Page 13 of Blood, Bones, and the Bratva Bogeyman

Amusement tickles my throat, but I lean down to bite her neck in retaliation. “That spicy mouth is going to get you in trouble, Cressida.”

“Look, babe. There’s no pussy good enough worth giving up my life,” Dane squeaks, his hands up in front of him.

My movements are too quick for anyone to do anything as I move Cressida to the side and curl my fingers around Dane’s throat. The enhanced strength makes it easy to guide him to his knees. Then I project my voice to be heard over the music. “Apologize.”

His throat moves under my hand, but no sound comes out. With a sigh, I loosen my fingers.

“I’m sorry.”

“To her,” I snarl.

When he doesn’t speak fast enough, I tighten my grip again, cutting off his airway until his eyes bulge. “You either apologize to my wife,svoloch, or you will die here. It does not bother me which you choose but do it quickly.”

Cressida places her hand on my arm. “That’s enough, Kon. Release him.”

I turn my head to her. “He disrespected you. Nobody is allowed to do that.”

“Including you. Will you please release him?”

“After he apologizes to you.”

She sighs and peers at Dane. “Get on with it, you wanker.”

His eyes widen, shocked that she’s going along with this. Did he forget that she’s a mafia princess betrothed to the Pakhan of the Bratva? There is a steel core under all those delicious curves.

She’s perfect, and she’s all fucking mine.

Dane starts to speak, but just because I’m still pissed at him, I tighten my fingers again until he claws at my hand.

Cressida gives me a pointed look. “Oh, for bloody hell’s sake, he can’t speak if you don’t let go of his throat.”

“If you insist.”

The pathetic man slumps to the floor when I release him abruptly.

“I’m sorry, Cressida,” he croaks, lifting his hand to rub his throat.

With a sigh, I wave my hand at him. “Get your pathetic ass out of here.” He just stares up at me, so I lean down until our faces are close together. “Boo.”

His face loses color, and he jerks back with a yelp, causing Misha to laugh at my side.

I turn to Cressida with a lifted brow. “This is who you choose to fuck?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Until you put your ring on my finger, it was no concern to you who I chose to bed, arsehole.”

Striking quickly, my fingers curl around her throat gently as I guide her to me. Bringing our faces closer, I run my tongue along the seam of her lips before nipping at them. “You dare taunt me?”

“What’s wrong, darling? Can’t handle competition?” she purrs, closing the distance between our bodies until she rests against me. “Afraid you won’t compare?”

“There is no competition,Lisichka. Shall I prove it to you right here in front of everyone?”

The expression in her eyes suggests she is truly considering it, and this surprises me, but the way the heat licks up my spine, it is not an unpleasant thought for her.

I will not take her for the first time with an audience, though.

“Don’t worry, wife. I will wait until our wedding night, and then I will leave your pretty little cunt in such a sopping mess that you will not forget who you belong to.”

Then I brush a kiss against her firm lips before releasing her to find a booth in the VIP lounge where I can keep her in my sight.