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I smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”

“I’m curious about something,” he said, grabbing the can of whipped cream. His head tilted back, and with a woosh, he sprayed it into his mouth. “How did you find the location of Talon’s island?”

Ah.

A tiny bit of whipped cream escaped his mouth. Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and licked it from his lips with a flick of my tongue, then I moved right back. Or at least, I tried.

Lukyan’s hand snapped out, and he gripped the back of my head, yanking me back toward him. His lips smashed onto mine in a brutal, punishing kiss. His tongue dove into my mouth, hot and possessing and utterly addictive.

I froze. Our first official kiss.

His taste exploded all over my senses, and I was powerless to fight it, clasping onto him tightly and kissing him back. Usually, I always took the lead, but that time, I didn’t mind, too overcome with what was happening to even think about stopping it.

He kissed me.

With a sharp tug, he pulled me into his lap, my legs going either side of his body. His big, rough hands landed on my thighs, the contact searing, and I ground myself into him.

The kiss was fiery. Passionate.

Perfect.

Everything I knew it would be.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

LUKYAN VOLKOV

She tastes so fucking sweet.

Lyla moaned, a purely erotic sound that had lust shooting up my body. Jesus, fuck. I’d never been so turned on before. Never been so attracted to another before. It was fucking primal. Undeniable. My body yearned for hers, and I could no longer deny it.

I was really into the kiss. Like, really fucking into it. My cock was hard as hell, and she was grinding herself right down on it, so it only got harder. I was completely immersed in her. Her taste. The feel of her tongue. Her closeness.

So, it shocked the hell out of me when she suddenly gripped my chin and pulled back out of reach. I attempted to follow her, but her fingers tightened, keeping me rooted in place.

“Why?” I all but whined.

She laughed, this deep, sexy as fuck throaty sound that had my balls tingling. “Do you want me to answer your question or not?” she panted.

“Not right now!” When she’d licked my lips, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I had to kiss her. The compulsion was too much. Too overwhelming. Too much to bother fighting any longer. Now that I didn’t have to worry about my family, that they were all okay, I felt as though I could finally relax. Finally enjoy myself, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t.

Oh fucking well. I liked doing shit I wasn’t supposed to.

“Why not?” she smirked, all devious and shit.

“Because I want to fuck you,” I admitted unashamedly.

Her smirk turned into a feral, predatory smile. She dropped her hold on my chin, and I leaned back, my eyes dropping to run the length of her tall, curvy body.

Teeth digging into my bottom lip, I asked her in a soft voice, “Are you going to tie me up again?”

Her brow arched high. “Do you want me to?”

Fuck yeah, I did. I wanted that and more. I was curious to explore the dynamic between us. In the past, I’d always been the dominant one. The one to take control. Handing over that control had never even occurred to me.

Until her.

Lyla rose, standing over me. “Stay,” she ordered.