Page 60 of Heirs of Havoc

“Fuck Dominik Federov.” Those are the first words out of my mouth and it stops him from strumming.

He looks towards the door. “Rough day?”

“Understatement.” Pacing his room, my arms stick to my sides, my hands in fists. “My dad sent another one of his fucking goons, all charming …”

“Charming, huh?”

“And then Dom had the nerve to expose me in front of the entire fucking class. Like the asshole he is.” Feliks moves towards the door, placing his guitar in its spot. “Why do you guys even care about him? He treats you all like shit, and you still have his back. It’s like you’re afraid of him.”

Feliks saunters by me, closing the door and leaning against it. “I’m not afraid of anyone.”

“So why do you let him boss you around?”

“Told you.” He shrugs. “History. Loyalty.”

“You think I don’t have loyalty?”

“Didn’t say that.”

I let out a bit of a growl, my head to the ceiling. Feliks chuckles, but that only makes me angrier. “This isn’t funny. None of this is.” My eyes land on a black skateboard before picking it up. Fire rolls through me before sending it flying across the room.

Crash!

My hand comes to my mouth when it collides against his guitar. Relief washes over me when nothing breaks and my senses come crashing back. “Feliks, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me."

“Oh, Bunny.” He takes a step forward. “Not as sorry as you’re about to be.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

“You want to work out your stress?”

Feliks stands in front of me and I’m so worked up by Dom I’m only now realizing what he’s wearing.

Not much.

“Work it out on me.” He approaches me in nothing but these tie-dye boxers that make his abs and leg muscles look like a mannequin. Toned, strong and taught. His chest presses against mine and he’s right. Feliks is a hell of a distraction and I need that. I crave that. “Unless you’re too much of a wuss.”

“Watch your words, Ivankov.” And without another, I wrap my arms around him and do what he says. Take it all out on him.

My lips press to his and it’s like eating for the first time in days. Nourishing. His hand comes to my hair in a tight grip, pressing my lips harder into his. In an instant, our kisses become more savage. Rough. Needy. “I should punish you.” Feliks’ sultry words land in my mouth, his tongue flicking against my barbell. “I should discipline you for what you did. Coming in here complaining about Dom and fucking up my shit?” His grip on my head tightens before my back hits the wall. When I bite into his lip, his hand comes to my neck. “Fuck Dom. Mia, right now, you’re fucking mine. Understand?” He backs away, watching my body melt against the door. He tilts his chin towards my shirt, his golden gaze locked on me. “Take that off.”

“And if I don’t?”

He smirks, enjoying when the brat in me comes out to play. “You want to see what happens if you don’t?” He crouches, picking up a stray guitar string. My teeth sink into my lip, my thighs twitching in anticipation. In a quick motion, he spins me against the door, my chest pressed to it before he pulls my shirt off. Cold doesn’t wash over my skin. His body is way too hot to do that. Instead, he presses his warm chest to my back, his growl in my ear. “You want to play? You’ll do as I say.” Pulling my arms behind my back, he wraps the metal cord around my wrists. Tight. I hiss when a sting comes to my skin, but it only adds to the rolling in my stomach. “Stay right the fuck there.” He moves for a second and I don’t dare turn around. Right now, I want Feliks in control and he knows it.

“Open,” he demands, pulling my head back from the door with a grip on my curls. A gasp leaves me when that gag comes to my mouth, the same gag Dom demanded on me. “Don't worry, I'm not him." He reads my mind. "But I don’t want anyone to hear when I fuck you so hard you scream. If I hear a word, it’s over, you get that?” Holy shit, I don’t know where this is coming from, but his words are enough to bring a puddle between my legs. He tightens the gag on my head, lifting my skirt. A sting spreads through one cheek and up my body as he smacks my ass. “Good girl.”

Fuck.

Something hard presses into my ass, his warm length between my cheeks. And before I can brace myself, my hands behind my back, he pushes himself inside me. “Not one word, Bunny.” Relief fills his tone when he settles inside me, an overwhelming warmth in my bones. His shaft throbs against my walls as he thrusts between his words. “Not. One. Word.” He smacks my ass, adding to the pleasure swelling in me. “Bounce, Bunny.” Moving my hips, I do what he says, filling my core with him again and again. “Fuck, Bunny, you do that so good. You're such a good girl, but you're a bad fucking bunny.” His words push me and I’m using whatever aggression Dom left in me on him. My ass smacks against Feliks’ hips and when he pulls my hair, it makes me move faster. Harder. Muffled moans land on the bar in my mouth, but the way my ass smacks against him is loud. It fills the room as much as our sweat and smells do, earthy with the smell of pot swirling around us.

He smacks my ass again and again, my heart pounding in my chest, the walls falling around us. It feels like we’re on the roof again. Hell, we’re in fucking space with the way he moves his hips in swirls. He hits every bit of my insides and when his finger pushes inside my tiny hole, my legs shake. My nails sink into my fists and I fucking crumble.

“Are you coming, Bunny?” Feliks picks up on the way my pussy spasms and clenches on his shaft. “Fuck, you feel so good coming on my cock. You feel fucking perfect.” As my body floats to another planet, Feliks pulls out before warm splats of him land on me, coating my ass. His hand slams against my head like he’s doing his best to keep standing, drool falling from my gag.

He wipes my ass with something before removing the gag. His finger trails my cheek, my body shivering with warm, fuzzy aftershocks. Then he pulls my head back, kissing me with a deep kiss that makes me feel like this is more than a fuck. Or I’m heavy in the afterglow.

We collapse to the ground, Feliks loosening his guitar string from my wrist.

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