Page 62 of Thorns of Lust
I could have laughed, yet there was absolutely nothing funny about it. I was inside her tight pussy, jacking off at the images of her for years now, and she fucking glared at me like I was a speck on her pretty pink pumps.
“And you are?” she asked, her eyes darting between me and my brother. “Aside from twins, which is obvious.”
It was obvious she’d be more worried about me putting a stain on that pump than me.
I stood up to my full height, towering a good head over her. Nobody, and I meant fucking nobody, ever showed less interest in meeting me.
“Illias Konstantin,” I drawled. “You’ll do well to remember your Pakhan’s name.”
A flicker of recognition flashed in her eyes. At least she knew of me, if she didn’t fucking remember me.
Her lips curved, barely. “Well, Mr. Konstantin, I’ll try to remember the name. At least to appease your fragile ego.”
Jesus Christ, this woman!
My lips tugged up, amused. It would seem my little seductress didn’t remember our encounter. I’d be sure to remind her of it. She’d remember my name and my fucking cock in her pussy for the rest of her life.
“Tatiana, Illias and Maxim occasionally make deals with Vasili.” Sasha’s voice was cautious but distracted. His attention was elsewhere. It kept flicking to the entrance where two women whispered urgently back and forth. Maxim spotted them too, and for some dumb reason, he seemed to be fascinated by them.
Kind of like I was fascinated with Tatiana.
“That’s fascinating,” she remarked dryly. Was the magical woman reading my thoughts? Then I noted the undertone of her sarcasm. God, I wanted to spank her. I needed to spank her and teach her a lesson.
But I’d be satisfied with beating the shit out of the fucker who dared talk to my woman like she was a common whore.
I buttoned my jacket and straightened my sleeves, signaling to my brother it was time to go.
“We’ll leave you two. Enjoy your lunch. It’s on the house.”
Maxim left us before I even got to finish my sentence. My twin brother was acting downright stupid lately. Like come-the-fuck-on… was I the most feared and ruthless Pakhan or what? My brother clearly was close to going off the deep end. My future brother-in-law had more interest in my restaurant’s reception area than anyone else at this table.
And my soon-to-be-bride - her attention was elsewhere right along with Sasha’s. Not that I cared about the psycho fucker’s attention. Hers… it was something entirely different.
“You know what,” Sasha muttered. “You’re right, this is a couple's restaurant. Let’s go grab something off the food truck.”
Tatiana snorted. Legit snorted. “Fuck you, Sasha. I’m not eating off the food truck.”
He paid no attention to her, pulled out his wallet and threw a stack of bills on the table.
“Sasha–” she hissed, blue lightning filling her gaze.
“Let’s go, my lady.”
Whatever the fuck that meant, I had no fucking clue but it got his sister glaring at him. Thank fuck! I didn’t think my heart could handle another glare from her.
He tugged her arm and she gave me some flimsy hand wave. “Laters, Pakhan.”
I shook my head. I might have been at my limit today so I shrugged it off. She’d remember me when I made an arrangement with her brother to marry her.
Right now, I’d go and torture the fucker with the filthy mouth. Excellent stress relief.
I found Nikita in the “back room” as instructed. It was more a cellar but who got hung up on formalities here. Fucking nobody. The men that dared to laugh at the crude joke their friend uttered would be taught a lesson. Stand up for the woman in the future. The fucker who dared to say them. Well, things wouldn’t end very well for him.
“Gentlemen, thank you for meeting me,” I drawled in a bored tone. I walked toward them, slowly, like a predator ready to pounce. With each step, their tension and fear grew, fogging the air.
“What is this?” one of them asked, his tone undignified. Of course, it’d be the fucker who dared suggest my angel suck his cock.
I let my rage loose and grinned sadistically.
