’t the time or the place to explore those kinds of things, but when you’re in the moment, you’re in the fucking moment, and the need for him pounding in my veins made it impossible for me to ignore.

The knife he held to my throat meant that, despite my order, he was firmly in control. It was probably why it all felt so right. Why I thought it was the perfect moment to do it, despite our environment. It wouldn’t feel right doing it any other time. I didn’t want there to be any doubt that if he decided to follow my command, it was because he chose to do it. Not because he felt forced to listen because I’d…you know…kinda kidnapped him.

Lukyan ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Slowly. Leisurely. My body heated at the sight, powerless to stop my mind conjuring up images of that tongue doing the exact same thing on the delicate, more intimate parts of my body. A moment passed between us. What kind of moment, I couldn’t quite say, but it was significant. I was sure of it.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime and a great internal battle, he stepped back. The knife clattered to the ground, and Lukyan dropped to his knees. A sense of euphoria washed over me. He looked up at me, face calm and relaxed.

There he was. The real Lukyan. The one craving to have the right person take control of him.

For me to take control of him.

He knelt, surrounded by dead bodies, blood pooling all around him. The sight of him like that, with my collar around his neck… I’d never been more turned on in my fucking life. I just wanted to take him right there and then, but I refrained. While being out in the open in a public café, with people walking past the building every now and then only added to my desire, the first time we had sex would be more intimate. It would be just me and him.

Still, I needed a little something to tide me over, or I felt as though the heat taking over my body would make me explode. And he deserved a little something, too, for listening so well.

I approached him. Lukyan took a deep breath in, his body remaining still but stiff as he watched me get closer and closer. When I was right in front of him, my pussy all but at eye level, I stopped. Using one hand, I tilted his head up to look at me. Lukyan’s gaze lingered on my pussy for a moment before his eyes snapped up to me, scorching with lust.