6. Luka
Chapter 6
Luka
I watch Lara eat her meal, each swallow, each lick of her tongue along her lips, and each soft moan she gives makes my dick a little harder until I’m convinced I’m never going to be soft again.
My cock fucking aches for her.
There are so many questions I want to ask her, but I don’t want to ruin the show she’s unknowingly putting on for me, so I don’t interrupt her. I just sit back and enjoy the sight of her, knowing without a doubt that this is far sexier than any lap dance at Pink. She’d looked so stunned when I told her I didn’t have any interest in strip clubs. The truth is I’ve never even been tempted to go into one. Random women dancing naked in front of a roomful of men hasn’t ever done shit for me. I don’t want what everyone else is looking at. I don’t want a woman who’s on full display. I crave something more.
And that something is currently licking her lips and swallowing down the last bite of her steak. I’m mesmerized by the sight of her delicate throat working, and all I can think about is how she’d look on her knees while I feed her something very different.
“I can’t believe I ate all that,” she says, giving me a cute, embarrassed grin while breaking my trance .
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She tucks back a strand of her hair and stacks her silverware onto her plate. “I shouldn’t eat so much, I guess.”
“Why the hell not?”
Her shoulders raise and lower in a small shrug. “Isn’t that more attractive to guys? A dainty salad and a very slender waist?”
“I don’t give a fuck what most guys think, and you have no idea how insanely erotic that show you just put on for me was.”
The look in her eyes is one of genuine surprise, leaving zero doubts about whether or not she’d been aware of what she was doing while eating. She hasn’t the faintest clue about how hard I am right now or how badly I want to pull her onto my lap and bury myself inside her.
I watch her cheeks heat up, turning an even darker shade of red before I put her out of her misery by changing the subject.
“Tell me about yourself, Lara.”
I thought the subject change would put her more at ease, but the blush spreads down her neck as she pulls the sleeves of her shirt lower so she can close her hands and keep a tight grip on it.
“There’s not much to tell.” She keeps her eyes off mine, choosing to stare at the roses instead. “It’s just me and my mom. My dad died before I was born, and I’ve lived in that apartment my whole life. There’s nothing even remotely interesting about me.”
“I disagree.”
Her eyes flick to mine for the briefest of moments before landing back on the flowers.
“I want to know everything about you.”
The side of her mouth curls up, but there’s nothing even remotely happy about the half-smile. “I just told you everything.” Her eyes jump back to mine. “Why don’t you tell me about your family instead? That has to be way more interesting.”
“What do you know about my family?”
“Not much,” she admits. “I know you’re Luka Melnikov, son of…” her voice trails off before she gives me a real smile and says, “ Mister Melnikov.”
I laugh and say, “Roman.”
“Thank you, and I know your family runs the most dangerous Bratva our city’s ever seen.” She raises a brow at me. “I probably shouldn’t be sitting here with you. You’re a very dangerous man, Luka.”
“Never to you, kisa .”
For just a second her blue eyes fill with so much sadness that I almost reach across the table and pull her into my arms.
“You might change your mind about that.”
Her words are so low I have to strain to hear them.
“I’m not sure this is such a great idea.”
I don’t know what she’s talking about, but I know enough to know I don’t like it. Standing up, I walk over to her and grab one of her fidgeting hands.
“Come sit with me.”
She stands, letting me thread my fingers through hers and lead her over to where I put a hammock a few weeks ago. She takes one look at it and shakes her beautiful head.
“No, I don’t think so.”
I raise a brow at her. “Why not? I promise I’ll behave.”
“I’ll flop right out of that thing and embarrass the hell out of myself.”
“I would never let that happen.”
I sit down in it and then stretch my legs out, getting comfortable before extending my arm out to her. She’s still trying to decide what to do when I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer, making the decision for her.
“Better hang on, kisa , or we’re both going to end up on our asses,” I tease.
