Chapter 20 #2
My mouth salivated. His chest and abs in all their wonderful glory were on complete display for me to ogle. Hard. Toned. The kind of body you only got from rigorous training.
I put my hands on my hips. “Okay, you don’t play fair.”
He laughed outright and threw his shirt to the side. “What? Does this”—he ran his big hands down the front of his body in a seductive caress—“distract you?”
“Yes,” I admitted freely. “But I’m not concerned.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope.” I cracked my neck, continuing to bounce on the tips of my toes. “It makes me horny, and now I’m dying to get started so I can touch you.”
He laughed again, shaking his head. “You’re not afraid to say whatever it is you’re thinking, are you?”
“Who has time to worry about shit like that?” I put my hands up in a boxer’s pose and moved my fingers back and forth. “Let’s get it on, baby.”
He rubbed his hands together eagerly like a man with a plan.
There was a look on his face that sent a thrill of excitement shooting through me.
He took a step to the right. I took one to the left.
He stepped again, and I did the same. We continued until we were circling each other, the suspense building.
I watched him closely, studying his movements, his footsteps, the looseness of his body. He wouldn’t catch me off guard.
“Are there rules?” he asked, continuing to take one step at a time.
“You need a safe word?”
“My safeword is Banana Hammock. Answer my question. What am I allowed to do?”
I smirked. “You can do whatever you want, baby—”
He lunged. I darted right. He rolled into a perfect somersault and sprang back up to his feet in the same movement, turned, and started circling me again.
“Gonna have to be faster than that to catch me,” I taunted.
“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.
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.