His eyes avoid mine and roll to the upper right. He’s going to lie to me. I know it.
“I wanted to check on you. I saw the news.”
“It hasn’t broken on the news. You’re lying. How long have you been out here?”
“Kotenok,” he groans and presses into me more. His cock is nestled against my pussy. I can feel him, and my panties start to get wet.
Why can’t I do anything with him but fuck him?
He pushes his head closer to mine, his neck pressing against the blade of my knife. I pull it back unwilling to kill him. I slacken my hold and drop it next to my gun. This time I initiate it.
I lean forward and lick across his lips. He groans again and pushes into me tighter.
“I’ve only thought of your tight pussy, kotenok. I want to taste you again. I want to fuck you again,” he growls, and I pull up my legs, wrapping them around him. He descends onto my lips. I can feel his taut body trying to hold himself back from taking me right here. But I’m not going to allow him to do that. He pulls away from me, both of us panting for breath. “How can you possess me like this?”
“Fuck me.” I beg him.
He looks around and shakes his head. “Let’s go to my motel or your loft again. Not here in the open. It’s not safe.”
I squeeze him harder and rock against his hard cock through his jeans. Leaning into him more, I lick his neck and bite along it until I get to his ear. I pull the flesh of his earlobe between my teeth next to his earring and bite down on it. He groans.
“Fuck, kotenok. I’m going to fuck you so hard this neighborhood hears you.” He pulls me away from the car. I find my body flipped around and my face across the trunk, my leggings pulled down to my ankles. He rips my thong off, and I turn to watch him stuff it into his pocket. He pushes me up the trunk lid as he squats behind me.
I feel his tongue against my folds and shove my fist into my mouth to keep me from crying out. Guards could make their way over here. Anyone could drive by and see us. It ramps up my desire and I push back, burying his face in my core.
“I’ve missed the taste of you on my tongue,” he says against my core, and it convulses, needing him inside me. Two of his thick fingers slam into me and I cry out. But just as fast they are gone, and I look back. He lines his cock up to my entrance and leans forward over my body. “Kotenok, I said I wanted the neighborhood to hear you, but I’ve changed my mind. No one hears or sees you like this.” His hand covers my mouth as he pushes into me in a long, slow thrust. I jerk back, my back arching in desire. He increases his pace, and before I realize it, my hips are hitting the trunk lid, his hips are slamming into me. My body climbs that apex I so needed. The feeling of him inside me too much. The heat of him. The ripples of his muscles. The demand from him that I stay quiet. I open my mouth and bite down onto his hand as I scream, the sound muffled behind his palm. He slows his thrusts as my body tries to pull him in deeper. His other hand slips in front of me and presses my clit down, extending my orgasm. I cry out again, and he pulls out. He rubs his cock against me. I turn and drop to my knees in the street and take him in my mouth. I swallow him to the back of my throat as he holds my head and fucks into me. His hands gripping and pulling my hair. He groans my name in that way only he can, and comes. His cum sliding down my throat and across my tongue.
He picks me up and sets my bare ass on the lid of the trunk. He presses into me. My leggings trapped on my legs by my shoes. He kisses me before he pulls away.
“I need to get back.”
“How did you get out here?” He looks around for an exit.
I grin at him, keeping my secrets. I lean in and kiss him one more time before I push him back, pull up my leggings, and walk to the driver’s door. I secure the gun in my ankle holster and the knife in the sheath in the pocket of my leggings.
I walk away from him feeling his eyes on me. I wait until I’m a good distance from him and jump the wall again. When I make my way back to the front of the house, I get a report from the guards. I wasn’t seen but I was lucky. I have to be more careful. From my bedroom window, I see that he’s left. I need to question him. At least get more than his first name. He knows mine. What else does he know about me?
* * *
Vitaly
I enter my motel room and head for the shower. I don’t want to wash her scent off me, but if I don’t, I’ll be storming that gate to get to her. I’ve realized something in the last few days. She’s mine. She will be mine. I need to protect her now. I can’t ever let her know why I was originally sent here. I’d lose her.
I’ve broken so many of Grigori’s rules. I’m going to lose this contract and I won’t ever be able to get out. After a long shower where I have to take myself in hand because I want her again, I lie on the bed with her ripped panties sitting beside me. The scent of her drives me closer to that edge of needing her again.
I need to figure out my next move.
By morning, I still don’t know what to do, but I’ve assumed my position outside the gates. I’m in a different spot this time, in a different car. I watch as Domino shows up again and they all leave in the limo together.
I follow them police headquarters. I park and get out, taking position in the back of the crowd as they prepare for a press conference. I’m not liking how exposed Ana is. She stands at the side of the young woman on the podium. Domino, not in police uniform but in a suit, stands to the girl’s other side. Capo Morello and his wife remain back. The girl leans into the microphone and starts talking, and I learn of her pain. Why she looked so haunted. Americans think they are better than other countries, that they don’t have the corruption we do in Russia. But they are wrong. Corruption is right here. This girl is proof of it. She’s been ignored and treated badly as no one wants to go against her father and the man who assaulted her because they are cops. They are protected when they should be jailed. The girl, Posy Ivanov, goes on to recount how she told the very cop who arrested Natale Morello what happened to her at the hands of her father and the cop who violated her. He hid the fact of what was being done to her. I want to kill this man myself. I want to show him what a true monster is. I’m that monster. I’ve been to prison where I had to kill to survive.
Anatonia and Domino help Posy from the podium. Practically holding the girl up. Reporters push forward, but Anatonia and Domino keep them back. Ana moves toward the girl and holds her close. I see her lips moving as she talks to the girl.
Her face beautiful. Her eyes taking in everything around her, watching for any attack. How could I think she was a murderer when I see her like this protecting an innocent?
A car approaches, tires squealing, and I start making my way to Anatonia to protect her. The car comes to a stop and Natale gets out and make his way to his girl. The love he feels for her can be felt by everyone around us. The young killer has found his woman.
If he can do it, why can’t I?