Page 109 of Bratva Bride

Lukyan stood in the doorway, one hand wrapped around the dude’s arm, waiting for me. The other men had been taken away but the guy who spoke, the only one who had the nerve to, stared at me with pleading eyes.

“Why are the Los Zetas taking orders from Nero?”

The man glanced away, licking his lips nervously. “I can’t tell you.”

“You realise this is your only chance to save yourself? My father’s not going to give you another chance to tell your story. This is it. I’d take advantage of it.”

He sighed. “He has something that belongs to us.”

“What?”

His lips slammed shut and he shook his head. The message was clear. He wasn’t going to say anything more.

“Take him away,” my father ordered, and Lukyan obeyed.

I blew out a breath, mentally and physically exhausted. I was definitely ready to get the hell out of here.

“Put me down!¡Hijo de puta! ¡Te mataré!”You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!A feminine voice screeched in Spanish.

I frowned and walked further into the house. Marching towards me, Aleksandr had a petite dark-haired woman flung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, kicking and screaming as she beat her fists against his back, cursing him in Spanish.

My brows shot up in surprise.

“Glad to see you, brat,” Aleksandr grunted, moving past me and out the front door.

I pointed after him. “Uh, who is that?”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Illayana De Luca

“Arturo, please,” I whined, begging for mercy.

For the better part of an hour he’d been teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm before taking it away. He was punishing me for leaving the house, for disobeying him. Torturing me with pleasure and then taking it away. Controlling everything, only letting me feel what he wanted me to feel. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced. And he was doing it all without laying a single finger on me.

My hands were bound to the headboard, my legs spread wide open and shackled to the bed posts. Shivers racked my naked body. Goosebumps pebbled my skin. Heat coursed through my veins and I literally cried when Arturo shut off the vibrator before I could come…again.

“No!” I thrashed wildly, desperate to get free.

Arturo sat comfortably in a chair in the corner of the room wearing nothing but his black slacks, his tattooed, muscular chest on full display. In his hands was the remote for the vibrator.

“Have you learnt your lesson yet?” His voice was rough, thick with want and arousal, his taunting words making me even more angry.

“Argh! You’re a fucking bastard!”

“Guess not.” He flicked the vibrator to full power and I cried out, my back bowing. He turned it off a moment later and I slumped back onto the bed, panting hard.

“Okay, okay, okay. I’ve learnt my lesson.”

He stood gracefully, his long limber body unfolding from the chair and walked to the end of the bed, staring down at me. “Well? What was the lesson,kotenok?”

I breathed hard, my chest rising and falling. “To listen when you tell me to do something.”

Even he knew I wouldn’t really do that. I had a fiery spirit, a free mind. I did what I wanted when I wanted to do it and he knew that. It was what he liked most about me. He was used to getting his way all the time and I was the only one who challenged him. But in the bedroom? Yeah, I could definitely listen there.

His entrancing blue-green eyes roved over every inch of my body, the path his gaze travelled searing my skin. “You’ve got no idea what seeing you tied up like this, completely at my mercy, does to a man like me.”

I squirmed, wriggling my hips to try and entice him to touch me. “Arturo, please, stop teasing me. I can’t take it anymore.”

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