Chapter Four

He took her hand and led her down the back stairs and out of the club,

‘Nikita bring the car, Dmitri and Mikel I'm leaving you two in charge make sure you lock up the club before you leave.’

He strode confidently, a Leader, issuing orders and taking command, Lissa followed him silently not knowing what else to do a little afraid of the step she was taking but also excited, she wanted this, just for a change, she was always the good girl but being with this enigmatic dangerous man would be the polar opposite. 

At the door, he turned to Mikel,

‘Make sure that little tom cat Anton brings his new friend back to the compound, I need  him to keep her there so I have a bargaining chip’

He said indicating the beautiful young woman in front of him and Mikel smirked his boss always covered every base he watched him place his hand on the small of Lissa's back and usher her into his huge limousine. She settled herself into the plush warm seat looking around her wide eyes she had never been in such a luxurious car she knew she was taking a huge risk by doing so, Luca may be devastatingly attractive but he was also a complete stranger to her.  When the car set off pulling silently into the late evening traffic she asked quietly,

‘Where are you taking me?’

He turned to her  in the shadowy darkness of the car and saw she was looking up at him with huge frightened eyes he realized with shock he had not told her his plans and she must have thought he was kidnapping her,

‘Fuck, I’m so sorry little  Zaya, in my haste to leave the club I forgot to tell you, didn't I?                                She dipped her head and nodded totally out of her depth in this kind of situation a soft blush stained her pretty face and lust coursed through his body,                                                                                                  'I am taking you somewhere that is very special to me. Please can you trust me a little, I want it to be a surprise for you and I am very sure that you will enjoy it.’                                                                               Luca watched her carefully, he found it endearingly cute the way she used her beautiful mane of hair to hide her face, it tumbled over her shoulders like red/gold flames, reaching out he could not resist touching it. Taking a long silken curl he pushed it behind her ear longing to place a kiss on the sensitive skin he revealed by doing that as she looked up into his eyes trustingly, 

‘Okay’

She whispered her reply lowering her eyes and biting her bottom lip making him frown she looked so innocent and so damned sexy all at the same time, and he felt conflicted on the one hand he wanted to fuck her so badly his balls ached but when she looked at him like that he wanted to hold her close and tell  her he would protect her forever,

‘There was no way she was that innocent not with that friend of hers oozing such a ‘fuck me’ vibe she must be more like her friend than she was letting on surely?’.

He reasoned to himself knowing without having to ask that Anton would have Mylene in his bed that night, the little tom cat was known for his sexual adventures and if any female was willing to join him he never said no to her. Leaning forward Luca brushed her hair from her face again finding it amusing how she used it to hide from him and this time he gave in to the urge to kiss the delicate skin below her ear,

‘Don’t be afraid of me my little Zaya I will never hurt you’                                                                              He breathed brushing his lips over hers with the gentlest of touches, and smiling as she closed her eyes leaning into him wanting his kiss but he held off and her eyes flashed open,                                                    ‘What is a Zaya?’

She asked him with a small frown cocking her head to one side, he had been calling her that since they met and she had no idea what it meant,

‘Ahh, of course, you are an American but do not worry it is just a Russian term of endearment, like honey, or baby’

He explained smiling down at her, translated from Russian to English it meant ‘little rabbit’ and it seemed appropriate as she had looked like a pretty little rabbit caught in the headlights from the moment he had first set eyes on her.

‘I am most definitely not an American’

She replied indignantly and he lifted an eyebrow,

‘Do I sound like one?’

She was not impressed by his obvious mistake and he was surprised by her anger,

‘Okay, you are not an American, so what are you then?’                                                                                     He hid a smirk, he knew very well where she came from but he loved teasing her,

‘No, of course, I'm not, I’m English, from Manchester in the North West of England. I met Mylene at the all-girls boarding school where we were both abandoned by the people who should have cared for us but could not be bothered.'                                                                                                                                Lissa took a breath, she had not meant to give away so much information about Mylene and herself, and she bit her lip looking up at him through golden lashes,                                                                                    'She always invited me to stay with her on her parent's ranch for the summer.’

He smiled she was offended at being called an American and she had every right to be because when she spoke her accent was impeccably British,

‘I’m so sorry, it is an easy mistake to make’

She looked at him with raised eyebrows and then unable to keep up the pretense any longer she dissolved into a fit of giggles,

‘Oh my gosh, your face is a picture.’

