Page 40 of Runaway Queen

She leaned over me, and in a move that I’d never forget, dribbled a long line of spit over her fist and the head of me. It was hot as hell.

“Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?” I growled, grabbing her chin as her hand spread her spit around, heightening the sensation of her lazy pumps.

I tilted her face toward me as her hand continued its motion. She looked so beautiful. Her pupils were blown, like she was the one lost in lust, not me. Her lips were slightly parted, and I slid my thumb between them. I ran my other hand through the silky chopped ends of her hair.

“I like this. It makes you look so innocent. Not like someone who could gut a man and walk away without a glance.”

She turned her face into my palm as I freed her mouth, her hand tugging on my dick the entire time. Fuck, maybe I could come just like this, her face filling my vision, her hand on me.

“You’re running out of time, before we get a boy in blue knocking on the window.”

My reminder sent pink to her flushed cheeks. She turned to look down at my cock and leaned forward. She licked the tip, toying with me, just as I gathered her short hair into a handful that I could tug.

“Let me remind you how it’s done. Open up wide.” I guided her mouth down on me.

I was big, and thick. I knew it was a lot to handle, but Sofia tried like a champ. My cock met the back of her throat, and she gagged softly. I brought both hands to her head and moved her up and down, a few careful bobs to make sure she was as stretched out and ready to take me as she could be. Then I tightened my hand on her hair and held her head in place. My hips rose, and I pushed right to the back of her throat, then out. She moaned around my cock as I set a rhythm of fucking her mouth, holding her pinned in place.

I lost track of time, but it couldn’t have been long, since my body was so on edge. Her hot breath against my skin and her clever tongue swirling around my tip was too damn much. I pulled her down as far as she could go and spilled down her throat. Jet after jet of cum left me. It felt like my soul was disappearing down her perfect throat as she swallowed around me.

I smoothed her hair back when the pulsing finally ebbed and let her up. She pulled back, gasping for breath, her face red and eyes wet. I swiped the cum from the edge of her mouth, rubbing it over her lips like gloss.

“How can such beauty hide such cruelty?” I wondered aloud and then laughed softly. “Someone once said that about me, too.”

I could still remember that guy, a priest nonetheless. The good father had been using his position in the church to start a little indecent video company, using the unpaid talents of the drugged-up kids who came to Sunday school. He’d also owed the bratva a hefty sum from gambling debts. I’d been told to get the money out of him; instead, I’d cut off all his fingers and toes, and then his tongue, before sending him to Hell. Viktor had been displeased.

“You’re the cruel one. What are you going to do to me?” Her voice was still strong.

“Whatever I want. That’s something you have to accept, if you don’t get out the car right now and go into the station.”

She blinked at me hard, and a tear escaped her already wet, sooty eyes. “You’re so sure I won’t. Why?”

She swallowed hard. I wondered if her throat hurt.

“Because, I know you. Despite the time apart, I still know how your brain works.” It was the very reason why it was hard to square away her fake death and her stubborn silence. It didn’t feel like Sofia. It was half the picture, and she wasn’t telling me the rest.

“Haven’t you thought that maybe you don’t know me anymore? It’s been years.”

“Years, decades, lifetimes… between you and me, it doesn’t matter. Time has no meaning. I’ll always know you.”

She dashed away that stray tear, the one sign that this cost her as much as me. “You’re wrong,” she said simply, and just like that, opened the door and got out.

I watched her cross the street and walk right into the police station.

16

SOFIA

Istared at the early morning sun tracking across the ceiling of the motel room I’d stayed in last night. Yesterday, things between me and Nikolai had threatened to spin out of control. So, I’d done the only thing I could think of. Called his bluff. I’d gone into the station and went to visit a friend who worked in records. After endless small talk, I’d left out of the back exit and made my way in a taxi to Chiara and Angelo’s house, before changing my mind and going to a motel.

I had battled with myself all night whether to tell them what was going on. In the end, I couldn’t risk it. Nikolai was unpredictable and dangerous. I couldn’t put them in danger for me. I felt like I was going crazy. He wanted the truth. He thought he was prepared for it. Neither of us were. His words from the night before played in my head on an endless loop.

“Kirill has children, you know. Two of them. I haven’t met them. I can’t be trusted around kids, or his wife, apparently.”And that was his own brother. What would he do when he knew what I’d hidden? How would he react? I was fairly sure he wouldn’t actually kill me, but then again, I’d never seen him so provoked. Fear had made me hold my tongue. It was the truth that I was too scared to share. The killing blow.

I got up, feeling exhausted, and checked out, heading to school in the same clothes as yesterday.

School felt endless. I was jumpy. Every creak in a quiet room or footstep echoing in an empty hall had me spinning around, ready to run. Finally, it was over. I called Chiara before visiting hours at the hospital.

I’d drawn the short straw and was chaperoning at the dance tonight. The setup was intricate. Hade Harbor High took their seasonal events seriously, and I was already late, but I had to check who was hanging out with Leo tonight. Thankfully, both Angelo and Chiara were going over to St. Mary’s for the entirety of the visiting hours, so I could do my duty at the dance. Luckily, I had my costume for the dance already hanging in my classroom.

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