She very slowly and very carefully climbs into the hammock with me. Her body is stiff, like she’s trying hard to keep distance between us, even though it’s impossible to not be smushed together.
I laugh and wrap my arm around her, pulling her tighter against me and biting back the groan I want to give when all her soft, feminine curves mold to my body like she was fucking made for me .
“Look up.”
She tilts her head and lets out a soft gasp. The city’s too big and too bright to see the stars from where we’re at, but the moon is full and bright and looking down right on us.
“It’s so pretty,” she whispers, her face so close to mine, I can feel the heat of her breath against my cheek.
“Are you using me for my family?” I ask her.
She tenses and tries to pull away, but I tighten my grip on her and keep her pressed against me.
“What? No, of course not. Do you really think I’d do that?”
I ignore her question and ask another. “Do you wish me or anyone in my family harm?”
“No.”
That one word is filled with hurt and sadness that I might think something like that about her, but she’s wrong. I know that’s not why she’s with me.
“Then that’s all I care about, kisa . Why do you think us being together is a bad idea? Is it because of what I do?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because my life is a mess, and you don’t need to get involved in it.”
“Your life can’t possibly be more fucked up than mine.” I run my fingers through her hair, letting the long strands slide over my skin. “Please tell me about it.”
She sighs, hitting my cheek with her breath and sending all my blood right back to my dick. She’ll feel it soon enough, but for now she’s oblivious as she starts talking.
“I told you my mom isn’t well. She’s been like this my whole life. At first I didn’t understand that something was wrong with her. I thought it was normal to constantly be looking over your shoulder for some scary, faceless threat. I thought other moms hid inside their apartments, spending all night looking out the windows to make sure no one showed up. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized something was really wrong. ”
She rests her hand on my chest, fidgeting with the neckline of my T-shirt while she continues talking. “My mom was a receptionist at a dentist’s office until almost a year ago. Her mental health took a sharp decline, and it became very obvious that she could no longer hold a job. I’ve been working since I was sixteen, so at least I already had some money coming in. I’ve been able to cover rent and the other expenses, and now that Dominic has hired me to work upstairs, I should have more than enough to cover everything. I’ll probably get a second job since he only needs me a couple of nights a week.”
I don’t bother telling her there’s no way she’s going to be working two jobs and taking care of her mom. I’ll figure out a way to get her to accept my money.
“Do you have any other family? Did anyone help you?”
“No, it’s just the two of us.”
I cup the back of her head and tilt my face so I can kiss her forehead. “Not anymore it isn’t.”
She braces her elbow beneath her and uses it to lift herself up enough to face me. The hammock swings a bit, but despite her fears, we’re in no danger of tipping. The position does press her breasts against my chest, though, and this time I can’t bite back the groan.
Her body stills. “Did I hurt you? Am I too heavy?”
I laugh and slide the tips of my fingers along her cheek so I can tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear.
“Of course you’re not too heavy, and you didn’t hurt me.”
“I heard you groan.”
“You did.” I drag my finger along her neck. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and your body is pressed against mine, so, yes, I did groan, but it wasn’t from pain.” I smile and give her a wink. “At least not the kind of pain you’re probably thinking of.”
“I’m not beautiful,” she whispers, and I know she believes what she’s saying, and I hate that.
“Yes, you are.”
I grab the hand that’s still fidgeting with my shirt and drag it lower, ghosting her fingers over my chest and stomach until pressing her much smaller hand against the raging hard-on that’s straining at my jeans.
“Luka,” she whispers, turning her wide eyes to mine.
“This is what you do to me, kisa . Every time I’m near you, you drive me fucking crazy.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.”
Her shocked whisper pulls another laugh from me, but it immediately turns into a groan when she tightens her hand around my dick, giving me a hesitant but firm squeeze.
“Jesus fuck,” I growl, cupping her face and pulling her mouth to mine, needing to taste her more than I need my next breath.
