I smirked at her just like when we first met in the bar. “Such a potty mouth on such a beautiful woman.” She struggled as I straddled her face and rested my balls on her chin. My cock throbbed and leaked as it bopped her nose.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take me deep? Or will I have to break your jaw to force your mouth to accommodate me?”
Shocked by my threat, she froze except for the sharp inhale. We held each other’s gaze, mine steady and sure, so she could see I was not bluffing. She lowered her gaze, swallowed her fear, lifted her head, and parted her lips.
I slid gently into her mouth. I’d fuck it, but I wanted to make sure she was still breathing in the end. I took my time, in and out, going a little bit deeper with each thrust. She relaxed and opened her throat for me, lulled by my gentle pace.
I took advantage of the opening, slipping down as far as my cock would go into her airway. I counted the seconds as her mouth tightened and strangled the length of my shaft. Her eyes widened in panic.
“MMHHH!” she choked around my cock.
It was the best feeling in the world.
I groaned, “Do you want my cum?”
Tears filling her eyes, she nodded, as if saying yes might end her suffering. Fuck, the sight of them.
I pulled out, abruptly. “Then you’ll have to wait until I fill you with my seed. I’m not wasting it in your throat, malishka. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be pregnant with twins.”
Her mouth hung open as she desperately sputtered and gasped for air.
A stream of cum hit the shower wall. Fuck, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long while. This was the filthy, dirty fucking I wanted to give her last night, but couldn’t. I was cocky. I thought we had more time. I wanted to ease her into this.
But then the bitch had to run away.
She would pay for that.
I slammed the shower off as rage rushed through my veins. How dare she? I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. Rather than see my scarred body in the reflection, I shoved clear the vanity and punched the mirror. The impact produced radial cracks that had turned the smooth surface into a cobweb, but it did little to ease the fury. Did my new little toy really think she could get away from me so easily?
I treated her well last night. She came so many times she passed out. Why would she run?
I stalked out into the bedroom, still pissed off, and snatched my cell off the table to see if Roman had any news. Nothing. My hand clenched around the device. Something Falls. Something Falls.
Then I remembered what she’d said.“I live in the next town over. It’s smaller, and the people suck.”
I opened the map on my phone and looked at the neighboring cities. Winchister Falls. “Got you, malishka. You can’t escape me.”
Taking a deep breath, I shot a text off to Roman, advising him to say goodbye to anyone he cared about because we were packing up and heading out later today.
???
When Roman didn’t respond in a timely manner, I put on my street clothes with the intent to track him down. Dark jeans paired with a dark shirt and a ball cap. I did not like to wait, and worse, I hated being ignored.
I rang his cell.
He rejected the call.
I holstered a gun and concealed it on my waist, under my shirt. I then brought up his location on my device. I had made sure I could track his movements for this very reason. Something was off.
I left the hotel waving to the doorman on my way out. It was always good to treat the people who could see me coming and going with respect. That way if the cops ever had to question them, they could say I seemed like an upstanding citizen.
I took a turn down the street to a seedy district. Suddenly my cell rang—but not as expected. I pulled my other phone from my back pocket. An unknown international number I didn’t recognize lit the screen.
I picked up. “Da.”
“It’s me,” the familiar tenor of Roger’s voice filtered through.
I blew out a sigh of relief and took a turn down an alleyway for privacy. “It’s been too long since I’ve heard from you last. I wondered if you were dead.”