Page 111 of Bratva Butcher

I didn’t.

He didn’t fucking scare me. I couldn’t care less that he was mad.Iwas the one that was mad here.

“What the hell was that?” I hissed, stepping closer.

He threw his hands up and backed away from me like I had the goddamn fucking plague. “I saidleave. What part of that don’t you understand?”

“Oh, I understand it just fine. I justdon’t care.You had no right to do that to me.”

“Do what?” he spat, sounding genuinely confused, and it pissed me off even more.

I took off one of my heels and threw it at his head.

He ducked out of the way. “What the fuck is your problem, woman?!”

“You! You’re my problem!” I yelled, pointing at him. “’Do what?’ ’Do what?’” I mocked, mimicking him right down to that stupid, sexy accent of his. “Youhumiliatedme in a room full of people just now. What the fuck do you mean, ’do what?’”

He frowned. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

My mouth dropped open in outrage. He didn’t. He really didn’t have a fucking clue what I was talking about.

Rage pounded in my veins. I took off my other heel and threw that at him too. He dove to the side, narrowly missing it. But I didn’t stop there. There was a gold-ornate photo frame on the dresser. I threw that. There was a crystal ashtray probably worth $50,000. I threw that too. Anything I could get my hands on, I threw at him and he ducked and dove, trying his best to avoid getting hit with whatever I was hurling at him.

I ripped a lamp from the wall and flung it at him. He somersaulted out of the way, and it smashed into the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces.

He sprung back up to his feet and whipped around to face me. “Stop throwing shit at me!”

“Stop saying stupid shit!” I’d run out of objects to throw, but I had one more thing left. I moved my dress to the side and reached for the holster strapped to my inner thigh, holding my knife.

Dimitri watched me, his eyes flashing. “Don’t fucking do it.”

A sadistic smile spread across my face. “Fuck you.” He was just lucky I wasn’t able to conceal my gun wearing this dress, otherwise I would have fucking shot him by then.

I flipped the blade between my fingers. “That was the last fucking straw, Butcher. I’msickof this hot and cold game you keep playing.”

“I’m not playinganygame!”

“Bullshit! It’sallyou’re doing, and I’ve had enough.”

His face set into hard stone. He stormed towards me, dark, dangerous energy vibrating from him. I didn’t back away. “You think I like this?” he hissed, staring down at me. “You think Ilikethis fucking torment warring inside of me? That Ilikefeeling this way? You drive me absolutely fucking insane!”

“Me?! Are you kidding me?!” I shrieked, aghast. “You’rethe one who kissedmeand then just stormed away! If anyone is driving someone insane, it’s you! What the hell is it that you want?!”

“You!” he snarled, full of anger and fire.

“Then fucking take me!”

His chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths, his jaw clenched so hard that I feared he would shatter his teeth. He stared deep into my eyes and I stared right back into his, refusing to look away. Some internal struggle waged within him. I could see it, and I saw the exact moment he finally beat whatever it was.

“Fuck it.” He grabbed my face with both hands and slammed his lips onto mine. It was like a bomb went off. Weeks and weeks of repressed sexual tension came rushing to the surface between us, igniting the fire.

We kissed, and there was nothing sweet or romantic about it like before. It was all anger and lust. Teeth and ferociousness. I pulled back, punched him in the face, grabbed his head with both hands and yanked him back to kiss him harder. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. In fact, it seemed to turn him on more because he snarled, picking me up and slamming me up against the wall. I moaned into his mouth, dropping my knife to grip onto his shoulders.

He kissed me harder. His hands moved all over my body like he couldn’t get enough of me. Squeezing my breasts. My hips. The insides of my thighs.

The kiss was fucking heavenly. Everything about him—his taste, the feel of him—added to the pleasure and excitement coursing through my veins.

“I need to know how you taste.” And then he dropped to his knees in front of me as if he couldn’t wait another fucking second. He pushed my legs further apart, moved my dress up,hooked his fingers around my thong to push them to the side and closed his mouth over me.

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