She had been teasing him right back and his face split into a delighted smile she had spirit this little English rose,

‘Such impudence will earn you a spanking my little Zaya’

He told her and she gasped out loud the sexual tension in the car rising rapidly as it sank in what he had implied,

‘Don’t you dare’

She glared at him shocked by his words and he smiled that panty-wetting sexy smile,

‘Oh I dare little Zaya, I definitely dare’

The car came to a stop and they both jumped not realizing they had reached their destination until Nikita opened their door,

‘We’re here Boss’

He said politely, Luca got out then turned and held out his hand to Lissa but she hesitated after what he had just said she was a little afraid of him and wondered if she had taken too big of a risk coming here with him. She could not stay in the car though so she held out her hand and let him pull her into his arms and was unable to resist kissing her again, it was the merest brush of his lips on hers was light but it relit the fires in her core,

‘Don’t worry my little Zaya spankings are only for very naughty girls and you are a good girl’

He teased and was delighted when she blushed and her eyes shone, Lissa could not believe what she was thinking, she was aroused by what he was saying to her. Turning away quickly she finally noticed where he had brought her and gasped, they were high up on a plateau with the city of Los Angeles spread out below and it was utterly stunning,’

’Oh My Gosh’

She held her hands to her face and walked forward,

‘This a so amazing. It's, it's, oh my, it's beautiful.’

Her eyes were wide as she looked around her, it was a full 360’ panoramic view and she kept turning dizzily trying to take it all in at once which was impossible,

‘Wow, wow, wow’

Lissa was totally entranced by the incredible view and then before he could stop she ran back to the car and grabbed her bag rummaging through it.

‘I have to take photos, no one will believe this, I need the proof.’

She said giggling and pulling out her mobile phone beginning to film it all twirling slowly around while he stood next to the car with Nikita watching in amusement, she was talking as she filmed herself,

‘OMG people look at this, it's Los Angeles city as you have never seen it before. Isn’t it just the most amazing view? Wow, wow!! Can you believe this, it's like a Speilberg film set any minute now the alien spaceships will fly overhead’

She chattered on pointing out things her excitement obvious,                                                                     'Oh my gosh people, we have nothing like this back home in England, jeez if I went up a hill to film London all you would see is grime and smog this is so, so beautiful, you Americans don't know how lucky you are to have so much beauty surrounding you in your vast country.  Don't get me wrong, I love my country and we have some very beautiful places too but it is a tiny overpopulated island so I hope you all appreciate what you have here.'                                                                                                                                      She stood still gazing out at the twinkling lights of the city but only seeing the crowded streets of her hometown Manchester and for a very brief minute she felt the pangs of homesickness then she pulled herself together and smiled,                                                                                                                          'We are all lucky to live in our great countries and keep our special relationship unique. God Bless America and God Bless the United Kingdom too.'                                                                                                       She said wistfully and Nikita turned to Luca and asked,

‘Who is she talking to Boss?’

‘I’ve no idea’

He admitted but the grin on his face had not faded, watching her excitement and delight at the view had meant it had all been worthwhile she was the most enchanting creature he had ever encountered and she was going to belong to him. Lissa had stopped talking and put away her phone now she was walking back to him her face alight and her sexy smile making him want to throw her on the grass and fuck her senseless.

‘I’m sorry how very rude of me, I was just talking to my I*******m/TikTok fans, I kind of do a blog thing, you know what I mean it's all about my day-to-day life it's nothing special but people seem to like it. I have over a million followers so I guess they find something interesting in what I do.’

She was blushing shyly again but he had no idea what she was talking about, TikTok/I*******m was not something he knew about most of the Bratva did not do social media. He knew how powerful it was though and he frowned, over a million people watching his little Zaya she had said, he would have to put a stop to that. His eyes narrowed as he watched her reach up and kiss his cheek, 'Thank you for bringing me here to see this, it had blown me away, it's so beautiful.' Her soft kiss had set fire to his groin and he had desperately wanted to kiss her properly but he gritted his teeth and said, ‘Come we need to get back’

Her smile faded but she did not protest when he held the car door open doing as she was told to.

‘I'll never forget that view.'

She said quietly looking out of the window as the car raced them back into the city heading for his compound when it pulled up at the main door she looked at him in bewilderment,

‘Where are we?’

‘This is my home’

He told her to get out of the car and indicated she should follow him,

‘Your friend is here with Anton’

He told her,

‘But you probably won’t see her until the morning’

He smirked raising an eyebrow but to his surprise, she said nothing not understanding his remark and he watched as she entered the hallway and stopped gazing around her. The Reception Hall was impressive, it held a huge ornate staircase that led to the bedrooms, a glorious tiled floor that bore the Russian flag, and doors leading to the rest of the complex. In the center, high above was a magnificent crystal chandelier, and Lissa stared at it in wonder,

‘Oh my gosh, that is so incredible’

She whispered and he smiled at her again,

‘Yeah, it is’

Smiling back at him she joked,

‘I’d hate to have to clean it though’

He laughed shaking his head in amusement then took her arm and led her upstairs opening the door to a beautiful bedroom.

‘This will be your room’

He told her and she stopped refusing to enter,

‘Excuse me? My room?’