Page 108 of Bratva Menace

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.