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I pressed deep and let her work me with her tongue. She quickly tipped me over the edge with her eager sucking. I pulled out, wanting to see visible evidence of my possession of her. Kneeling over her prone body, I came hard, long ribbons of cum striping her bare tits, all the way up her neck. One particularly urgent jet hit her chin, dripping across her parted lips. I came for a long time, the pulsing of my balls feeling endless as I marked her with my cum.

If the sight of her before had been hot, the image of her covered in my cum, her tits shiny with my possession, seared itself permanently in my brain.

I stood on legs that were none too steady and tucked my half-spent cock away. I stepped away from her and collected myself. The knife was still on the ground beside her, and I kicked it closer to her now. I crouched beside her. She was watching me with an unreadable look.

I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing the backs of my fingers down her smooth cheek.

“You didn’t go to the cops. It was your last chance.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“I guess, in the end, we’re still made for each other,lastochka. Be a good girl. I’m watching. From now on, just assume I’m watching.”

I reached for her hands, bringing the left one to my lips and enveloping her ring finger in my mouth before she could pull away. I closed my teeth around her wedding band and slid it off slowly. I took it from my mouth and tucked it into my pocket. Finding the knife again, I pressed it into her bound hands.

Her eyes were stuck on me, like she was scared that if she looked away, I’d disappear. I could understand that fear. I had the same one.

Tearing my eyes from the perfect sight of her, I turned and walked away.

18

NIKOLAI

“That’s the only bad side of Hade Harbor,” Bran complained as he frowned at the menu written on a chalkboard, sitting out on the boardwalk. “Who the fuck wants a fruitarian brunch? We need to get back to New York for the food alone.”

We kept walking until a familiar-looking chain came into sight. It was safer to stick to the familiar with Bran. The man had an insatiable appetite, and I couldn’t take his complaining when he didn’t like the meal. Prison had been torture enough.

“You go. I’m not leaving,” I told him as we grabbed a seat on an outdoor patio.

A table full of girls dressed like they were on a fall-themed photo shoot watched us sit, grinning like the Cheshire cats.

“Excuse me, but are you guys actors?” One of them leaned over and smiled coyly at us.

Bran took her in, from her October-chic outfit to her gym bunny body and blonde hair. He grinned at her, resting his arms along the back of his chair.

“Why, I should be asking you that, gorgeous,” he said.

“Oh my god, does he have an accent?” moaned another girl at their table moaned.

“Only when it suits him,” I muttered, my gaze moving to the menu sitting on the driftwood-style table.

“You have one, too, and yours is even sexier,” the original woman said, leaning toward me.

I ignored her.

“Why don’t we all eat together?” a bright voice suggested.

Bran raised an eyebrow at me and then laughed as he took in my bored expression. “I’d love to, ladies, but my friend here wouldn’t. I’m afraid we’ll have to pass.”

“Why? Is he taken?” The first girl pouted.

“Married, actually,” I tossed at her.

I could feel the disappointment radiating off the table as they finally turned back to their bottomless margaritas.

“Married? Does the bride know?” Bran asked.

“She will soon.” I smirked at him. “Is it just me, or are the women more reckless here? Can’t they smell trouble when it’s right in front of them?” I tossed the menu aside.

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