Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
M y fingers clenched around the small piece of fabric in my pocket, my body shaking from how much effort it was taking for me not to turn around and finish what Drea and I started. To take her how I wanted to take her. Fuck her against the wall. On the floor. Bent over my desk.
I wanted it all, and that was dangerous.
I could still taste her on my lips, on my tongue. Could still feel her smooth skin beneath my fingers. Still feel the warmth of her pussy grinding against me.
Fuck, she was glorious.
The way she just let go. The freedom she had. She wasn’t afraid to be herself. To chase her pleasure. To tell me what she wanted, what she needed to get herself there.
I was completely blown away by her. In awe of her. I’d never had any trouble resisting women before. Being the future Pakhan of the Bratva came with certain perks. Women literally throwing themselves at you was one of them.
But with Drea, I honestly thought I was going to die if I didn’t get my hands on her. Those sweet little sounds she made, how she breathed my name with pleasure, fuelled my obsession for her to the point that I did something I’d never done before.
Stolen her underwear.
It was something perverts did. I was a lot of things; murderer, monster, sexual deviant. But pervert?
No.
I didn’t take her underwear to do weird and twisted things with it. I took it because…well…I wanted to keep something of hers with me. That’s it.
See? Not so bad, right?
I groaned, running a hand down my face. I was losing it. Absolutely, fucking losing it. The thing was, though, even though I knew what—or more who —was responsible for my impending insanity, I knew I wasn’t going to stop.
It was too late. My need for her had progressed too far.
Drea was like a violent thunderstorm; wild, chaotic, untameable. The destructive beauty she could cause was impossible to look away from. If you found yourself in her path, she could rip you apart with that fiery spirit and quick wit.
I wanted to be the one to tame the untamable. To bring her to her knees, knowing I was the only man she submitted to.
Lukyan’s voice snapped me out of my head, making me realise I’d come up from the pit on total autopilot.
He still hadn’t moved from his position on the boxing ring, but the playful expression that was dancing all over his face when Drea and I walked past was gone, replaced with agitation that was aimed directly at Mila.
I had no idea what she was doing here, or how she’d gotten through the main gate without authorisation. I hadn’t spoken to her since the last time we fucked. Which, if I’m being honest, was less than memorable. She texted a few times since then but I never responded.
I had nothing to say, and I wasn’t interested in listening to anything she had to say either.
As I crossed the main floor, heading towards Lukyan, Mila took a step in my direction. I glared, letting my frustration over her just showing up here blaze in my eyes.
Mila blanched, her confidence plummeting. She took a step back.
“Now I see why you didn’t want any help interrogating the Zeta woman,” Lukyan chuckled, jumping down from the ring. He sauntered over to me. “Though I’ll admit, I’m a little jealous. I could have sworn I called dibs.”
“Shut up, Lukyan.” I flicked my head towards Mila. “When did she get here?”
“Like ten minutes ago. Just strolled on up and knocked on the front door, looking for you.”
“How did she get through the main gate without prior approval?” There were strict rules in place when it came to people stepping foot on the property.
Father was meticulous with his rules. No one was supposed to be able to gain entry without one of us approving it first. If the guards hadn’t been told beforehand, they were meant to call ahead and check before letting anyone pass.
Someone had royally fucked up and as soon as I found out who it was, they were going to be punished.
“Ethan said she did have approval?”
I frowned. “By who? You?”
Lukyan reared back in shock. “As if I would ever approve that devil woman stepping foot on the property.”
I rolled my eyes. He was such a damn drama queen sometimes. “Then who?”
It couldn’t have been Nik. He didn’t like her anymore then Lukyan did. And I highly doubted my father even knew who she was.
“I don’t know. Call down to the main gate and ask them if you wanna know. I’m not a damn mind reader.”
“No, you’re just a pain in my ass,” I exhaled. “Get out of here. I’ll deal with it.”
He gave a two-finger salute in a farewell gesture before spinning on his heels and walking out.
I turned my attention to Mila. She still stood near the entrance. There was a hesitant look on her face. Like she was worried about what I’d do, what I was going to say—but there was also anger simmering in her eyes too.
She was pissed about something. Likely watching Drea and I leave the showers together.
