Page 89 of Lethal Alliance

“I’m going to enjoy fucking you while he watches.” His voice is hoarse, his breath coming in short pants.

I try not to tremble with fear.Is he going to rape me?

I desperately want to run, but there’s nowhere to go, and Masha is still asleep on the floor behind me.

“You look like your mother, do you know that?” He unbuckles his belt, his eyes locked onto my breasts. “I bet you like it rough like she does, too.”

Fear and revulsion choke my throat, along with a sickening sense of inevitability.

I have to do something. I can’t just sit here and wait like some useless victim.

“I thought your boss, Fedorov, said you couldn’t touch us.” My voice sounds like it’s coming from someone else.

I’m surprised it still works at all.

“Ha.” Orlov unzips his pants and reaches inside them. “Fedorov isn’t my boss. Not anymore. Not now that Petrovsky and I are working together. And besides, Fedorov isn’t here, is he?” He pulls out his cock, shaking the limp mass in front of my face. “Look at it,” he grunts.

I’m frozen, barely able to breathe, let alone move. I’ve never felt more sick or terrified in my life. I know there’s nowhere to run and no way to fight him off. He’s more than twice my size and clearly drunk out of his mind.

If I was on my own, I could at least try to dodge him.

But not while Masha is tucked behind me. I’m not leaving her, not even for a moment. There’s no way I’m going to risk Orlov getting his hands on my little sister.

If Darya survived years under his knife, then I can survive this.

It’s almost as if I can feel her here, with me, sense her quiet strength.

Darya never gave up.

Orlov never broke her, no matter what he did. He didn’t break Alexei, even after he cut his eye out.

He won’t break me either.

“Open your eyes!” Orlov’s command is hoarse, the sound of his hand slapping his own flesh sickening. I force myself to look up.

“Yes!” His fat tongue pokes between his teeth, his hand moving faster, but his member is still limp and lifeless. I might never have seen a naked man in the flesh before, but even I know what an erection should look like. “Gonna fuck that pretty little mouth,” he grunts, pushing his groin closer to my face. “Gonna make you suck me like the fucking whore you are—”

I’m bracing myself, trying not to gag, when suddenly Orlov goes still. His mouth opens, and his eyes go blank with shock and confusion. A moment later they close, his body sagging limply against the tall, unsmiling figure behind him. Alexei lowers Orlov’s bulk to the floor, his lone eye icily furious, his mouth a thin line.

“Dima,” he says in a low, quiet voice. The door to our cell opens, and the guard pokes his head in, his face grim and wary. “Get him upstairs.” Alexei nods at Orlov’s prone figure. “Tell them he fell on the stairs. I’ll wait ten minutes before I switch the code on the camera feed.”

“What about the guard who was in here?”

“Dead.” Alexei says it dispassionately. “His body is hidden in that end tunnel. We’ll need to get rid of it before dawn.”

Dima nods, as if there’s nothing at all strange about what Alexei has just said. He lifts Orlov’s body as easily as if it’s a sack of potatoes and closes the door behind him.

“Th-thank you.” My voice is barely audible. I’m suddenly freezing cold, trembling so badly my teeth actually chatter.

Alexei kneels down a few feet away, but doesn’t try to touch me. “Did he hurt you?”

I shake my head, biting my lip in an effort to gain control of myself.

“’Felia.” Masha’s head pokes up under my arm, her face white and frightened. “Is the bad man gone?”

Oh, God. She was awake.

I pull her close to me. “He’s gone,myshka.It’s alright. I’m fine. We’re fine.” I stroke her head, murmuring to her quietly, trying to steady my voice. Masha clings to me, her head buried in my side. Her thumb creeps up to her mouth, and I close my eyes briefly in an effort to stop a hot rush of tears.

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