She whimpers and lets go of my dick when I slide one hand down to grip her thigh and scoot her further on top of me. The feel of her body pressed to mine is pure fucking heaven, and when I cup one round ass cheek and feel her start to slowly rock her hips, I know there’s no going back for me, because I’m never letting her go.
Lara Swan is mine .
She can try and fight this all she wants, but it’s a done deal as far as I’m concerned. She’s the only woman I’ll ever want, and the only one I’ll ever have.
Parting her lips with my tongue, I cup her face with one hand and her ass with the other, pulling her tighter against me while she whimpers and opens for me like I want. I can’t get deep enough. My tongue dances with hers, and all I can think about is how badly I want more, how badly I need more.
Her curves mold to every inch of my body, so fucking soft and feminine, and when I slide my hand up the round curve of her ass to drag my fingers under her shirt, desperate to feel her soft skin beneath my fingers, she freezes and pulls back with a gasp.
“Luka, I can’t.” Her words are breathy and fast and laced with panic.
“Easy, kisa .” I still my fingers on her back, letting her know I’m not going to take this any further than she wants to go.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers .
“Look at me,” I tell her, waiting until her eyes meet mine. “Don’t ever apologize for not being ready for something. I’m not some stupid fucker who can’t be patient, Lara.” Running my thumb over her cheek, I smile when she closes her eyes and leans into my touch.
“I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
Keeping her eyes closed, she whispers, “I’m just not ready to take my top off.”
“Then it stays on.”
Ducking her head even lower, she grips my shoulder and like she’s whispering something she’s ashamed of, she says, “I’ve never done anything like this before.” She lets out a harsh laugh. “I’ve never done anything. I’ve spent my whole life pushing people away because of my mom and the secrets I’ve had to keep.”
“Me too,” I say, smiling when she jerks her head up in surprise.
“That’s impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re you, because you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous, and I’ve seen the way women stare at you.”
“Well, you’re incredibly sexy and gorgeous, and I’ve seen the way men stare at you, but it doesn’t make what you said any less true.”
She softly shakes her head at what I’ve said as if she doesn’t believe and can’t understand it, choosing to focus on what else I’ve said instead. “You’re a virgin? But why?”
“I guess for the same reason that you’ll never find me sitting around in a strip club or picking up some random woman. It’s not what turns me on.”
I sigh, trying to think of a way to explain it so it makes sense.
“Intimacy turns me on, sharing something with someone that no one else will ever get to experience turns me on. That’s what I like. The idea of fucking some girl that I don’t know or care about doesn’t do shit for me.”
I drag my thumb along her plump lip. “You’re not the only one who’s pushed people away. For as long as I can remember, I’ve put my family first. My dad and uncles worked hard to get us where we’ re at, and I’m not going to be the one to tear it all down. The Bratva has been my one and only focus. I didn’t have any plans for that to change, but then some jackass bumped into the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and knocked her on her mouthwatering ass right in front of me, and the sight of her changed my world.”
She lets out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to think about your life and my life and all the reasons that this can only end in disaster. I just want you to kiss me again.”
“I can do that.” I smile up at her, wanting to take away all her worries, but words are just words. I’d rather show her instead.
Before I can pull her closer, she lifts up and pulls on the top button of her shirt, popping it open as my breath catches in my throat. Tugging harder, three more buttons unsnap, giving me a seductive glimpse of cleavage.
“I’m just not ready to take it all the way off,” she whispers.
I reach up and trail my fingers along her cheek. “Promise me you’ll stop me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“I promise. Will you be disappointed if I do?”
“Never, kisa .”
She hears the truth in my words and leans closer, bringing one hand up so she can caress my face with her fingers. The touch is soft and hesitant. Starting at my brow, she follows a path down the side of my face before dipping lower to trace along my tattooed neck.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, making me smile because she’s so goddamn sweet.
