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I take in a low gasp and smile, which turns Luka’s gaze that way as well. I wait for the happiness to enter his expression as the two men approach the last row of chairs and sit. But it doesn’t come. Instead, his eyes narrow.
The mystery man is soon identified as those seated turn in their chairs to peek. Low murmurs catch my ears, Nikita’s name reaching me.
So this is the infamous Nikita.
He sits beside Arseni at the end of the row with a clear shot of me, his cane leaned against him. He looks too young to need a cane, though it could just be the lighting making me think that. Still, I assumed Vitaly’s uncle would look decrepit with the way he’s talked about.
I fix my gaze on Luka and clear my throat to get his eyes back on me. We repeat different versions of words we’ve already said and pretend, for his mother’s sake, that this is the first time.
When the minister pronounces us, and Luka kisses me, it isn’t the first time for that either. Cheers erupt as he dips me, his lips melded against mine, and I smile so big that a laugh rumbles along with it.
This isn’t the first kiss, and it certainly won’t be our last.
In fact, we’re just getting started.
Thankyou so much for your interest inLuka!I hope you’ve enjoyed his and Lucia’s story as well as the introduction to my favorite bromance! I had no idea what fun I would have with Luka and Arseni during the plotting stage, but I wasn’t halfway finished when I knew Arseni’s book would have to be next.
ARSENI’s book features himself as the hero and his former foster mother, Margot, as the heroine. He was mean to Lucia, I know. I wish I could say he was nicer to Margot, but after a lifetime of abandonment, Luka’s betrayal has pushed him over the edge. When he stumbles across a foster mother who kicked him to the curb long ago, he decides to get revenge.
And he does. Ohhhh he does. But honestly… She kind of loves it.
TROPES/TRIGGERS:
Captor/captive, N0n-c0n, She’s Older Age-gap, Mafia Romance, He Has Competition, Predatory Behavior/Fantasies, Graphic violence and gore, Abuse
TEASER:
“Arseni, stop,please. I don’t want this.”
His fingers weave through my hair to yank me upright. He pulls my back against his chest while his cock grinds inside of me.
“I want you to listen carefully, Margot. Try to pay attention.” I close my eyes as he pinches my nipple. He lets go of my hair to wrap his arm around my throat, pinning me to him. When hespeaks next, he does so with such a lack of compassion that I wince at his tone.
“I do not give afuckwhat you want. This cunt…” His hand burns its way down until it’s between my legs. He spreads my hood to tap his finger directly against my clit. I arch my hips, trying to get away but just increase the pressure. “This cunt ismine. From this moment forward, every time your striped-suit-wearing pussy of a boyfriend touches you, you’re gonna think of me. Every time you close your eyes in this bed, you’re going to wonder if I’ll wake you up with my finger inside you.” His teeth graze my ear, sending a shiver across my neck. My shoulders bunch in response.
“One day you might forget about me, but just know… That’s the day I’ll be back.”
