Chapter Twenty Five
LYLA VOZNESENSKY
My back hit the brick wall behind the club, and Lukyan pinned me there with nothing but his body, pressing right up against me, every inch of him flush with mine.
I kicked and snarled, still filled with rage and a pounding jealousy I could feel right down to my bones.
“Calm down, baby,” he whispered softly. His lips ghosted over the sensitive skin of my throat in a soft kiss—his attempt to try to pacify me.
It didn’t work. I was too riled up.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’ll calm down if I want to calm down.” Irrational and childish, I know. You don’t have to tell me. But the green-eyed monster thumping in my veins made it impossible for me to see reason.
Gorgeous McBitch had a point. I shouldn’t have to work so hard to make him mine, and the fact that I was having to was not a good sign.
He should know it as easily as I did, and yet, I felt as though I had to prove it to him.
Show him how perfect we were for each other.
I hated that feeling. That feeling of confusion and doubt.
I thrashed, trying to worm my way out of his grip. It didn’t work. Lukyan’s hands clamped around my wrists, and he slammed them up above my head.
“I like you like this.” He laughed softly, his gaze running over my face, shining with warmth.
At least he said he liked me.
“Like what?!” I barked.
“All neurotic and crazy and possessive.”
“I am not neurotic.”
“But crazy and possessive?”
“Well, duh,” I snapped. I might as well have that tattooed across my fucking forehead.
He shook his head, chuckling softly. “You have nothing to worry about,” he murmured reassuringly.
“So you don’t want Gorgeous McBitch?”
“No.” He chuckled again.
“You don’t want to fuck her?”
“No.”
“I’m the only one you want?”
He stared deeply into my eyes, that amused smile still curved on his lips. “Yes.”
I scowled. “You hesitated.”
“No, I didn’t.”
I tried to bite him, my teeth snapping an inch from his face.
“Yes! You did! You know what, why don’t you go grab her and see how long she lasts in your world.
I guarantee you it won’t be longer than a fucking minute, ty beschuvstvennyy, nikuda ne godnyy pridurok,” You insensitive, good-for-nothing prick.
“That’s it.” He picked me up effortlessly and turned. I found myself bent over the hood of some random car parked behind us. The glorious, heavy weight of his body followed next, his lips pressing to my ear. “Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you? Hm?”
My heart rate quickened. “As if you could,” I spat.
He kicked my legs apart and pulled up my dress, exposing every inch of me down below.
The side street was dark, only the faint trace of light illuminating from the lamppost at the entrance giving me the ability to make out the shapes amongst the shadows.
The muffled sounds of music and laughter hit my ears from the club, and it only excited me more, knowing we could be caught at any moment.
That pedestrians walking past could catch us. See us.
His cold hand grasped my pussy roughly from behind. He groaned. “You’re wet.”
“I’m always wet around you. It’s annoying.” My tone was haughty and bitchy. Even I could hear that, but I was powerless to stop it. I got that way whenever jealousy got into the mix.
“I like it.” The jingle of his belt hit the air, followed by the sound of his zipper lowering. “I love our sexual dynamic. Submitting to you is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, but sometimes, even a dominant woman needs a good, hard fucking to knock out that spicy-as-fuck attitude.”
I thumped the side of my fist down onto the hood of the car. “I do not have an attitude!”
“Yes, you do. Tell me now if you want me to stop, baby. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you raw.”
“Of course I don’t want you to stop, you bastard!” I growled out. Nine times out of ten, I wanted to be in control. To lead. To dictate what happened, when it happened. However, once in a blue moon, I just liked to be well and truly fucked. Hard and rough and punishing.
“Good.” Not even a second later, he entered me, brutally and ruthlessly.
A pleasure-filled cry burst from my lips.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he hissed out behind clenched teeth. Then, he started to move, pistoning in and out of me like a man possessed. He held me down by the back of the neck and fucked me with an almost savage edge to his movements.
I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. His grip was iron-fucking-clad. Immovable and unbreakable.
“Oh, God, Lukyan,” I moaned. The car beneath me moved with each harsh thrust he delivered. I had no idea who owned it, but the fact that they could come back at any minute only heightened the pleasure flooding my veins.
Lukyan did some move with his hips, swiveling right and then left, going deeper inside me, and my pussy spasmed at the new sensations hitting me.
