Chapter Eighteen #2
Something indecipherable flashed across his face. Interest, maybe? I wasn’t quite sure. But I chose to believe it was a positive emotion, not a negative one.
“I’m curious,” Lukyan began, running his fingertips over the curved blade lightly, “am I your first obsession?”
Why would he ask me that?
“I’m curious,” I said back, parroting him, “how would you feel if you weren’t?” Of course, he was. Like I’d said on numerous occasions, we were soulmates. No one else could or would ever compare to him. But I wondered if perhaps the idea of me stalking someone else would make him jealous.
“I’d feel—”
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.
“Want a taste?”
Warmth spread through me at the look on his face. Pure devotion. He nodded.
I caressed his cheek, running my hand lightly over his skin, down to his strong jawline, across to his chin, pausing when my thumb sat perfectly on his soft lips.
Slowly, I pushed my thumb into his mouth.
His lips parted willingly. Heat coursed through my veins.
Wetness slicked down my thighs. Fuck me sideways.
Calmly, casually, I put my free hand down the front of my jeans.
Lukyan stayed utterly still as he watched, a small moan bubbling up at the back of his throat.
I brushed two fingers over my pussy, my head tilting back in pleasure at the sensation taking over me.
I was so pent-up I feared I would come from that one act alone.
Lukyan emitted another sound—one that sent my whole body tingling. It was a cross between a growl and a pain-filled groan.
You and me both, baby.
I hooked my fingers, trying to gather as much of my wetness as I could before pulling my hand out, my fingers glistening wet.
Lukyan breathed hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
I looked down the length of his long, hard body.
His cock bulged in his pants. His hands remained clenched into tight fists at his sides.
It was killing him, not being able to move.
I didn’t need to be a mind reader to see that.
And yet, he stayed still, waiting for permission.
“You’ve been such a good boy. Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait, baby.”
Relief seemed to wash over him.
I used the thumb already in his mouth to open his mouth wider, and then placed my wet fingers on his tongue. “Suck, baby.”
His lips closed instantly, and he sucked. Hard. His warm tongue swirled over my fingers as if trying to lick up every ounce of me. My pussy fucking throbbed at not only the feel of it all, but the sight of having him completely at my mercy.
Desperate for me.
Just as I was for him.
When I went to pull my fingers from his mouth, he latched onto me, snapping his hand around my wrist to keep it there. Desperation shone in his eyes. He wanted more. Fuck, so did I. But despite the hunger and desire roaring in my blood, reality was seeping back in.
We couldn’t stay there much longer. Heidi and Suzanne, the cafe chef, wouldn't stay in the back office forever. Not to mention the fact that it was only a matter of time before someone tried to come in. Cedric stood in front of the café door, blocking it, but I’d been going to that town for months, and I knew some of the locals got a bit nutso if they didn’t get their caffeine hit.
We had to go.
“That’s enough, baby,” I whispered, attempting to pull my fingers out of his mouth again. He fought me, refusing to let go, as if completely overcome with desire.
I won’t lie, I lowkey loved that he was already so hungry for me, but I had to be strong. He wasn’t in charge. I was.
I gripped him roughly by the hair and snatched his head back at the same time I yanked my fingers away. He snarled, trying to follow them like a man possessed, but I held on tight, making him wince.
“While I love the enthusiasm, my love, you’re going to have to learn to follow orders if you want more.
” I leaned forward, running the flat of my tongue up the side of his face from his strong jawline up to his temple.
He shuddered, his whole body quaking. I placed my lips at his ear and whispered, “While I’m dying to punish you, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that.
” I gripped his earlobe between my teeth, giving it a little bite before releasing him completely.
Forcing myself to take a step back from him was hard. Probably one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life, but it had to be done.
Lukyan remained on his knees for a moment, an almost drunk, high-like expression on his face before he shook it off.
“What the fuck?” He breathed out, as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened.
I smirked, putting the same fingers he’d just had in his mouth into mine.
His taste exploded across my tongue, and I so desperately wanted more.
Like I’d said to Lukyan numerous times before, I knew him.
Knew everything about him. I knew his favorite color.
His favorite meal. His favorite torture technique.
And I knew that, deep down, beneath that golden retriever energy, he was just dying to be dominated.
And I was dying to be the one to do it.