SPARK

Lazar's POV

I could not be relieved now that we were back home.

I knew shopping with a girl was going to be hectic, but I never thought it would be more exhausting than my sparring sessions.

While I was barely keeping it together, Miriam seemed to be having the most fun.

As soon as we got home, I walked into the room I was supposed to be staying in, although I did not want to, but I guess I had to be a gentleman and sleep in a separate room.

I quickly put away the clothes she had bought for me, and the feeling of satisfaction was too much to ignore.

Except for my mother, no female has ever bought me clothes or anything.

I felt giddy inside like a six-year-old.

“Get a grip, Lazar,” I scolded myself as I stared at my reflection.

I walked out of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around my neck, ready to make dinner for my zhena.

But the view of the person sitting on the couch almost made me choke on my saliva.

I immediately started feeling hot, all over my body. I could barely breathe. When she smiled at me, I thought I was doomed.

She looked so freaking sexy, and the way her eyes were roaming my body was not helping my horny situation.

I rushed to the kitchen hoping to distract myself, taking deep breaths.

I can't believe that a woman was making me feel this restless.

I was halfway through chopping onions when I heard her bare feet pad softly into the kitchen.

I felt her presence before I saw her. 

I raised my head, and there she was, her night robe, long gone.

She stood in a mini red nightdress that looked like it was stitched together by temptation and seduction itself. 

Her soft, milky skin glowed under the kitchen light and her tousled hair fell over her shoulders like she'd just stepped out of a forbidden dream.

I gumped, looking away and taking deep breaths as I tried to ignore the rush of blood toward my lower region.

"Are you... hungry?" I asked, barely able to keep my voice from cracking like a teenage boy.

She smiled, sauntering closer with a look that made me want to say a prayer and commit a crime all at once.

"Depends," she whispered, eyes sparkling mischievously. "What’s on the menu?"

I cleared my throat. "Stir-fry... or whatever you want."

Her eyes held mine, then dropped to my lips. "Whatever I want, huh?"

This woman was dangerous. She was plotting something and I was not the strongest shoulder right now.

She stepped behind me, her hands wrapping around my waist while she relaxed her face and body on my back.

I stiffened feeling her heat so close.. her fingers ran up my abs, sliding under my shirt like it was second nature. I swallowed hard.

"We haven’t... consummated our marriage," she said, her voice like silk dragging across bare skin.

Jesus. I was not a religious person but damn this girl would be the death of me, saying works like that out of nowhere.

I turned slowly, her hands still on me. Our faces were inches apart.

"Are you... trying to seduce me, Miriam?"

She blinked up at me with mock innocence. "Is it working?"

I chuckled, because God help me, yes, it was working. Too well.

"You want dinner, or you want me?" I asked, trying not to explode from the inside out.

She bit her lower lip, eyes never leaving mine. "Why not both?" She whispered.

That was it. Every ounce of control I had was gone.

I turned off the stove, dropped the knife, and grabbed her face gently but firmly, staring deep into those eyes that were currently burning me alive.

"You have no idea what you're playing with." I growled, my voice barely human anymore. As I caressed her cheeks with my finger, studying her expression

"Then teach me," she whispered. Wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me closer.

I crashed my lips onto hers, without a second thought.

She asked for this and I definitely was not backing down.

Our mouths moved like they had always belonged to each other. It was a hot, passionate kiss, laced with frustration and desperation and lust.

The soft sound of her moans almost sent me to the abyss. Every single sound nearly knocked me off balance.

I lifted her easily, and she immediately wrapped her silky legs around my waist as she gasped and clutched onto me.

I carried her straight to the living room, laying her down on the velvet couch like she was something sacred. She arched slightly, pulling me closer, and I buried my face in her neck, kissing and biting gently, breathing her in like she was the air I needed to survive.

Her fingers slowly found its way to my hair, tugging it gently as my palm roamed her silky soft skin. I pulled down one strap of her dress, kissing the newly exposed skin like it was a holy offering.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I froze. Someone was at the door.

"Ignore it," I muttered against her skin, trailing kisses along her collarbone.

"Lazar... what if it’s important?" She giggled, looking at me with those lustful seductive eyes.

"Nothing is more important than what we are doing right now." I growled, my lips hovering over hers again.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

This time it was louder and more persistent.

I buried my neck in her collar, sighing in frustration. Whoever was behind that door was seeking death

"Stay right here. Don’t move. I’ll kill whoever it is and then come back to finish what we started."

She laughed, grabbing the throw blanket to cover herself. Her eyes twinkled with amusement and lust.

"You better."

I got up, adjusting my pants and muttering threats under my breath as I walked to the door shirtless.

Whoever was at that door better be ready to answer to a very angry, very aroused mafia lord.

I swung open the door, fully prepared to shoot first and ask questions later but immediately halted my rain of thoughts when I saw who it was.

It was Ilya.

My right-hand man, best friend, and second-in-command.

His expression was stiff. Instantly, my body went cold, I knew that look.

Something was wrong.

"What happened?" I asked, voice flat.

He didn’t even blink.

"One of our weaponry warehouses at district 12 was hit,” he said.

"By who?" I asked, my jaw clenched.

He looked me square in the eye.

"Your uncle."