“You like being manhandled. Who would have thought.” He chuckled darkly. One hand came down to squeeze my ass. He pulled out suddenly, dropped to his knees, and ran his tongue from my pussy up to my ass in one long lick.
I sucked in a shocked breath.
Before I could do or say anything, he speared right back inside me, causing me to cry out, my head flinging back.
He shoved me back down, my cheek plastering onto the hood of the car, and continued to fuck me without pause.
Lukyan didn’t do it nearly as hard as I knew he was capable of.
It didn’t hurt or shock me. He was both rough and incredibly cautious at the same time, and it made my heart swim, knowing how careful he was being with me.
“This pussy, god-fucking-damn.” He grunted. “You’ll be my undoing.”
Pleasure skyrocketed up my spine. The feel of his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he took what he wanted from me torpedoed me closer to my orgasm.
“Lukyan. Baby. Yes. Yes.”
He pressed further into me, almost crushing me with his weight. “Still got that fucking attitude?” he whispered in my ear before catching my lobe with his teeth.
A bite of pain shot through me. “No,” I panted.
“See? All you needed was a good fucking.”
“All I needed was you.”
“You fucking have me. Have had me for longer than you even know.”
What does that even mean?
He kissed me. Harshly. Viciously. His tongue pushed its way past my lips to battle with my own. I moaned into his mouth, and the sound seemed to egg him on, making him move faster. More chaotically.
His cock, long and thick and hard, felt so good it made my pussy pulse and spasm. “I’m going to come,” I all but whined.
“Yeah, you fucking are. Open that pretty mouth of yours,” he demanded, and I was powerless to do anything except follow his command.
He rolled his tongue along his bottom lip and spat right into my mouth. White-hot pleasure exploded throughout my body in an instant. I could do nothing but tremble at the severity of it. I cried out his name, unable to quieten myself.
Lukyan cursed and sped up. “Gonna fill you up so good.” He groaned. “I’m going to be dripping out of you for days.”
Dear God.
With a few more pumps of his hips, Lukyan locked up, holding my hips tightly in place as he unloaded his cum deep into my pussy.
The sound he made—one of pure male satisfaction—sent me to an all-new high.
A level I had never reached before. I could almost swear that sound alone gave me another mini orgasm.
Lukyan collapsed on top of me. The air whooshed out of me. Despite the fact that I was having trouble breathing, I secretly loved the feel of it. It was like one of those heavy, dense anxiety blankets. It was heavenly—
“Hey! What are you doing to my car?!” a male voice yelled out.
Uh-oh.
Lukyan snapped into action far quicker than I did.
His weight disappeared in an instant, and he yanked down my dress to cover me.
He grabbed my hand with his while the other tucked his dick back into his pants, and then he turned, running the opposite way from the very pissed off man coming from the entrance into the alley, dragging me behind him.
“Run!”
“Oh my god!” I giggled. The heels didn’t make it easy. I could walk in heels. Dance in heels. Sometimes even fight in heels. But run? No way.
Lukyan must have realized that because he stopped suddenly. “Jump on my back!”
Yay. A piggy-back ride.
He bent down slightly, and I leaped onto him. I’d barely gotten situated before he took off running again.
“You little fucks!” the man screamed behind us. I glanced over my shoulder to see him throw a beer can at us. “You better hope I don’t catch you!”
Lukyan and I burst out laughing as we disappeared around the corner.
“You can’t be serious,” Lukyan snickered.
“I’m dead serious.”
“You would still love me if I was a worm?”
“Of course! I’d build you a nice home in a pot plant. Make sure you had plenty of water and the dirt was always nice and moist for you. Then, I’d carry you around with me every day so you never got lonely.”
He shook his head, laughing softly. “You are insane.”
“No. I’m thoughtful and caring.” I took a bite of my shrimp taco, an abundance of flavor exploding in my mouth. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?”
“I’m not answering this question.”
“Why not? Are you afraid of worms? Okay, how about a snail? Would you still love me if I was a snail?”
“I’m not answering it because it doesn’t make any sense,” he said, the biggest smile on his face.
“Sure it does! Imagine my consciousness was somehow transported into a snail—”
“How was it transported?”
“I don’t know. An alien did it.”
“Why would an alien transport your consciousness into a snail?”
“For shits and giggles. Obviously.”
Lukyan rolled his eyes. “Oh, right, obviously.” He chuckled, taking a bite of his own taco.