Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
LYLA
This is crazy. I’m crazy. Seriously. Cuff me, take me to the loony bin, and throw away the damn key because only someone completely and utterly out of their mind would do something this idiotic.
I’d done a lot of stupid shit in my life.
I was the type of person who liked doing dangerous and reckless shit.
It fueled me. Made life worth living, in my opinion.
Death-defying stunts were kinda my forte.
I was an adrenaline junkie at heart. Anything that got my heart rate up, my blood pumping, I was down for.
Bonus points if it could make my pussy tingle too.
But this?
This would go down in history as the stupidest thing I’d ever done… times a billion.
I was lying flat on my back, flicking through the numerous security feeds I had throughout the Volkov household as I tracked Lukyan moving from the kitchen to the stairs. Darkness surrounded me, the only light coming from the illumination of my phone screen.
It had taken all of my strength, all of my willpower not to burst into that kitchen and shoot everyone in the head for making my poor Lukyan so upset.
How could no one see how much their words and lack of faith hurt him? Were they all so accustomed to treating him that way that they were just blind to it?
I could see it, though, as clear as the night sky. That light he always had in his eyes had dimmed just the slightest bit, and I wanted to murder them all.
I could kill them and not lose an ounce of sleep over it.
But I was well aware of how much he loved his family, and I was incapable of causing him such harm and heartbreak.
For the moment.
If it continued, though, I would take matters into my own hands regardless of the consequences.
No one hurt my Lukyan and lived to talk about it.
I listened to the entire conversation. They had all been sitting in the kitchen, talking about the aftermath of the attack from their own soldiers. I’d been watching from my usual spot when the whole thing went down. I could do nothing but watch on. Otherwise, I risked revealing myself to them.
If it had come to giving away my position or saving Lukyan, though, I would have done it in a heartbeat. Lucky for me, however, the whole thing had been over quite quickly, with not a single hair out of place on my beautiful Lukyan’s head.
My phone vibrated, a text message appearing in the middle of the screen.
My Luky Bear: Who are you?
I squeaked.
Oh my god.
He texted me back.
Excited, nervous energy burst throughout my entire body.
I wasn’t sure if he would actually respond or not. He never had before. Granted, that was the first time I’d ever texted him, but still. My love letters had all remained unanswered. I just assumed the same would happen when I texted him too.
Keep it cool, Lyla.
I took a deep breath in, making myself count to five before typing out a response.
Me: Given the events of today, I am willing to forgo that transgression, my love. But never again. You know who I am. I am yours, and you are mine. Until death do us part.
Light footsteps echoed in the air, getting louder and louder with each passing second.
I locked my phone and held my breath. A stream of light erupted into the room as the door opened.
From my position under the bed, I could just make out a pair of black combat boots and long, lean legs clad in dark trousers.
I didn’t even need to see more to know who it was. I would have known that aura anywhere.
There was a brief moment of hesitation, Lukyan hovering in the doorway before he came inside his bedroom, turned on the light, and shut the door.
I didn’t even dare to draw breath.
What now, Lyla?
I DON’T FUCKING KNOW.
I’d been in his room more times than I could count. So many times, in fact, that I could map the whole place out and move around in complete darkness.
I knew the position of all his furniture.
That the en suite was exactly twenty-three and a half steps from the window on the far wall.
Knew he kept a collection of old-school porn magazines in the bottom of his dresser drawers.
He hadn’t opened them in a while. If he had, he would have seen that I replaced all the pictures of naked women with a photo of me in my catsuit. Heh, heh.
But I’d never—and I mean never—been in that room at the same time as him when he was awake.
Partly because I didn’t trust myself not to throw away everything I had planned and demand he take me there and then.
On top of being an adrenaline junkie, I also had poor impulse control.
Surprised?
Not really.
Lukyan moved further into the room, and I remembered I needed to fucking breathe, or I was going to pass out.
Carefully, so very fucking carefully, I shifted my body just slightly so I could peek out from under the bed to see him fully.
My heart slammed in my chest at the sight of him. Lukyan was side-on to me, and I watched, entranced as he casually rolled his big shoulders out of his jacket. He loosened his tie with one hand before pulling it over his head, and then slowly began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
He stopped halfway, leaning forward to glance at his phone, which he’d placed down on a table beside the three-seater couch. A devilish smirk graced his lips, and he scoffed, shaking his head.
