Page 86 of Bratva Menace

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to catch you.”

“And what will you do to me if you do?”

“Stay still and find out.”

I halted. He took the opportunity, pouncing for me again. He tackled me to the ground, his arm around the back of my head, cushioning my fall. Before he could do anything else, I reared forward and placed my lips on his in a fast kiss.

He stiffened, surprised, eyes widening in shock.

I pulled back and headbutted him.

“Fuck!” His head flew back, and I wedged my legs in between our bodies and shoved him off me. I spun my legs through the air in a circular motion and flung myself back upright, landing in a crouch.

Lukyan was in front of me, in the same crouched position, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Did that distract you?” I sang in a mocking voice.

He chuckled. “You’re a devious one. That won’t work again.”

We’ll see.

We lunged for each other at the same time. Lukyan unleashed a powerful roundhouse kick. I ducked underneath it, darted forward, and punched him in the stomach. He grunted, but didn’t double over as I had anticipated he would. Lukyan grabbed the back of my head and tried to slam me face down into the ground. I threw all of my weight forward instead so I flipped over. His hold immediately vanished, and I landed roughly on my back. I kicked up high, hitting him in the side of the face.

A Russian curse flew from his mouth, and he stumbled back. I rolled backward and landed in a hunch. There was no reprieve. Lukyan came right back at me, and we locked into an elegant dance of punches and strikes. Some I avoided. Some I didn’t. The same went for him.

Adrenaline surged through my body. Neither one of us was holding back, and I fucking loved it. I feared Lukyan would go easy on me because I was a woman, but he was treating me as his equal, giving me his all, and I fucking loved it. The harder… the dirtier, the fucking better.

“You’re very good,” he commented between strikes. “Fast. Efficient. Who trained you?”

“I trained myself.” I blocked a punch, my forearm coming up to protect my face, and retaliated with a swift elbow to his jaw. “Does that impress you?” I asked as he stumbled back.

Lukyan massaged his jaw, his mouth opening slightly as he worked it. “A little. You’re an impressive person.”

I melted under his praise.

He came at me again, and we locked into another battle of rapid attacks and furious blocking. The longer we went on, the more excited I became. He was right. The touching, the closeness of our bodies, the contact…It was everything I wanted and more.

I wondered if he felt the same way.

Surely, he had to. Surely, he could feel the connection we shared. The way our bodies yearned for each other. The way our souls called out to one another. He had to sense it too. It was undeniable.

He flung me over his shoulder and slammed me into the ground. I grunted at the contact, pain flaring up my back. His hand went right to my throat and squeezed. I fought against him. He wedged himself between my legs, and I felt it—his cock, hard and fucking primed, right against my center.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked back at the same time as I arched my hips into him. His snarl turned into an angry groan. He thrusted forward, and a bite of pleasure shot through me.

I hooked my legs around his powerful waist, arching furiously into him, chasing more of that pleasure. “You can feel it, can’t you? How good this feels. How right this feels,” I rasped, his hand around my throat making it hard to speak above a whisper.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he bit out, his voice laced with pleasure despite his words. “I could kill you right now. Snap your fucking neck.”

“I know,” I moaned. “Isn’t it hot?”

He mumbled something incoherently. Something I couldn’t quite catch. But the way Lukyan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, that look of complete and utter hunger on his face. He was enjoying himself just as much as I was.

“Maybe you need to see for yourself.” I used my free hand to knock his arm away, and used all of my strength to roll us so I was now on top.

I wasn’t sure if Lukyan had let me do it. He could have, but I was too into the moment to think more on it.

Legs either side of his body, I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed. Not so hard that I completely cut off his circulation, but hard enough for him to feel that sweet rush of lightheadedness.