Before I can tell her that she’s the beautiful one, she presses her lips to mine and kisses me with a hunger that has me wrapping my arms around her as my hips rock up on instinct. She moans against my mouth, grinding harder against me, and I become convinced that I’m going to be the one that has to make us stop because I already feel like I’m seconds away from lifting her skirt and freeing my cock.
Threading my fingers in her hair, I cup the back of her head and slide my other hand up her side, memorizing every inch of her body as I go, and when I lightly graze along the side of her breast, she moans my name, begging me for more. Filling my palm with her, I fist her hair and run my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath me.
When she breaks our kiss to let out a gasp, I nip and suck and lick my way down her throat, stopping to run my tongue over her pulse point, wanting to feel the rapid beat of it, to know that this is affecting her just as much as it is me.
“Luka.”
My name is a breathy pant on her lips, and I freeze in place. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
I smile at her insistent tone and nip softly at the tender flesh of her neck. Her whole body shudders against mine at that one touch, and when I start to kiss lower, she brings a hand between us, ripping the last few buttons open to give me better access. When she pulls back enough for me to see her gorgeous tits in that lacy, white bra, I feel my willpower stretch dangerously thin.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lara.” I reach up and drag my fingers along the fullness of her breasts, gently pushing her shirt open even more. When I brush one of my thumbs over the pert nipple that’s straining at the lace, she arches her back and moans my name.
“This right here is what I love,” I tell her. “I don’t give a flying fuck about other women or strippers or any of that shit that you think men are supposed to care about. This right here is what I crave. A private moment between the two of us, something no one else has ever seen or will ever see. You trusting me enough to show your body to me. Fuck, kisa , I could come just from this.”
“Do you want me to do something for you?” she asks.
The offer is tempting, but I smile up at her and say, “I’d much rather make you come.”
Sitting up so we’re chest to chest, I keep our faces close so I can see her reaction when I ask, “Will you let me?”
There’s enough light from the apartment and the fairy lights for me to see the blush to her cheeks, but there isn’t any fear when she shakes her head and whispers, “Yes. ”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
She doesn’t even hesitate with her answer, and that means more to me than she knows. Trust and loyalty are everything to me. She has mine, but I need hers too.
Being careful to not tip us over, I keep her in the hammock while I get out. “Turn to the side so you’re sitting in it with your legs hanging out,” I tell her.
She scoots around until she’s how I want her. I drink in the sight of her—shirt open, breasts rising and falling with her quick breaths, skirt riding high on her gorgeous thighs. I drop to my knees before her, scooting close enough so I’m between her legs. Hovering my upper body over hers, I grab one of her wrists and stretch her arm out to the side.
“Grab onto the rope, and don’t let go.”
She curls her fingers through one of the wide holes in the hammock and grips it tightly.
“Good girl,” I tell her, “now do the same with your other hand.”
Her lips part at my words as her eyes grow darker. When she’s clutching rope with both hands, I bring my face to hers.
“Don’t let go,” I remind her.
“I won’t,” she whispers. Her voice is shaky, but it’s not from fear. Every part of her is alive and vibrating with desire, with need . She wants to come, she’s fucking dying to, and I can’t believe that I’m the lucky bastard who gets to give her this.
I drag my nose along her neck, breathing in the scent that I’m completely addicted to. “I’m the only man who will ever touch you, Lara Swan,” I murmur against her skin.
“Yes,” she whimpers when I nip at her clavicle, slowly kissing my way down her chest before running my tongue over the swell of her breast.
“I’m the only man who will ever see these amazing tits.” I run the tip of my tongue over the hard nipple that’s straining against the lace. “The only man to ever taste them or touch them,” I say, my voice growing rougher with each passing second. I push aside the lace and latch onto her, filling my mouth with her as my tongue circles her nipple. She arches her chest out, but she keeps gripping the hammock like I told her to. When I pull back, reluctantly letting her breast slip from my mouth, she whines in protest, begging me with her eyes to keep going.