He picked it up, typed something quickly, and returned it to the table to continue undressing.
My phone flashed with another text message.
My Luky Bear: You talk as if we’ve met before. I’m pretty sure I would remember meeting a batshit crazy chick who’s been stalking me.
My gaze cut to him just as he put his phone back down again.
My Luky Bear: If you even are a chick. My sister thinks you might be a fifty-year-old, overweight, bald man who still lives in his mother’s basement.
Really?
Me: What do you think?
His shirt came off, and my stomach clenched. Carved, pure muscle. Big, broad shoulders. Rough, tanned skin littered with various scars. Some looked like knife wounds, others like gunshots.
While it hurt my heart to know he’d endured such pain, I couldn’t deny that the scars added a certain appeal.
He snapped the button of his pants open with one hand as he texted me with the other.
My Luky Bear: I think I’m bored.
My mouth dropped open in shock. Say. Fucking. What?
My Luky Bear: This was mildly entertaining at the start, but now, I’m bored. My attention is a hard thing to keep, and unfortunately for you, you’ve lost it
I was so surprised at his words I didn’t even notice he’d moved closer to me until he threw his phone onto the bed above me and walked away, effectively ending any further conversation.
Oh, baby, you have no idea what you’ve just done.
He didn’t know it, but he’d just issued me a challenge. And I fucking loved challenges. The harder, the better.
Music blasted in the air. Lukyan threw what looked like a remote control of some kind onto the couch before he strolled casually to his en suite and walked inside.
He pushed the door closed behind him, but not hard enough to shut it completely.
It remained slightly ajar, and from my position, I was able to see him through the mirror.
He was taking a shower.
Perfect.
He wanted me to keep his attention?
Fuck. That.
I was going to fucking take it and never give it back.
I slunk out from under his bed, quiet as a mouse, keeping my gaze locked on him through the mirror as I moved. A few ideas came to mind, but really, only one stuck out.
Once I was on my feet, I picked up his phone from the bed, and the screen lit up. A picture of him and his family greeted me. It was one I’d seen hundreds of times before because I’d cloned his phone the first time I broke into his house, but it still made me smile nonetheless.
Aleksandr, Nikolai, and Papa D stood stoically in the back, arms folded across their chests and scowls on their faces. Lukyan and Illayana were in the front, arms thrown around each other, tongues sticking out and eyes crossed.
It was an adorable family photo, and it showed each of their personalities perfectly.
The music blasting in the air offered me some comfort as I unlocked his phone—yes, I knew his passcode, and we’re not really surprised, are we? If I made any noise, it would help to conceal it.
Eyes firmly locked on Lukyan through the small crack in the bathroom door, I clasped the zipper at the top of my jumpsuit and pulled it down.
My breasts spilled out. They were fake, and I wasn’t the least bit ashamed about it.
I was one of those souls to be born with barely an A cup, and while I usually lived by the philosophy, who cares what other people think, be happy with your body, I was, in fact, not.
My breasts had been a huge insecurity of mine. Always were, going all the way back to high school and well into my teen years. When all the other girls in my grade would brag about their bra size, I would awkwardly try to change the subject without making it obvious.
The minute I was old enough, I went under the knife and never looked back. My surgeon was a miracle worker—so good that they didn’t even remotely look or feel fake.
I was now a solid C cup. Happy and proud. Not too big. Not too small. Perky, plump, and the perfect size to fill a man’s hands.
Lukyan’s hands.
My jumpsuit hit the floor. I stepped out of it, leaving it there and climbed onto Lukyan’s bed. I set his phone up on the side table, making sure to zoom out so it would capture everything, leaving no question as to where it was taken— in his room, on his bed—and set the timer for ten seconds.
I wished I could take off my mask. I wanted him to see my face, but it wasn’t time for that yet.
Soon.
Watch how fucking fast I get your attention after this.
I activated the countdown. Shuffling back, I quickly got into position, leaning back, elbows firmly on the bed, both hands clasping my breasts but leaving a little space between my fingers so he would get just a glimpse of my nipples, and legs spread wide.