Page 66 of Vengeful Princess

From the way she grabbed my wrist, she wasn’t happy about the loss of my fingers, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not here. Our first time would be somewhere clean, where I could take care of her afterward.

I rarely gave a shit about stuff like that, but somehow it mattered to me that Thea’s first time was perfect. Well, as perfect as an asshole like me could make it. She’d probably be better off fucking pretty-boy Landon for her first time. He was the sort of asshole who’d make it romantic and shit, with rose petals and a playlist that included Adele.

I wasn’t the best guy for the job, but I could give her a fucking orgasm, and I fully intended to do that before we dealt with the body.

“Do you need to come,malyshka?” I murmured in her ear before biting her fleshy lobe.

“Yes! Hurry!” She growled impatiently.

I released her and dropped to my knees. When I looked up, she was watching me with a hint of nervousness, but before she could protest, I pulled her silk panties aside and dived into her cunt like I was a condemned man and she was my last meal.

Her rich flavor burst on my tongue. Sweet and addicting. Each time I sucked her clit, she squealed, and when I pressed my tongue inside her pussy, it clenched around me, desperate for something thicker, like my cock.

Under different circumstances, I’d make this last, so when she finally came, she’d be screaming my name so loud people in fucking Moscow would hear it. But we were short on time.

I focused my attention on her clit, taking it between my lips and sucking hard. She went off like a rocket, her cries echoing around the room as she fell apart.

My cock wasn’t happy, but it could wait. I had a corpse to deal with first.

35

Thea

The dumpster was full of cardboard packaging, as well as general waste. By the time we’d wrapped Roberto’s body in the plastic bed sheet and thrown it in there, I was exhausted. To be fair, Kyril had handled all the manual labor. He’d been remarkably chipper about it, considering the risk we were both taking. Watching him flex his muscles had done all kinds of bad things to my still throbbing pussy.

But I wasn’t thinking about his muscles, or his massive dick. Or the way he’d made me come harder than I’d ever come before.

There would be plenty of time to think about the terrible mistake called Kyril when I got back to my room and washed the filth of this evening from my skin. Until then, I needed to focus on ensuring that we didn’t get caught and arrested for murder.

Judging by the lack of activity, nobody had seen anything. Or cared, it seemed. There wasn’t even a camera in the alley, probably because the club’s owner didn’t want any evidence of wrongdoing the cops could use against him.

I wasn’t an idiot. The fact Roberto frequented this place told me exactly what went on here. Drugs, girls, and likely worse. Torrance had informed me on the way over that Anatoly Balakin, the guy who owned the club, had links to the Russian mafia. He’d said I needed to steer clear of him after showing me a picture of a weasly guy with a bald head and a tiger tattoo on his neck.

Since he hadn’t been around when I arrived, I had at least managed that part of tonight’s exercise.

Kyril emptied the container of gasoline all over the contents of the dumpster. “Ready?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Do it.”

He smirked, using his lighter to set fire to a small fragment of cardboard, tossing it in quickly right before it scorched his fingers. The body burst into flames and within seconds, the metal dumpster had erupted into a mini inferno.

Kyril picked up the fuel container. We ran down the alley, taking a right into an adjacent lane, ending up outside an abandoned store. He’d parked his truck a few hundred feet away, whereas Torrance had given me a lift.

“Where’s your car?” Kyril scanned the area after dropping the container in the back of the truck. “We need to go before someone calls in the fire.”

“I got a lift.” I chewed my lip. Torrance hadn’t contacted me, which was concerning. He always checked in to make sure I’d done what he’d asked of me. Why hadn’t he called?

Something was wrong.

Had he been watching the club? Had he seen me working with Kyril? Or worse, had he somehow seen what I’d done inside that horrible room with the plastic sheet covered bed?

“Get in the truck, Thea.” Kyril pulled the door open and gestured for me to climb in. We both stunk of smoke. The air felt cloying in my lungs, thick with moisture. Rain was coming.Hopefully not too soon. It would be better if the corpse was nice and crispy before anyone found it.

The room where Roberto had met his end was less of a concern. It obviously didn’t get cleaned often, and with so much DNA evidence to trawl through, the cops would likely pin the murder on a gang dispute and quietly bury the case.

Just as I was about to do as Kyril ordered, my phone vibrated in my bra.Shit.It had to be Torrance. A sense of doom descended on me like a cloud of radioactive smog.

“Meet me on Carlisle Street,” he snapped when the call connected. Then he hung up. Carlisle Street was a short walk away. If I hurried, I could be there in a couple of minutes. Still, I lingered, knowing full well what was waiting for me.

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