“I don’t share, kisa , and I refuse to share you.”
I don’t want to scare her by saying I’ll kill any man who ever tries to touch her, but I will. She’s for my eyes only.
With one of her breasts exposed and the other still covered in lace, she looks sexy as fuck, so innocent but also so ready to be corrupted. I keep my eyes on hers as I brush her shirt aside so I can kiss my way down her stomach. Her skin is so damn soft, and I want to mark every inch of it as mine.
Running my hands up her thighs, I gently lift her skirt, giving her stomach one last kiss before pulling back, not wanting to miss a second of this. Sliding her skirt higher, I slowly reveal the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the hint of white lace between them.
I didn’t think I could get any harder, but the hint of pink pussy proves me wrong. I’m soaked in my own pre-cum, thick and throbbing, and my balls fucking ache with the need to empty.
“Jesus,” I growl, and I swear I can already taste her sweetness on my tongue.
Grabbing one of her feet, I pull her shoe off and put her socked foot on the hammock before quickly doing the same with the other.
“Spread them as far as you comfortably can,” I tell her, watching as she spreads her legs wide for me, hooking her feet into the ropes of the hammock.
I sit back on my heels, taking in the sight of her splayed open for me, nothing but a thin strip of see-through lace between me and the pussy I’m about to devour. Her hands still grip the rope, determined to not disobey me, even though I can tell by the deep red of her cheeks that she’s embarrassed and feeling vulnerable in this position. It’s the last thing I want her to feel around me .
“You’re so beautiful, kisa .” I lean forward and lightly drag my fingers up her thighs, loving the way that it makes goosebumps erupt along her skin. “You’re going to learn to not be embarrassed in front of me, sweetheart, because there’s not a single inch of your body that I’m not going to see or touch or taste.”
Her thighs tense under my fingers. “Not tonight, though, right?”
“No, not tonight.” I lean down and place a kiss above her right knee. “Tonight I’m going to eat your pussy and make you come with my tongue. Everything else can wait.” I lick a slow line up her inner thigh before murmuring against her skin. “I would wait forever for you, Lara. There’s no rush.”
Her breath hitches when I hover my mouth between her legs. Her scent fills my nose, making my fucking head spin. She intoxicates me, consumes me, and threatens to undo me completely. Her thighs tremble beneath my fingers as I exhale against her pussy, so close my lips brush against her in featherlight touches when I ask, “Do you want me to stop, kisa ?”
I’m poised above her, ready to eat her until I’ve had my fill, but I wait until I hear her breathy “No” before I allow myself my first taste of her. With a groan, I drag my tongue up her panty-covered slit, one slow lick from bottom to top. She’s soaking wet, dripping through the flimsy lace, making it easy to coat my tongue in her arousal.
“Jesus,” I growl before grabbing her panties and ripping them from her in one quick motion, baring her sex to me. Her hair is neatly trimmed, tight, dark curls that don’t do shit to hide the wet pussy that’s dripping for me.
“So fucking beautiful.” I lean closer, whispering the words against her slick folds. Grabbing the backs of her thighs, I spread her wide enough to part her lips, exposing every perfect pink inch of her.
I don’t care that I’ve only known her for a few days—I’m a fucking goner. This is the only pussy I’ll ever want to see, and this woman is the only one I’ll ever fuck. That thought would instill terror in most men, but I only feel a deep sense of comfort at the idea of only knowing Lara’s body, a strong sense of right .
Without a barrier between us, I trace the partially opened line of her slit with the tip of my tongue, delving in just enough to tease her and torture myself. She moans my name when I reach the top of her pussy and drag my tongue over the clit that’s starting to swell. I follow her lead, memorizing her reactions to everything I do, watching in awe as her arousal builds and her pussy becomes a perfect mess.
I nip and suck on her sensitive folds, kissing and licking every goddamn inch of her, and when I part her lips with my tongue and slide inside, she rocks her hips and moans my name again. Looking up, I watch as she throws her head back, biting her lip to keep from screaming, one tit still bare, nipple hard and begging to be sucked—fucking perfection.
