Page 80 of Bratva Bride

Groaning, I ran my hand down my face. “Can we just drop it? I mean this is a fucking stupid topic to talk about.”

“If you want, we can talk about you going off on the hunt later tonight instead?”

“I’d rather not, to be honest. What about your cousin? Dominik's daughter? What's the story there?"

To be honest, I couldn't give a rat’s ass about that slutty cousin of hers, but the subject change seemed to have distracted her from the argument we were having.

Anger flashed in her blue eyes. She scowled, her face scrunching up in displeasure. "I don't want to talk about her."

"Aw, come on. I bet you're just dying to bitch about her."

She shook her head, her ponytail swaying in the air around her. "Nuh-uh. I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work."

"And, what is it that I'm trying to do?" I asked innocently.

She slapped me playfully on the chest, her smile lighting up the room. "Distract me. And like I said, it won't work. I grew up with three brothers. I've seen all the tricks."

I smirked. She hadn’t seenmytricks.

I slowly ran my fingers down her arm, enjoying the goose bumps that arose from my touch. She took a sharp intake of breath, her eyes blazing with fire and lust. Any thought of Gabriella vanished from her mind as I slowly trailed my hand lower, skimming across her stomach and stopping just above the waistband of her pants.

I watched her closely and all I saw on her face was a burning need. I dipped my hand down the front of her pants and the first thing I felt was lace.

I groaned, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head. "Do you have any idea how long I've been dying to touch you like this?" I whispered seductively, pulling her body closer.

She moaned, her head falling back as I cocooned her in a tight embrace.

"So fucking long. Since that first moment I laid eyes on you," I breathed into the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "And now...now I’m going to fucking have you-"

Knock, Knock

"Apologies, Miss Illayana. Master Lukyan has sent for you," a soft, feminine voice said from the other side of the door.

I growled in frustration, my forehead burying into her shoulder. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," I growled.

She chuckled and ran her fingers through my hair soothingly, that one act causing shivers to run down my spine. I was a sucker for head scratches.

"Let me see what she has to say, otherwise Lukyan could come himself."

Oh, fuck no.

I gave her a little tap on the butt as she stood and made her way to the door.

"Hurry."

She tossed a seductive look over her shoulder, biting her lower lip and winking at me. It wasn't helping the massive hard on I was sporting right now. I quickly grabbed a pillow from her bed and used it to cover myself just as the door opened.

The tiny woman on the other side kept her head down and hands clasped behind her back. "Apologies for disturbing you, Miss Illayana. Master Lukyan sent me. He requests your presence at the warehouse."

“No, thanks!” I yelled from my position on the floor. “Tell him she’s busy.”

The woman’s head rose slightly, her brown eyes flicking to me, then Illayana. “Miss?”

“What does he want?” she asked, her head tilting to the side.

No way. This kid was going to cockblock me and he wasn’t even in the fucking room.

“I’m not sure, Miss Illayana. He was sparring with a Cosa Nostra man when he asked.”

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