“Who was that woman, Alek?” she asked, staring me down.
Yep, just like I thought.
I ignored her question. “What are you doing here, Mila?”
“You didn’t answer any of my texts.”
“So you just decided to show up here unannounced?”
“I was worried about you. Who was she?” Mila demanded again, her anger climbing.
“Who she is, is irrelevant.”
“Bullshit!” she hissed. “Did you fuck her?”
I narrowed my eyes, her attitude annoying me. “We’re not exclusive, Mila. Whether I fucked her or not is none of your concern.”
“It most certainly is! How would you feel if you saw me with another man?”
“I wouldn’t care in the slightest.” I answered honestly, because I wouldn’t.
What Mila did—or more specifically, who Mila did—was of no concern to me.
Hurt flashed across her face. “How can you say that? We’ve been sleeping together for years.
I frowned. “And?”
“A-and?” she stuttered in outrage. “And?!” she shrieked, marching towards me, her heels clicking along the concrete floor with every step she took. “We’ve been seeing each other for six years. Six years . You can try to deny it, but I know you care about me. I know—”
“Care about you?” I scoffed. “Let’s get something straight here.
I do not care about you. You’re a warm body for me to stick my cock into.
That’s it. If you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re something more, that’s on you.
Now, let’s not waste time pretending you care for me either.
We both know all you care about is that I’m the future Pakhan .
If it had been Nikolai or Lukyan, you would have attached yourself to them instead of me. ”
Her mouth dropped open in shock.
“It astounds me that after all these years, you still don’t know your place.
That you have the audacity to show up here, unannounced , like you have every right to be here.
” I stepped into her space, gripping her throat.
There was nothing sexual about it, even though I’d pulled this move on her a dozen times in the past right before we fucked.
It was threatening. Full of anger and frustration.
Mila choked, gasping for air. Her hand clawed at mine, nails digging into my skin.
“I suspect your father was the one who told Ethan you had authorisation to enter through the gates, and that will be dealt with in due time. Right now, I’m dealing with you .
” I lifted her in the air by her throat.
Her feet kicked uselessly as she fought for breath.
“The next time you pull a stunt like this, you’re going to see a whole different side of me.
One reserved only for my enemies.” I dropped the mask I kept in place, letting the darkness deep inside me run free.
My voice fell to a deeply menacing tone. “Do you understand me?”
Tears welled in her eyes, her face turning red and drenched in fear.
She nodded frantically, gasping for air.
She was a heartbeat away from passing out.
Or dying. I wasn’t sure which and I honestly didn’t care.
I was tempted to see what would come first, but instead I dropped her.
She crashed to the floor, landing in a heap at my feet.
She coughed, sucking air into her lungs in one huge breath. Terror-filled eyes looked up at me.
“I suggest you get out of my face before I decide to punish you instead. And it won’t be a punishment you’ll enjoy.”
Mila picked herself up with shaky limbs. She rubbed at her red, sore throat, whimpering as she attempted to swallow before she sprinted out the door without a look back.
I turned off the lights and the warehouse plunged into darkness. I walked out, shutting the door and locking it behind me. Lukyan leaned casually against the warehouse, legs crossed at the ankles.
“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to go.” I headed towards the house and Lukyan followed.
“The opportunity to watch Mila run away crying was just too tempting to pass up.”
I shook my head. Of course it was. Lukyan loved to watch others suffer—especially if he disliked them.
“So when do I get a turn interrogating the Zeta woman?”
I froze, my back stiffening. I turned to face him. “What?”
Lukyan smirked. “What? You don’t wanna share?” he winked.
Images of the two of them raced through my mind and my anger soared.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Remember what I said about breaking fingers?” I glared, continuing towards the house.
That stupid smirk stayed plastered on his face. He practically skipped at my side, giddy and full of that childish cheekiness I hated so much. “God, I love this. Wait until Nikolai finds out.”
I whirled on him, gripping him roughly by the arms. “No,” I growled.
“Ow, ease up. You’re hurting me,” Lukyan whined.
“You keep your mouth shut, you hear me? Not one fucking word. To anyone. You saw nothing. You know nothing.”
“You know nothing, Jon Snow,” he said in a feminine voice, quoting a line from Game of Thrones .