Page 29 of Sheltering Hollis

Hollis stepped closer, her gaze unwavering. "Because, Gregor, you don’t have a choice,” she shrugged as if she couldn’t care less.

I leaned in closer, twisting the knife. “If we were alone, Gregor, I’d kill you slowly. Make it last for days. Skin you. It is only because she is here and because we want information that you have a chance at a quick death, but have no mistake that it will end in death.”

His eyes wide, he tried to struggle, but when I twisted the knife again, he stilled, panting. “Just give me a fucking reason.” I dug it in a little harder. “Malysh, can I damage him? Play with him a little?”

“No, no … no!!!” Gregor begged, sweat beading his forward. “The clinic is on Calle del Embudo. There’s a pink neon flamingo in the window. You can have him. Do what you want to him. Let me go. It was just a blow job. She’s fine.”

Hollis’ intake of breath was enough to let me know he spoke the truth. “Just? You asshole. You’re going to die for that. So I hope you enjoyed it, you piece of absolute trash.” She bit out each word with a viciousness that I wanted to kiss her for.

“You will call him and tell him you have a drop-off tonight. Thirty minutes.” He was boring me now, this little man. Luka had edged from the darkness behind him and placed his gun at the back of his head.

Pulling the knife free, I cleaned it on my pants, letting Gregor fall to his knees on the pavement. I swung an arm around Hollis and took the opportunity to glance at her and check that she was all right. She was pale, her breath quickened, but her eyes were steady, and her hand was still on my belt.

Luka jabbed him in the back of the head again to prompt him. “Hurry up and do as he said. We don’t have all night, or he really will make it slow. I don’t want to clean up a mess.”

“Fine, fine.” Gregor fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking. “This is messed up. Not cool, not cool.” I wasn’t sure why he was bitching and moaning so much. Things could have been so much worse for him. The line connected, and he sputtered, “Yeah, it’s Gregor. I have a drop-off for you. Tonight.” I could hear the man on the other line complaining. Gregor’s eyes were locked onto mine as he scrambled to get the other man to comply. “Look, she’s a sweet little piece; I’ll make it worth your time.” Gregor squeezed his eyes shut against my accusation. “Just twenty minutes, okay?” The voice babbled excitedly. Obviously, this was just the incentive needed to get a last-minute appointment. Hanging the phone up, he slipped it into his pocket and dropped his hands to his sides. “You could just let me go …”

Luka moved to the side just as I brought up my gun and shot him in the forehead. “No can do.” I was disappointed that I couldn’t have made his death slow, but I had Hollis to think about and a schedule.

“I brought the car around over here.” Luka looked from Hollis to me. “I’ll put the body in the back.” Thankfully, we’d gotten an SUV; it would come in handy tonight.

“Thanks, brat.” Taking Hollis’ hand, I maneuvered her around the body. “Watch your shoes, baby. Don’t get blood on them. Are you okay?”

She was silent but edged closer, her hand still on my back. “He’s dead?”

“Definitely.” I looked over at the body critically. “Hundred percent a goner.”

“Good.” Hollis nodded, her hand squeezing mine briefly, a small gesture of solidarity.

SEVENTEEN

Hollis

Dimitri had me bundled into the car before I could blink or process what had happened. Even now, I was struggling to rewind the scene, the impact of the bullet, the fall of the body, and the absolute lack of regret I had.

Dimitri settled his jacket over me, the clean and woodsy scent of his cologne wafting around me. I breathed in deeply, huddling into it, and snuggled against him.

My hands trembled slightly, the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I glanced at Dimitri, his face a mask of resolve, yet I could see the concern for me in his eyes. The car jolted as Luka presumably shoved Gregor’s lifeless body into the back. Checking in with my conscience, I found I didn’t feel bad.

“Malysh?” he asked, his thumb stroking my palm. “Was that too much for you? I understand if it was.” He moved to say something else, but I slammed my mouth to his, gripping his shirt in my hands.

Pulling me forward onto his lap, he bracketed my arms. “Kiss me all you want. I want that, too. Give me your everything.” Sighing, I dipped into him, trying with all my might to kiss him like he should be kissed for being my hero, for battling my demons for me, for being my monster in the dark. Grinding into him against the angles of the tantalizing hardness of his cock.

“Oh geez, really? I don’t need to see you two going at it like bunny rabbits,” Luka said as he got into the front seat, slamming the door hard.

I sat frozen in embarrassment, my eyes widening. Oh, I had forgotten entirely our surroundings and Luka. Dimitri’s hands settled on my hips, squeezing them, his mouth coming forward to nip at mine.

“Just drive, mudak,” Dimitri growled, pushing his pelvis into mine. Whimpering, I collapsed against him, trying to move back to my seat as the car moved forward. Capturing my earlobe in his teeth, his tongue darted out as his teeth bit the sensitive flesh there. “Are you wet, baby,” he whispered.

My cheeks flushed. I was not sure if it was because I was turned on or just self-conscious. “Yes,” I whispered back. I’d be shocked if there weren’t a wet spot on his suit pants, but I didn’t want to look. Shuffling myself to the side, I darted a look at the front seat. Luka’s dark head was staring straight forward, but his hands were tapping the steering wheel, and the music turned up. He obviously wasn’t very comfortable with the backseat antics but was trying to cope.

Dimitri’s hand moved up my thigh, parting the slit of my dress. He leaned close to my ear, licking into the channel of it, his tongue hot as his finger brushed the apex of my thighs. “No sounds, malysh or Luka will know what we’re doing. Stay quiet.”

I wasn’t sure that was possible as he pushed my panties to the side. “You’re drenched. I’m going to taste my fingers in a minute, suck them.” His voice was taunting as his finger danced along my entrance. I tilted my pelvis a little, trying not to moan.

With no warning, he pushed two fingers inside, pumping hard just as he sealed my mouth shut with his mouth. Grinding against his hand, I hurtled towards the abyss as he flicked my clit with his thumb and came harder than I’d ever been able to make happen with my vibe on my own. Jesus. He stared at me as he brought the fingers to his lips, licked them clean, and then sat back with a smile.

“We’ll finish this later, malysh,” he promised, dragging his hand tauntingly along my thigh. “Remember, we have as much time as we want.”

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