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I saw the way he crumbled bit by bit whenever his family didn’t believe in him. Saw how much it hurt that they didn’t have faith in him. Didn’t see him and all his potential. I saw him.
We were soulmates. And we would be together. Or die together.
She’s watching me.
I was yet to meet anyone who matched my crazy, but that woman…My stalker… Oh, she matched it to a tee, and it was fucking exhilarating.
I had a persistent personality—absolutely no qualms about badgering the shit out of someone until I got the information I wanted.
My heart hurt, and I couldn’t stop tears from building behind my eyes. I knew my humor was a lot to handle. That I was a lot to handle. But never in my wildest dreams did I ever think my father would snap like that.
I slapped myself across the face. The slight sting of pain knocked me out of my panicked daze. Autumn blinked. “The fuck was that?” “Factory reset.”
“Are you afraid she’ll kidnap me?” I joked. “Yes,” he responded with a straight face.
Still, the idea was…tantalizing. I walked back toward the exit with a smirk dancing on my lips. “If she did, I’m pretty sure I would like it.” “That’s what we’re afraid of!” someone yelled as I bolted from the kitchen.
No one hurt my Lukyan and lived to talk about it.
On top of being an adrenaline junkie, I also had poor impulse control.
“You’ve captured my attention again, moya malen’kaya ten’, my little shadow. I can’t wait to see what else you’ll do.”
“Let’s dance, motherfucker.”
“Go to fucking sleep, you cockroach.” I growled.
He cut me a scathing look—one filled with the promise of violence and retribution for his current circumstance. He was still salty about that kick to the balls.
She was goddamn certifiable…and I fucking loved it. Her brand of crazy and impulsiveness should have been a giant red flag. It wasn’t. It turned me on. Surprise, surprise, right?
“No,” I said strongly. Confidently. “This is my chance, Illayana.” She frowned. “Chance for what?” “To prove I’m not the idiot you all think I am.”
“I want more. More, Lukyan. Be your one hundred percent, crazy, carefree self, moy syn. Chem bezumneye, tem luchshe.” My son. The crazier, the better, in fact.
I pretended to clean out my ear, making a squeak, squeak sound. “Did you just speak English? In your own home?”
The whole event might not have been something I’d have chosen for myself, but I was going to make damn sure I looked good doing it.
“Hi, my love.” Oh, fuck. I blacked out.
Everything. Had. To. Be. Perfect.
Stalking was kinda fun. Watching someone who had no idea they were being watched? It made me feel powerful. Untouchable.
Step one: Stalk and find out everything I can about Lukyan Volkov. Step two: Trick him into marrying me. Step three: Cut out his tracker. Step Four: Make him fall in love with me.
“Oh. You’re like, insane insane.” “I prefer the term mentally spicy,”
“Call it what you want. Crazy is crazy.”
If I was being honest, the Bratva Butcher had done me a favor when he killed them. I hated my parents.
“Before we go, you’ll have to put this on.” She pulled something out of a sleek black purse. In her hands was a collar—thick, made of beautiful, dark, padded leather.
“I have a feeling you’re going to be begging me to wear my collar very soon, my love.”
Jesus Chirst. She was goddamn fucking crazy. And if my rock-hard cock was anything to go by, I liked it a little too much.
Murder turned me on. Fucking sue me.
“Put the knife down and get on your knees,” I said, authority dripping from my voice. He stiffened. “What?” “You heard me.”
And I knew that, deep down, beneath that golden retriever energy, he was just dying to be dominated. And I was dying to be the one to do it.
I think Looney Tunes really loves him.
A healthy relationship required safe and honest communication. At least, that was what my therapist was always blubbering on about. “I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck you.”
“Fuck no!” he burst out, looking down at me. “Please don’t stop, Huntress. Please. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Just please, don’t stop touching me.”
There was just something about having a big, strong, powerful man at my fingertips, completely at my mercy, that just did something to me.
“I wasn’t sleuthing. I was observing.” “You were stalking.” “God forbid a woman has a hobby.”
Oh fucking well. I liked doing shit I wasn’t supposed to.
It was a collar and a leash.
Man, being submissive is awesome.
“I’m never letting you go.” I turned my head to kiss her palm. What scared me the most was that I didn’t want her to.
I fucking love head scratches.
We weren’t going to be a crazy stalker woman or a Bratva prince. We were just going to be Lyla and Lukyan.
I hated women like that. I was a girl’s girl, through and through. If a man was taken, he was fucking taken.
Lukyan was a submissive man in the bedroom, and that was all. He was dominant in every other aspect of his life,
“A little advice, honey.” Oh, you did not just fucking honey me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking crazy, and it’s such a goddamn turn on.”
“All neurotic and crazy and possessive.”
“Do I need to fuck this attitude out of you? Hm?” My heart rate quickened. “As if you could,” I spat.
