“Willow tree! How’s my girl?” He sends me his winning signature grin.
“Watch it Lev.” Dragna all but growls at him. Lev raises his arms to rest them above his head on the netting of the cage, bursting with laughter and I can’t help but laugh with him as I playfully slap Dragna’s chest.
“He’s just teasing you.” I say while trying to hide my smile, because why did him being so protective, even with Lev, send a rush to my core.
“You know you own him, right?” Lev says while trying to compose himself. He’s dripping with sweat, he looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands and suddenly I’m thinking what Dragna would look like inside the cage all hot and sweaty. And why is the thought of Dragna being able to take on anyone giving me full body tingles?
“He’d end any of us for even looking at you too long.” Lev says, continuing to poke the bear.
“Yeah I would, so back the fuck off.” Dragna says a little less threatening this time but still with a hardness in his tone while putting an arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. Lev just looks between us both and winks at me before walking away.
“Looks like he’s okay now after the breakup.” I say matter of factly, good for him. Alina seems to be taking it better now too. She’s already talking about some guy who left his number for her in work the other day.
“Hmm, Lev might seem like a playful fucking idiot on the outside but it’s a deflection tactic. I don’t think he’ll ever get over her if I’m being honest. His mind can be a dark place.”
I mull over Dragna’s words and look back at Lev. He takes a drink from a water bottle before tossing it aside and then just stands with his hands on his hips, breathing beginning to slow down, his head lowered between his shoulders, ignoring all the other madness going on around him. He looks a little lost, or it could just be the adrenaline from sparring calming down but either way I feel like I’ve just got a rare glimpse of another side of him that I didn’t know existed.
I wonder if Ali knew he wasn’t all fun all the time as Dragna suggests. Alina has her own demons too, and now I wonder if that’s why they hit it off so well. The darkness in each of them just called out to the other.
“So, you’ll need some new things to wear for your girls weekend I’m guessing?” Dragna asks bringing me back to reality. He takes my hand and leads me out a door to a set of stairs.
“Yeah, we’ll probably go shopping tomorrow. Knowing Alina and probably how excited she is about this, she’ll not want to wait.”
“Take my card. Buy whatever you both want and don’t say no.” He says raising a finger to shush me because he knew I was about to scold him.
“Just accept that I’m here now Willow, you’ll pay for nothing for yourself as long as you let me remain in your life.” He says and I stop us at the top of the stairs and slowly slide my arms around his waist.
“I told my mom.”
I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. He always smells absolutely amazing and I don’t think I will ever get enough of him. He cups my face in his hands forcing me to look at him.
“Yeah? What did she say?”
“A little shocked at your age at first, but inevitably she just wants me to be happy. She told me I deserve to be treated the way you treat me.”
“And you domoya dusha.” He whispers as he leans down and captures my lips in a demanding kiss. I moan into his mouth as he nips my bottom lip and one of his hands toys with the waistband of my jogging bottoms. His fingers delicately trace circles just above my underwear and I lean into his touch as he backs me against a wall.
How we have managed to go this long without sleeping with each other I do not know. Every kiss now is heated, every touch feels like I’m being branded with a hot iron, but he never takes it any further as if he’s waiting for me to give him the go-ahead. Which, up until now, I’ve been happy with going slow. But this moment in time, after a build up of teasing, so many touches shared and all the kindness he’s shown me, I am desperate for him. Feeling empty in a place in my body like I’ve never felt before.
“Please.” I whisper against his lips.
“Please what Willow?” He replies in between kisses.
“Touch me. I need you to touch me.” I grab his wrist and bring his hand further down until he cups me over my underwear.
“Blyat’, how long have you been like this for?” He pants, chest heaving against my own.
“Like what?” I ask innocently like I don’t know what he’s talking about.
“Like this.” He growls, pressing a finger to my entrance through the fabric.
“Fucking soaking for me.”
Oh god. His mouth, his words, his touch. He presses in further and I buck against his hand and let out a moan far tooloud for the fact only a set of doors separate us from the main floor of the club where there’s staff prepping for opening tonight.
He pushes further again and the feeling of his finger and the friction of the material of my underwear sends me into a frenzy.
His slow movements are seductive, like he’s a master of teasing and getting enjoyment out of having me at his mercy. I moan again and his other hands snakes up my side. He brushes over my breast with his knuckles and I hiss at the contact. He smirks against my mouth before bringing his hand up to my throat, the other one pushing inside more and just as I’m about to moan again, his hands clamps down over my mouth. My eyes flare wide, my breathing hitches and he looks into my eyes searching for consent that what he’s doing is okay.
