Page 35 of Bound by Blood

She moaned low in her throat and arched her back downward. Suddenly she felt something cold hit her ass and shrieked in surprise. She twisted around to see him tossing a shampoo bottle over his shoulder.

“Oh god… oh fuck!” she moaned, knowing what would come next and not sure if she could bear it. She reached out to hold onto something, but there was nothing inside the slippery shower. She moaned and bit her lip as she felt his long, thick finger penetrate the barrier of her anal passage. She should have known why he would want her in this position. The man seemed determined to claim every part of her, no matter how she felt on the matter.

She felt lightning ripping through her, from her ass to her pussy and all through her belly as one hell of an orgasm built within her. She was certain that sparks must be flying out from her, despite the constant rain of the shower down on their twisting, thrusting bodies. Then she felt him start to pound her harder and his cock flare to an almost unbearable size within her body. She shrieked from the pressure, between his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass. Orgasm ripped through her, tightening both of her passages around him, strangling his cock and finger until he was coming with her, pumping hot semen deep into her pussy.

Boris held her tightly for a moment before allowing her limp body to slide to the bottom of the shower. He crouched over her, watching her face as she panted and squirmed in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms he had yet given her. He brought his leg up and leaned over her, his semi-hard dick brushing against her hip where she lay prone. He moved strands of wet black hair from her cheek and leaned over to press his lips against the sharp bone of her cheek, then against her ear.

“Never say no to me,kotenok, and we will be happier together in future,” he rumbled, then pushed himself upright. He left the shower stall and dried himself off, all the while watching her carefully.

Laney moved slowly as the blood made its way slowly back to her head. She narrowed her eyes at him and bared her small teeth as she pushed herself up into a sitting position. “Fine. How aboutnyet? Oril rifiuto? Or maybela negativa? How do those work for you?”

“Ah, baby, you make me want to get right back in there with you,” he growled. “Keep talking dirty.”

Laney saw that he was indeed getting hard again and had to stifle a giggle. She dropped her eyes from his naked body and grumbled, “Go get dressed, Godzilla. I’m hungry. Or do you intend to starve me as well as kidnap me?”

He sighed heavily and reached for the door. “You are correct,moykotenok. Dinner will be shortly and I believe you will not be disappointed. We are big eaters in this country.”

When she reentered the bedroom there was a garment bag on the bed. She tightened the towel over her breasts and raised an eyebrow at Boris. He was dressed again and sitting once more in the armchair. She recognized the length and shape of the bag. No freaking way was she going to wear a dress twice in one year. Claudia’s wedding was a good reason. Dinner with two asshole Russian brothers that she’d rather gut like fish than eat with was not a good enough excuse.

“Not happening, Godzilla,” she snapped, shoving the bag off the bed and sitting on the mattress cross-legged, careful to arrange her towel conservatively.

He stood, reaching his ungodly 6’7” slowly, as though reminding her of their size difference. He could easily make her do whatever he wanted.Maybe, she acknowledged silently,but that dress will be in shreds by the time he gets it on me. She’d been training as a Yakuza assassin since the age of five, she could hold her own. At least for a little while.

“We dress for dinner here,kotenok,” he said, reaching for the garment bag and placing it back on the bed next to her. She glanced at it as though it were a snake. “It would please me if you wore this tonight. I chose it myself.”

Laney hugged her knees to her chest and rolled her eyes. “Well then, you have convinced me. How could I disagree with such a convincing argument?”

He reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck before she could roll away from him. She brought her hands up between them, reaching for the pressure point in his neck, but he captured her hands in his massive paw and trapped them between their bodies.

“I will allow you a compromise, my spitting little kitten,” he growled down at her with a grin. He swooped down and captured her lips in a quick, devastating kiss, before releasing her as quickly as he’d grabbed her.

Laney rolled away from him, toward the far side of the bed before he could snatch her again. He had stepped back from the bed though and reached for something she hadn’t seen previously. She watched warily as he lifted leather strapping from the floor beneath the chair he’d been sitting on. Then she gasped in appreciation when she saw that attached to the leather were two gorgeous sheaths. He turned to her and held them out. Like a child that couldn’t help herself, Laney stuck her hands out and looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.

He flashed her a wide-toothed grin and dropped the sheathes into her upturned palms. She quickly smoothed the strapping across her legs and worked out how they would cross over her hips. The blades would sit just below her kidneys so they could be easily hidden beneath clothes if that were her desire. Though for tonight she suspected they were meant to be on display over the dress.

“Where…?” she asked, looking up at him, all previous ire forgotten in her quest to get her hands on a decent weapon again.

“Ah, my love, this is a negotiation, not a hand over,” he said chidingly. “You must wear the dress to get your treat.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits and she glared down at the offensive black garment bag. She knew she was getting the better deal. Besides, weapons put her that much closer to getting out of this place and on her way to rescuing Jin.

She jerked her head in a nod. “I will wear it. Now hand over my blades,” she demanded sticking her hands out.

“Put the dress and sheaths on and I will give you the weapons, my bloodthirstykotenok,” he rumbled and headed for the door. “I will be back in twenty minutes. Do not leave this room without me. Things are not as they should be on my estate. Until I can guarantee loyalty to the last man, I want you safe under lock and key when I cannot be with you.”

She didn’t respond to his demand other than to wrinkle her nose and give the dress another defiant shove away. Mostly because, a) she intended to leave his estate the moment she found a way out and she wasn't promising otherwise, and b) he locked the damn door from the outside anyway.

“Hey, can we negotiate for some guns?” she yelled, jumping off the bed and rushing toward the closed door. She rattled the handle in one hand and banged the palm of her other hand against the wooden panel. “I’d wear earrings or even some make-up if you give me a Glock or… or a SIG… just a little one…”

When she didn’t get a response, she pressed her ear against the door and held her breath so she could hear if he was listening. She heard a deep-throated chuckle and the sound of his light tread on the wooden flooring as he retreated down the hall. Damn! She smacked her hand against the door again and leaned back with a sigh. She could do some damage with the blades he was going to give her, but she could wage all out war with a gun and a few dozen bullets.

She huffily yanked the zipper of the garment bag open while jerking her towel off. She only had twenty minutes to get ready for this stupid formal dinner, which she was pretty sure was going to be awkward as hell. The Grekov twins didn’t seem to be on the best of terms. There was something weird going on there. She’d wondered dozens of times during her time as Claudia’s bodyguard why Boris was exiled to America when he had a vast empire and a chunk of the Bratva waiting for him in Russia. There was that pesky hit out on him if he came back to Russia, but that didn’t seem to stop him now. So what changed? Of course, she hadn't been able to ask because she wasn’t supposed to know about Boris’ background.

“What the fu…?” Laney growled as she pulled a silver demi-cup bra with a chain halter neck and matching panties out of the bag. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and muttered to herself, “Stripper underwear? I should have known you’d be into this stuff, Godzilla.”

She yanked the underwear on, ignoring how well it fit, and pulled the dress out of the bag. It was a royal blue, kimono-style floor length gown that buttoned high on her neck but left her arms bare. It was deceptively modest and simple, except for a slit that went from the floor to mid thigh and would only be revealed when she walked. The leather sheaths criss-crossed her hips like a girdle and only enhanced the beauty of the dress. Or so the keen eyes of an assassin thought.

Laney’s chin lifted and she met the eyes in the mirror. Pain reflected there. She didn’t want to see it because she didn’t know what to do about it. She hated being warm and pampered, about to go to a formal dinner while Jin’s fate was unknown. She knew in her heart that Jin wasn’t dead yet, but she couldn’t bear not knowing if Jin was safe.

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