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“Don’t you dare lie to me and tell me you don’t love this,” he growls. “You love being my little toy and you know it. Your body screams for my mouth and my hands. You’re dripping for me.”

He slides his fingers inside of me, then leans forward to tease me with his tongue and teeth. I clamp my legs around his head, begging and pleading for the release that only he can provide.

And then, just as I’m about to see stars, he stops and rises up on his knees.

“Don’t mistake this for something it’s not. Your father is the reason why you’re here. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

“Liar, I rasp, my heart thrashing in my chest. “You say these things but you don’t mean them. Stop trying to convince yourself that you don’t care when we both know you do.”

“Shut up.” His lips almost graze mine, the fire in his heated gaze scorching my tingling skin.

“I will not. And if you can’t say the words, then show me how you really feel. Make me feel it too, Luka.”

He dips his head closer, caught in the same blissful trance I am. Then he stops, his eyes icing over. He slides away from me until he’s seated on the edge of the bed. I flip over and watch him hunch over with his head in one hand and a white envelope in the other.

“I won’t,” he mutters. “I can’t.”

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★★★★★“Luka is deliciously vicious in his dealings with his enemies, and is exactly what we want from a loyal enforcer for his family. I enjoyed the connection between Natasha and Luka, and his over-the-top addiction to her. I love her spirit and chemistry with Luka, in spite of her situation. They are soo unbelievably hot together, I'm surprised my fingertips weren't burning!!”

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I stand over her still body in the darkness, a rush of anger flooding my insides.
One long, lean leg peeks out from the sheets, deep red-lacquered toenails glinting in the sliver of moonlight streaming through the curtains that billow in the balmy night air. A thick white comforter buries the other leg so that it’s nothing but hidden curves.
Her face is obstructed by shadows, a single white earbud visible through the tangled strands of wavy blonde hair.
A laptop sits to her left, some animated Netflix movie filling the screen.
But Natasha Resnov never once stirs.
She didn’t hear me come into her bedroom.
She doesn’t know I’ve just invaded her parents’ home.
And she definitely doesn’t know what’s about to happen next…how her life is about to be stolen the way mine was five years ago.
Ire shoots through my limbs like lightning, electrifying every cell in its path. My muscles tense as the curves of her body slither over the mattress, obviously in mid-dream.
She’s about to awaken to a nightmare, the likes of which I guarantee she’s never once imagined.
I hate her.
It’s illogical, of course, because what happened five years earlier had nothing to do with her and everything to do with her bastard father.
But my rage knows no bounds. My fury doesn’t discriminate.
The entire Resnov family is a target.
And Natasha is the perfect person to make my point.
Four words loop through my tormented mind.
I could kill her.
My jaw tightens, fingertips tingling with the urge to ignore my twin brother Dima’s orders and close my hands tightly around her slender neck. Strangling her would bring her to life with a threat of torment, and then it would snuff her out just as quickly and painfully.
She flings her arms overhead, flipping over as a low moan escapes her perfect pink lips. The earbud slips out of her ear. I watch her settle back into her dream-like state after a few seconds pass.
I could take my revenge right now and walk away, disappearing into the night after destroying something so precious to a man who has become my mortal enemy.
Fuck my brother and his plans.
This isn’t about him and what he has to gain as underboss to my father.
This is about me and what I lost.
The sea breeze whispers through the sheer curtains, rustling the leaves of the trees outside of the large bay window. Waves crash against the shore down below, the dark caps turbulent.
It’s a harbinger of what’s to come.
A sign of impending doom.
And the calm before the devastating storm.
I hold out my hand, hovering it over her throat as another mewl slips from her puckered lips.
A clicking sound outside her door startles me from cataloguing the long list of sexual torture devices I’d love to use on her…before she ever makes it into Dima’s bed. I freeze, barely allowing a breath to escape me, and I dart my gaze to the closed bedroom door. Fuck. Her mother? Father? I don't want to have to kill someone else tonight, but nobody can stand in the way of my mission.
After a moment, a fresh silence falls over the hall.
False alarm.
Another little moan turns my attention back to Natasha. I hate myself for wondering what dreamworld she’s slipped into and what she’s doing to elicit those sensual sounds. But more than that, I despise the hunger that swirls in my gut when I look at her gorgeous face. Because for as much as I try to convince myself that I hate this girl, only I know the truth. The temptation to hurl my fist through the wall above her headboard in frustration grabs hold of me.
Yes, I want retribution. I deserve it, for fuck’s sake. But I don’t like exacting it at my brother’s command, which is exactly what tonight is all about.
First, he let me take the fall for the setup that landed me in prison, and then he left me to rot in gen pop. Now, tonight, he sent me here to do his dirty work because he didn’t want to risk his own ass. Again.
And I fucking agreed. But only because we both ultimately want the same thing: revenge. There’s no one better for this job. He knows as well as I do that no amount of security stands a chance against me.
A fact I’m about to prove right now.
I slide my fingers around Natasha’s neck and squeeze.
Her eyes fly open. Clear green irises flicker with panic and confusion, the emotions making both orbs glow in the dim light. Her expression of horror eclipses the sensual look of contentment that had adorned her face only a few seconds earlier…just before I unceremoniously yanked her from her blissful dream state. She opens her mouth in a scream, but before the sound shatters the still air, I squeeze her throat harder with both hands, cutting off her windpipe and voice in a split second.
She claws at my fingers, floundering around on the bed like a fish gasping for water.
“Don’t fight,” I say. “You won’t win.”
Sharp gasps expel from her nose as she struggles against my hold. I move one hand from her throat to her hair, fisting it and yanking it hard.
Tears spring to her eyes. The straps of her flimsy tank top slip off her shoulders in the struggle, exposing the peak of one perfect breast, and my gaze drops to the dark pink nipple skimming the neckline of her top.
As of now, her life will be a perpetual nightmare of terror and torment. I let go of her and grab my gun from the waistband of my pants. Then I press my knee into her sternum, pinning her to the mattress as I graze the center of her forehead with the barrel of my gun. Natasha’s whole body trembles, shudders rippling through her when I force her gaze to meet mine.
Her lips part the slightest bit, and I slide the barrel of the gun against her temple. “If you scream, I will kill your whole family.”
“What do you want?” she whispers through chattering teeth. “M-money? I have—”
“You can’t give me what I want, Natasha. Money won’t get back everything I’ve lost. No, the debt your father racked up is too steep for money to pay off.” I remove my knee from her sternum, fist her top, and yank her up from the mattress. Her fingernails lance my flesh as I draw her closer to me.
I don’t feel the sting of her nails slicing through my skin.
I only feel one thing: rage.
Rage fuels my bloodlust and quenches my thirst for the revenge I knew would eventually come.
The instructions my brother barked at me hours earlier fade to white noise in the deep dark recesses of my tortured mind.
“I don’t want your money, Natasha. I only want you.”