Page 87 of Bratva Menace

He groaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” I whispered, leaning down to run my tongue up the side of his face. “Don’t deny it. Be honest. It’s just me and you here. Let yourself go.”

“Yes,” he breathed, his body trembling. “It feels good. It feels so fucking good.”

The smirk on my face was full of triumph. “Such a good boy you are, baby.” I let him go, and Lukyan’s head rolled as if his mind was swimming with euphoria. I slapped my hands down onto his chest hard and scratched my nails down his torso. He arched upward, pushing himself further into me, searching for more.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I needed him. Now.

With rushed movements, I ripped my sports bra off my body. My breasts bounced free.

“Oh, fuck me,” Lukyan groaned, desperation on his face. He reached up to touch me.

“Uh-uh.” I grabbed his hands and wrapped my sports bra around his wrists, tying him up before I slammed them back down above his head.

His eyes widened.

“You only get to touch when I give you permission. Did I give you permission?” I asked, layering a small amount of dominance into my voice.

He swallowed, then shook his head.

I gave him a soft smile. “I want to hear you speak. Did I give you permission?”

“No,” he answered swiftly.

“No, what?”

“No…ma’am?” he asked tentatively.

“I’m not a ma’am.”

“Mistress?”

“Try again.”

I wanted him to pick something he wanted. Something he was comfortable with. Something that wasn’t a question. That he was sure of.

His eyes took on a reverent glow. “Huntress,” he whispered in worship. He looked up at me through his lashes, an almost shy tint to his words despite the blazing hunger on his face.

That was it. His compliance sent me soaring. I placed a soft kiss on his lips. My heart was elated at the name he’d chosen for me, and I was going to reward him for it.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

LYLA VOZNESENSKY

Isat on Lukyan’s torso, my legs either side of his body, just staring at the marvel that man was. His arms were outstretched above his head, his muscles bunching and bulging, hands tied at the wrists by my clothing.

Even I had to admit it was a flimsy job, but I had to work with what I had. I didn’t want to risk leaving to get my chains and the moment we were in being completely lost. There was too much at stake.

After all my planning, all the fantasies, all the times I’d made myself come to the thought of him, I finally had Lukyan right where I wanted him.

And I was going to take my fucking time and enjoy it.

I ran the tips of my fingers down his arms. Slowly. Sensually. His whole body shivered, goose bumps pebbling his skin.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve pictured you exactly like this? Needy and desperate beneath me?” And desperate he was. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know it. It was in the way his hands clenched into tight, unbreakable fists, as if he was having to do it to hold himself back. It was in his face, that look of utter reverence, like he would do anything I asked if I kept touching him.