Page 12 of Love's Unexpected Surprise

I start to panic, thinking about the possibility of him tracking me down and killing my family just to get to me. Maybe I should just stay? I'm not just sitting back and letting this happen.

I test the waters by shifting slightly in the bed, trying to see how deep of a sleeper he is. I move a couple of times, nudging his arm, but he doesn't seem to wake up. I can still hear the heavy breathing behind me, and I'm confident I can slip out of his grasp without waking him.

I do just that. I shimmy out of his arm, softly falling to the ground beside the bed, holding my breath as I tiptoe to the bedroom door. I only open it as much as I need to, squeezing through a small gap and leaving it open so it doesn't creak when it shuts. When I'm in the hallway, I pick up my pace and run, looking for the front door.

I descend the stairs and wince as a step groans under my weight. I don't stop to see if he hears it. I keep pushing forward.

The front door is in sight and I quicken my pace, reaching a hand out for the brass knob with my heart thudding against my ribs. I open it just a crack, feeling the cold night air rushing into the warm house, feeling the hope flood my body.

Before I can open it enough to slink out of it, a hand above my head slams against the wood, shutting the door. I feel Alexei behind me, and I know I'm in trouble. He grabs my arm and turns me around, my back pinned against the wood. It's hard not to think about the last time we were in this position, him pinning me to a wall. He was a much different person then.

“Why did you have to go and do that?” Alexei asks, shaking his head in disappointment. There's a reluctant look in his eyes,like he’ll have to do something he doesn't want to. My stomach churns at the idea. “I'm going to have to punish you now.”

For a moment, it feels like my heart stops beating. My knees are weak, and I shake uncontrollably. This is it. He's going to kill me. I know too much, and I tried to escape, and I'm dangerous to him.

Alexei grabs my hand and pulls me toward the living room, forcefully setting me down on the couch. There's a duffel bag on the coffee table that he reaches inside, pulling out a tangle of rope. My heart beats rapidly, and I can't stop the tears from streaming down my face.

“I'm sorry, please don’t hurt me!” I cry out, shaking and backing away as he approaches. “I'll stay, I promise.”

“I told you I wasn't going to hurt you,” he says as he ties the ropes around my arms. “But I have other ways of punishing you.”

That's enough to calm me down a little bit, but I'm still anxious. Alexei kneels on the ground in front of me, and I wrinkle my eyebrows at him, not understanding what's going on right away.

His fingers dig at the elastic waistband of the sweatpants, and he yanks them down and tosses them to the side. I can't help but blush, and I feel almost embarrassed being here like this in front of him again. The last time we were in this position, I was much more excited than I am now.

Alexei spreads my legs and arches my back, forcing me back on the couch. He stares up at me with my pussy in front of him. Without any warning, his mouth is pressed against me, and my body reacts in a way I don’t want it to.

My breath hitches in my throat, and I can't help the moan that escapes. His tongue swirls around my clit, teasing it and bringing me close to orgasm before slowing down and backing away slightly. I can still feel his breath against me, and I'm eagerto have his tongue working once again. He brings it back, and I can feel the wetness growing from the arousal, betraying my true feelings about him.

Everything about this issowrong. But God, does it feel good.

I arch my back and moan while teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to let it wash over my body. Right now, I'm not thinking about anything other than his face between my legs. It's all there is in the entire world, and I'm fine with that for a while.

Just as I'm about to cry out from the pleasure soaring through my body, he pulls away from me. “I'm so close, please,” I beg in a whisper.

“This is your punishment for trying to run away,” he says, sitting back and rubbing his hands on my thighs while the orgasm recedes. It’s a weird form of torture, but it’s still definitely torture.

When I stop whimpering, he brings his mouth back to me, and it doesn't take long for the pleasure to build once again. I cry out this time, shaking as I get closer and closer. He pulls his mouth away and looks at me expectantly as if he's waiting for me to say something.

“Please, Alexei!” I plead, desperate to get off.

Again, he doesn't let me finish. He presses his mouth against me, and I get so close I'm almost relieved before he stops, and I slump down on the couch with a disappointed whimper.

He stares at me again, waiting, and I realize I'll say anything just to get him to finish. I don't know how much more of this I can take. My vision is starting to get cloudy from the constant blood flow being redirected from my brain.

“I promise I won't run away again!” I shout, hoping that's enough for him to finish.

He smirks at me and presses his mouth against my clit once again, sucking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. He slides a finger inside my pussy and moves it in and outwhile he continuously licks me. Within moments, I'm writhing on the couch and trembling under his grip as I finally come.

My legs are weak when I'm done, but he stands and gently unties my wrists. I barely understand what just happened, and everything is hazy after the orgasm. He sweeps me up in his arms and carries me back to his bedroom. Soon enough, I'm tucked into the blankets with his arm draped over my chest, and my eyelids are too heavy to keep open.

8

Iget out of bed before Amelia, careful not to wake her. Last night had to have been exhausting for her, both physically from her punishment as well as mentally. She needs the extra sleep right now. I'll do anything I can to make it up to her, and that starts with making a delicious breakfast. It's quite literally the least I can do.

I get to work in the kitchen, cracking eggs and scrambling them with some butter and freshly shredded cheddar cheese. I don't know if she likes pancakes or waffles, so I make both. I want her to wake up to the smell of fresh bacon cooking in the pan, wandering into the kitchen to see the man she kissed on Valentine's Day and not the killer I really am.

My phone buzzes, and I walk to the table and pick it up, my heart sinking when I see Dimitri's name on the screen. I almost don't answer it because I know what's in store for me. I had a hit I was supposed to do last night, and I completely forgot about it. I was too distracted with everything that happened with Amelia to go forward with it. I had to make sure she was okay first and foremost.

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