“Wait until he leaves and grab him.”
“Are you going to kill him?”
He lifts a brow at me. “Aren’t we a curious little kitten tonight.” Smirking at the frown I give him, he surprises me by actually giving me some details. “We just want to talk with him. He’s a supplier, a much bigger fish than Scott. He could be useful to us.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
He gives me a small nod. “Let’s get out of here.”
I turn to try and weave my way back to the front. The crowd is even bigger than when we first walked through it, and when I hit the edge of the dance floor, I’m sucked in before I can stop it. Within seconds there are several bodies between us. I look back and get a flash of his angry face before I turn myself around and try to force my way through the dancing crowd.
“Excuse me,” I yell, weaving past a grinding couple. I’m just about through the crowd when I stop dead in my tracks. Right in front of me is my ex, dancing with Casey, the girl I’d caught him cheating on me with. They way they’re grinding against one another makes it obvious that they’ve been keeping in very close contact. My face heats up in shame. It doesn’t matter that I’m completely over him and that I no longer have feelings for him. Seeing them together immediately catapults me back to that moment of catching them. All the pain and humiliation crashes into me, freezing me in place.
Derek turns his head and meets my gaze. Before his face morphs into fake guilt, I see the truth in his eyes. He’s happy. He fucking loves that I caught him grinding his dick into her ass. The truth of who he is, of who he’s always been, is like a smack to the face. It takes Casey a few seconds to realize that Derek is no longer digging his dick into the crack of her ass. When she turns her head and I see the vicious smile start to spread across her face, I know I need to get my ass out of there. I’m just about to have an embarrassing panic attack on the dance floor when Volodya is suddenly beside me.
“There you are, baby,” he says, loud enough for Derek and Casey to hear. He cups my face, giving me a look that saysjust go with it.
Derek glares at Volodya while Casey’s mouth drops open in shock. Her eyes run over the man whose fingers are now curled around the back of my neck, and the jealousy I see in them makes me feel a whole lot better about the situation.
Volodya leans down and whispers in my ear, “Let’s see how pissed we can make him.” Then he gives a wicked-sounding chuckle before catching my earlobe between his teeth, pulling a surprised gasp from me.
“Who the fuck are you?” Derek yells.
“Showtime,kiska,” he whispers before standing back up to his full height. “I’m her boyfriend.”
“You’reher boyfriend?” Casey asks, disbelief written all over her face.
Derek takes a step towards me, but before he can even think about touching me, Volodya angles his body in front of me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“She’s my girlfriend,” Derek yells.
“Ex,” I quickly say. “I’m yourex-girlfriend.”
“It’s not over between us, and you know it, Maddie!”
“It’s definitely over, Derek,” Volodya growls.
I used to think Derek was a big guy, but he’s several inches shorter than Volodya and not near as muscular. It’s obvious who the alpha male is here, and it’s not my ex. Derek thinks better of whatever crazy plan he had in mind and takes a step back.
“Wise choice,” Volodya tells him. “Now stay the fuck away from my girl. If I see you anywhere near her again, you’re going to regret it.”
Derek’s fists are clenched, and his face is red with rage, but he doesn’t say anything.
Before we can disappear into the crowd, Volodya says, “I saw your dick pic, by the way.” I expect him to say something insulting, but the deep laugh he gives is far more embarrassing than any snarky comment ever could be. Casey tries to hide her smile and fails. She’s begging Volodya with her eyes to choose her over me, but he’s not even sparing her a look. He keeps his eyes locked on Derek while he pulls me closer and cups the back of my head. “Show him who you belong to,kiska.”
I think about squaring my shoulders and saying I don’t belong to anyone, but if I’m being honest, that thought lasts all of one second. Derek humiliated me and hurt me, and this is my chance to make him feel some of that, but that’s not what makes me fist Volodya’s shirt and pull him closer. I don’t give a fuck about Derek or who he’s sleeping with. I’ve already forgotten all about them. All I care about is the gorgeous man in front of me who’s looking at me like he wants to possess every inch of my body and make it his.
He lifts a dark brow at me, a teasing grin playing at his lips. It’s a challenge, and I’m more than ready to accept it. If he thinks I’m going to give him a chaste kiss and then let him go, he’s in for one hell of a surprise. Bringing my hands up, I grasp the back of his neck and pull him closer. When I run my tongue over his bottom lip and give it a suck, he growls, “Careful,kiska,” just loud enough for me to hear.
I smile right before I part his lips with my tongue and delve inside. The taste of him pulls a groan from deep within me, and all I can think about is getting more. I’m completely lost to the feel of his tongue brushing along mine and the way his big, powerful hands are sliding down my body to cup my ass and pull me tighter against him. He’s hard and pressing against my stomach, and he feels impossibly big. The crowd disappears around us. I don’t even hear the pounding music anymore. Nothing else exists outside of this kiss. My hands slide to his face as he picks me up and squeezes my ass.
From somewhere very far away, I hear what sounds like Derek yelling a “Fuck you!” but I don’t pay it any mind. I’m too busy memorizing every inch of Volodya’s mouth. He gives a deep growl and lets his teeth graze along my bottom lip. I know he’s holding back. I can feel how tense he is. His whole body is humming with the need for more, the need to bite down and break skin. Volodya is a violent man. Everything he does is tinged with violence, and it pisses me off that he’s keeping a part of himself from me. Not when I want it all.
So I bite him instead.
He pulls back, eyes wide with disbelief that I had the nerve to do it, but underneath that is a dark desire that causes a shiver of fear to run down my spine even as my pussy clenches with a need that’s blinding. I know on some deep level that this man will be my undoing, but I’m too far gone to care. A spot of blood blooms on his bottom lip, and when I swipe my tongue over it, he lets out a deep growl and squeezes my ass tight enough to pull a pained moan from me.
