Page 12 of Blood, Bones, and the Bratva Bogeyman
A snarl curls my lip as I watch them with clenched fists. Darkness swirls in the air around me as my rage builds. People eye me warily and keep a wide berth.
“Death is in your eyes, brat,” Misha points out from my side in our native language.
“It is fitting for the man who dared place his lips on what is mine, no?”
“I would expect no less.”
How dare Cressida continue with her little toy as if she were not engaged? I have killed men for less disrespect. Kingston assured me she knows of our ways. That she knew what her role was in this life. Yet here she is in public with another man as if she is free to do so.
The enhancement to my vision allows me to see through the darkness and flashing of lights to the way she has her head backagainst him. I see the enjoyment on her face and the hunger on his. Then his lips drop to her neck, and the rage explodes out of me.
People stagger when the force of it hits them.
Anyone else would not easily hear Cressida’s cry of surprise, but the zap hits me in the same place that he kissed her. The soon-to-be dead man rubs at his mouth furiously, as if he also felt the same thing.
I let out a delighted laugh when I realize that our flash bond was not pleased.
You are all mine, little fox.
As much as I want to fight the pull I feel toward this woman, there’s something delicious as fuck about having her all to myself.
My smile grows bigger when it registers with her that I’m here. So many emotions cross her face before settling on that rebellious one I’m coming to adore.
She pulls away from him, her eyes searching frantically through the club.
I move from the shadows and wait for her to find me.
When our eyes clash together, fire arcs between us, and a jolt hits my heart.
Fuck, I will never get used to the sensations that rush through me when our gazes meet.
Cressida narrows her eyes, and then she proves, once again, that she’s not afraid of me. She lifts her hand and slowly extends her middle finger in the air.
I toss my head back as laughter bursts from me.
“Remarkable,” Misha says.
When I turn his way, he’s watching me with curious eyes. “What?”
“I can’t recall the last time you were so carefree in your laughter.”
“She is a delight, is she not? No man would be brave enough to stare the Bogeyman in the eyes and tell them fuck you.”
“It is either brave or stupid. I have not decided which yet,” he replies.
Cressida turns from me to face her friends, and I finally make my way to her.
“Dane, there’s something we need to talk about,” she tells him.
“Yes,Lisichka, tell him how he is too stupid to live, considering he touched what does not belong to him,” I purr as I settle in at her back.
Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her into me and aim a sharp smile over her head at Dane. “Your head would look good on my mantle. Visitors can view it every day and know what happens when someone touches something of mine.”
Dane’s face loses color at the same time Cressida brings her elbow back into my stomach.
With a soft laugh, I lean my mouth down to her ear. “Keep going, wife. I like it rough.”
“Bloody wankstain,” she mutters.