Keeping my tongue inside her, I lick her inner walls and bring my thumb to where her lips meet at the top, coaxing her clit out from its hood, wanting all the nerve endings exposed. We’re both soaked, making it easy to rub her in tight, firm circles.
“Luka,” she moans. “I’m so close.” Her hands fist the hammock tight enough to turn her knuckles white and her chest heaves with her erratic breaths. “Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
I want to tell her that I’m never going to stop, but that would require me to remove my mouth from her pussy, and that’s not about to fucking happen. I show her with my actions instead. One hand digs into her thigh, keeping her spread wide while my other fingers work her clit and my tongue fucks her slick, delicious cunt. I’m in heaven, and I never want it to end, but I can tell by the sounds she’s making and by how badly she’s shaking that she’s not going to last much longer.
With one last moan, I feel her pussy tense right before the wet release of her orgasm hits my greedy mouth. I growl against her messy cunt, lapping her up like a starving man while I keep working her clit, bringing her higher and higher until she has no choice but to scream my name to the night sky.
My perfect kisa coming undone is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and all I can think about is how badly I want to see her do it again and again and again. I keep my tongue inside her, feeling her inner walls clench around me as her body shudders and her thighs shake.
Following her lead, I gentle my fingers when she becomes too sensitive and shies away from my touch. I rim her clit in a featherlight touch that has her moaning my name again. I slide my tongue out, whispering “Mine” against her slick folds before licking and kissing her pussy clean.
“Can I touch you now?”
I smile up at her shaky whisper. “Yes, kisa, you can touch me.”
A second later her fingers are in my hair, threading through the dark strands, nails scraping along my scalp in a way that has every inch of my body buzzing with need.
“Are you sure you’ve never done that before?”
I lift my head enough so she can see me better. “I would never lie to you.”
“You’re just insanely good at it.” She gives a soft laugh. “That felt incredible, a thousand times better than I imagined.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” I kiss her pussy again. “Because I plan on doing it a lot.”
I nuzzle my nose against her slit, breathing her in with a groan.
“Just because I’ve never done anything doesn’t mean I’m going to be bad at sex,” I tell her. “People assume that, I guess, but it’s never made any sense to me. I’m sure there are a lot of unsatisfied wives and girlfriends, even though their husbands and boyfriends have been fucking them for years.”
I exhale a breath against her still sensitive clit, smiling when she squirms a bit. Keeping my mouth close to her pussy, I lock eyes with her.
“I think it’s all about being observant and about wanting to please. I’ve been paying attention, kisa .” I run my tongue along the tender spot right below her clit, dipping inside the wet heat of her folds so I can run the tip of my tongue along the front wall of her pussy. She bucks her hips and lets out a soft whimper, just like I knew she would.
I give her one more lick and then kiss a circle around her clit while whispering, “I know that the left side of your sweet cunt is more sensitive than the right. I also know you hold your breath right before you come and that even though you could’ve moved your arms at any time, you didn’t because you’re such a good fucking girl and you didn’t want to disobey me.”
Turning my head, I kiss her inner thigh. “I don’t need to fuck a bunch of women to know how to please you, kisa . All I have to do is pay attention to what you like and how your body responds to me.”
Her fingers run through my hair while I rest my head on her stomach, perfectly content despite how painfully hard I still am. This night was never going to be about me. I knew that going into it.
“You’re too perfect, Luka,” she whispers, making me smile against her soft skin.
“I’m far from it, sweetheart, but I hope you always think I am.”
“I will.”
Her voice doesn’t hold a trace of doubt, and that kind of loyalty is everything to me. I’d say I’m falling hard for Lara Swan, but the truth is I fell head-fucking-first the second I saw her. I’m a goner, plain and simple, and I know myself well enough to know there’s no going back.