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“More like a restless night… My dick is fucking insatiable when it comes to you.” He eyed me for a moment. “Sure you can handle it? The last female that cut my hair was shot dead.”

All the amusement I’d felt, disappeared. “Why? Because she did a bad job? Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not.” He shook his head and grimaced. “But it was for a reason way less sensible than giving me a bad haircut would have been.”

I was stunned to silence.

“The good news is that I didn’t do the killing, so you’re safe no matter how the haircut goes.”

I turned away, still shaken. “You have a peculiar sense of humor.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s sick, but it’s the only way I’ve been able to survive.” His eyes narrowed on me. “I’m going to teach you how to use a gun as you cut my hair.”

I spun around, my eyes rounding.

“No discussions. It is more for my peace of mind than your safety. I will ensure that you never have the need to use one.”

I couldn’t refuse him when he put it in that way. I was already wading in murky waters, it made sense to protect myself as much as I could, so I was less likely to drown. So tonight, I would learn to shoot.

Yuri moved slightly and the light fell on him. He really did look tired. It was etched into his face.

My gaze softened of its own accord. “I’ll be there,” I whispered.

Chapter 28

Yuri

I knew more than I wished I did about April, but instead of being bored, I wanted to know even more.

More than her foster background, her best friend Charlotte, and the mother who had abandoned her, but was still alive somewhere in middle Britain, I wanted to know the kinds of foods she loved to eat the most. I’d passed by a bakery with an assortment of pastries in the window as I had driven home that night, and I wondered what she loved. Did she prefer the summer or the winter? Or what other inconsequential things the rest of the world concerned themselves with that were not guns and death, did she love or hate?

There was no chair in my bathroom, so I carried one of the stools from the bedroom lounge and sat in front of the massive bathroom mirror while she faced me with a pair of scissors.

It was an intrinsic part of me to be wary whenever weapons of any sort were in my vicinity, but with April, I actually shut my eyes and allowed her to work. I listened to the sound of her quiet breathing, and reveled in her warm scent.

“Aren’t you scared I’ll mess up your entire head?” she teased as she snipped away.

I smiled. “If it’s too bad I’ll just shave it all off.”

She stopped then and I opened my eyes to look at her. Hers were very green and very wide. My pulse quickened, but I ignored it. “It’s just hair,” I said softly. “There are worse things to deal with.”

We were silent as we stared at each other, then she hastily returned her attention back to my hair.

I reached out and pulled her hips into my face.

“Hey!” she scolded, but I grabbed her full ass and nudged up her T-shirt with my nose. I kissed her stomach and she held onto my head.

Before she could move fast enough to stop me, I was on my knees, my head was between her legs, and I had a mouthful of her cunt. So the little minx had come to my bedroom commando!

Her body shuddered at the contact as she held onto my shoulders for support. “Yuri,” she gasped. “I’m not done.”

“You can finish later,” I rasped, as I began to thoroughly lick and suck her swollen clit.

In time, the tools fell from her hands to join the smattering of nipped hair on the marble floor.

I rose and lifted her into my arms. In the shower stall, she ripped her shirt away and was back on me, unable to control herself. Her hands tugged on the band of my pants, and as they went down to the floor, so did she. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth and I held onto the wall for support.

I looked down and watched her lips feverishly worshipping the engorged head. Her pink tongue slid down my shaft, kissing and licking the burgeoning blue veins…then she took my balls in her mouth.

Fuck, I cursed and fought to catch my breath.

This woman consumed me. Guttural sounds emanated from the back of her throat as she mouth-fucked me. Her greed was beautiful to watch. All the blood left my brain as I came hard, hot spurts of cum shooting down her throat.

I pulled her up to me and crushed my lips to hers. I held her desperately to me as I drank her in. We were one. She tasted of me and I tasted of her. Before I knew what I was doing she was in my arms again, and we were exiting the bathroom.


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