Page 31 of Bound by Blood

The tears fell faster until they dripped from her chin and landed on his chest, hitting the tattooedVirgin Marykneeling below the cross. Laney could barely see him through her torment. Boris could have easily disarmed her, but he allowed her to keep the weapon. Allowed her to decide his fate. She knew he wanted her to choose love.

“You don’t understand!” she sobbed brokenly. “I have… have to do it.”

“Make me understand,” he rumbled, digging his fingers into her hips. When she stayed silent, biting her lip and trying to stop the tears, he encouraged her. “You have contract for my life,da?”

She nodded and swiped at her face, impatiently scrubbing away the tears. “No… not me exactly, but my Master. I was supposed to watch you, only make a move if you decided to go back to Russia.”

His dark eyes pierced her, divining her thoughts with ease. “And that time has come.”

Anguish twisted her small features. She shifted the blade in her fingers, gripping it tighter so she wouldn’t accidentally drop it. She nodded miserably, her lips shaking.

“I have to. There is no choice,” she whispered desperately.

“There is always a choice,” he snarled suddenly, anger finally glinting in his dark eyes. The massive muscles in his shoulders flared as he lifted himself up a few inches to press his thick neck into the razor-sharp blade, drawing a trickle of blood. She gasped and jerked her hand back, hating the sight of his blood spilled by her hand.

“You will condemn us before we had a chance to be together, rather than disobey your family. Fucking Yakuza and their honour,” he growled.

“It is not about my honour. They will kill Jin if I do not obey!” she cried out.

His fingers bit so deeply into her waist that she knew there would be bruises. She squirmed against him as he lifted her and slid her down his body until she was resting on top of his engorged penis. She gasped in dismay as he nudged her slick entrance with the crown. She swayed against him and clutched at his shoulder with her free hand, trying desperately to keep the knife on him without actually hurting him.

“If you must kill me forhissake, then I will fuck what clearly belongs to him one last time,” he snarled.

“No, please, you don’t understand…” she gasped, clutching him.

She yelled as he slammed himself up into her body, forcing his cock roughly into her tight passage. He gripped her tightly, holding her still as her body adjusted to the invasion. Laney panted, her eyes dilating as she tried desperately to hang on to her mission, or some sense of reality, with Boris’ massive cock hitting her just where she loved it best.

“Fuck me to heaven,moykotenok, then you can send me to hell,” he grunted, lifting her up and then slamming her back down, forcing himself all the way into her.

Gritting his teeth, he reached up, fisted her loose hair and pulled her head down to his. She resisted him, not wanting any more intimacy with the man she had to murder. She twisted her head sideways, but he persisted, forcing her face down until their foreheads touched. He slammed his hips up into hers, nearly unseating her with the violence of his thrusts. Cries of pleasure and pain tore from her throat and the knife she was holding slipped, biting into his neck. Her eyes flew open, meeting his.

“Boris…!” she gasped.

“Come for me,” he snarled, demanding, gripping her hip in a hand that wrapped halfway around her. He tilted her against him, rubbing her clit against his pelvis until she was exploding around him.

Laney’s eyes fluttered shut as her pussy gripped him, orgasmic spasms consuming her. Forgetting the knife, she clutched him harder, digging it further into his skin. Trickles of blood slipped down his swarthy skin, pooling at the indent in his throat, dripping across the eight-pointed stars and down the side of his shoulders to soak into the sheets. He grunted, continuing his thrusts, taking her higher, prolonging her orgasm, uncaring of the blade that could end his life with the slip or flick of her delicate fingers.

He tangled his fingers through the silken hair at the back of her head, cupping her skull in one massive fist and tilting her lips toward his. He kissed her lips with savage intent, impressing himself on her soul using his own lips, teeth and tongue until she was gasping and crying out for mercy. Finally, he released her head, dropped his hand to her waist once more and, taking her in both hands, began fucking her like it was the last time. He embedded himself so deeply into her body that she threw back her head and screamed, hair streaming behind them. His cock flared wide in her body in anticipation, reaching toward his own orgasm.

Boris brought his knees up, trapping her against him. He took her blade hand in his, covering her small hand completely with his massive tattooed one. He lifted their joined hands and pressed the blade to his jugular, drawing fresh blood. Her sapphire eyes flared wide in panic. She stared down at him, understanding dawning.

He grunted in satisfaction, his lips pulled back and teeth bared as he came, his cock pulsing deep within her body. His fingers tightened around hers to the point of pain. “Do. It. Now,” he commanded with a grunt.

Laney stared down at him, the man that she had grown to love more than her own life. She drew their clasped hands back, her eyes locked with his. With a scream, she plunged the blade forward, into the mattress next to his shoulder.

She yanked her hands out from beneath his and rolled off of him with a sob. She tried to escape from the bed and run to the washroom, but he looped a thick arm around her waist and pulled her struggling against his warm body. He held her tightly as she fought against him. She was angry. She should have done it. She had the opportunity multiple times to kill him and she’d failed. She had failed. Now Jin would most likely die because of her. Unless she could somehow get to Jin first.

“Shhh, do not be angry,kotenok,” he said soothingly from where he sat behind her. He held her in his lap with her arms crossed in front of her body so she couldn’t do damage to either of them with her powerful punches.

“You don’t understand what this means,” she raged at him, trying to bite his arm. “Will you please let me go! I need to pack. I need to get ready to leave this stupid barge. I have to get back to Japan the moment we dock.”

He stiffened behind her, but didn’t speak. Slowly he released her limbs when she seemed reasonably calm enough to do neither of them harm. She rolled off the bed and began pulling on the first clothes she got her hands on, seemingly heedless of what they looked like. She pulled grey sweatpants on without underwear and a blue tank top. She started stuffing everything that came to hand in her duffel bag, including some of Boris’ clothes.

He stood slowly so as not to startle her and pulled on a pair of boxer briefs. She eyed him suspiciously and continued packing. She edged around him and went into the washroom to grab some of her toiletries. Finally, when she had nothing else to put in her bag, she glanced at him. He was holding a pair of light blue cotton panties out to her on the end of his finger. She snatched them from him and shoved them into her duffel bag.

“You can’t stop me from going,” she snapped defiantly.

He didn’t say anything.

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