Page 128 of Bratva Butcher

He was still asleep.

My gaze travelled down his muscular, tanned torso, along his rigid six-pack and that clear, distinct V line of his pelvis as I slowly began to approach him. Heat skirted across my skin.

Fuck, the effect he had on me… I didn’t understand it. I’d been around plenty of hot men in my life. None of them turned me into a hot fucking mess. Set my blood on fire like Dimitri did.

I stopped at the side of the bed and just stared at him. He looked almost…peaceful like that.

My fingers curled around the hilt of my knife strapped to my thigh and pulled it free. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, continuing to study him.

Ogle him is more like it.

He was right there, sleeping peacefully with no sense to the danger he was in, completely unprotected. I could slit his throat before he even knew what happened, ending all of my problems with one, clean slice of my knife.

I placed the blade between my teeth to keep my hands free as I climbed up, making sure the sharp edge was pointing outwards. The bed dipped slightly. I kept my movements slow and controlled so there was no risk of waking him. His eyes stayed closed, and there was no change to his breathing to indicate he’d been disturbed in his sleep.

Throwing caution to the wind, I put one leg on either side of his body, straddling him. I held my weight off him using my knees, took the knife out of my mouth and held it to his throat.

I sat there, frozen, unable to move. To take that next step.

Kill him. Do it, a voice said in my head.Kill him, and all your problems die with him. Do it.

The voice was right. All my problemswouldgo away if I just killed him right then and there. So why was I hesitating?

I looked down at the blade pressed against his skin.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

“Are you going to kill me or not,malen’kaya d’yavolitsa?”

My eyes shot up and clashed with Dimitri’s very awake, very alert crystal blue orbs. He made no move to protect himself. To stop me. Just continued to lie there, casual as you please, curiosity streaking across his face.

“I haven’t decided yet,” I answered honestly. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since the moment you entered the room.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Why didn’t you stop me, then?”

His gaze ran over me, slowly, methodically. He shrugged. “Wanted to see what you would do. I like this,” he murmured, plucking the skintight fabric of my leather motorcycle pants. “You ride?”

“Yes.” The overwhelming urge to drop myself on him andride himlike a bitch in heat beat at my skin. “Do you?”

“Haven’t in a long time.” His hands moved, lightly touching both of my knees on either side of his body. It was the barest of touches, and yet, I felt iteverywhere, my core throbbing for something more. “So, what’s it going to be, Autumn? Hmm? Are you going to slit my throat now?”

“If I said yes, what would you do?Hmm, Butcher?”

Something feral flashed in his eyes. “Then, I suppose I would have to stop you.”

“Stop me?” I scoffed. “How do you plan on doing that? I’m the one with the dominant position here—” a gasp flew from my mouth when he suddenly reared up and spun us so our positions were reversed.

He’d done it so fast and so smoothly, it was like I blinked and I was instantly on my back with him pressed firmly between my legs.

My insidesburnt. I could feel him. Every glorious, hard inch of him. It made my pussy throb, desperation filling me. My knife was still somehow at his throat, a faint red line beginning to bloom along his skin.

He stared deep into my eyes as his head tilted quizzically to the side, studying me with every shred of his focus. That overwhelming sexual tension that was always between us burnt with the heat of a thousand suns.

My skin was hot. My mouth felt dry. My heart slammed so hard in my chest that I was sure he could feel it hammering against his own.

“How rude of me. I interrupted you,” he whispered huskily, his gaze locked firmly onto my lips. “You were saying?”

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