Page 53 of Voracious

1 You don’t know how precious you are.

TWENTY-ONE

Dima

Ana never takes long to get ready but she’s decided to today when I thought she’d be impatient to leave and look for Nina. I pace at the bottom of the stairs to waste time and to stop myself from rushing her. My head snaps up at the click of heels. Ana doesn’t wear heels; she always wears boots because she enjoys kicking the shit out of people.

But that’s exactly what she’s wearing now. Sky high fuck me heels with a short as fuck dress, all of her tattoos are covered, and she still has contacts in. The only two things that could make the image more fucking perfect are covered. Every cunt in the place is dying whether we find Nina or not.

I’ve seen her dressed up before, I don’t know why it’s fucking with my head and rendering me an idiot. That was before she started eating properly, stopped skipping meals to pay for whatever information she needed, now there’s color in her cheeks and her features aren’t as sharp. They’re still striking, but not unhealthy.

Fuck me, she’s stunning. In both senses of the word as she pulls a taser out of her bag in her search for something. She doesn’t notice that I’m dumbstruck as she finds what she needsand stops at the bottom step to pass me a compact with a sponge. She turns, speaking over her shoulder in a normal tone because I’m the only one who’s fucked.

“Can you cover the one on my back, I can’t reach it.”

I’m a grown ass fuck in my thirties sweating over my hand touching something that’s going to touch her skin.

What in the actual fuck is wrong with me?

Following her instructions when I’m incapable of having any control over myself, I cover Ana’s forced tattoo. The sight of it has me turning rigid. Fucking cunts, no one should have marked her, especially with that fucking shit, she’s pure in all senses of the word.

I could see her being a Vor, there’s authority when she speaks and her mind is mesmerizing.

“You need to cover yours, and I got you contacts.”

I can’t think because she’s touching me, her fingers are under mine as she covers my tattoos and I’m nervous as fuck. I must look dopey when she stares at me and gives me the smallest insight to her observation of me.

“You have silver eyes, they’re rare, only 2-3% have them so you have to cover them.”

All I heard is I’m rare as my hellion leaves my fingers free of the makeup/paint she’s putting on my hands. Eyes freak me the fuck out, and touching them feels weird as fuck, but I force myself to do it. She’s right, obviously, anyone who notices Bratva tattoos will run back to the cunt Yulia, and they’ll know Ana is close. Blinking once the contacts are in everything looks hazy, is this how she sees the world? One step removed because of how darkly saturated the films are.

Once my eyes have adjusted, the adorable hellion scrunches her nose up and declares, “I don’t like them on you.”

Now she knows a fraction of how I feel every time she blinks, and I don’t see her true eyes. She takes my hands againand finishes covering the marks on my fingers. Her touch is so delicate, it’s a contradiction to the violence I’ve seen her carry out, and her eagerness to leave is there under her skin, so I don’t make us wait to keep staring at her.

I didn’t think this shit through. It’s a four-hour drive with Ana in a short-as-fuck dress that has the entire expanse of her legs out when she sits in the passenger seat. Shrugging out of my jacket, I cover her legs and give a bullshit excuse.

“Just so you don’t get cold.”

And so, I don’t get distracted and kill us.

I hope she doesn’t move it, I’m not her parent and she’s not a child that can be told what to wear, but any cunt who looks at her is going to die a painful death.

The alien audio porn comes on and she sits back, oblivious to my mental torment, I’d be sure she’s doing this shit on purpose if it wasn’t for the fact she’s genuinely entertained with her eyes closed. My mother had a jewelry box with a little ceramic ballerina that would twirl around as the music played, its head tipped back, and eyes closed lost to the preordained rhythm. I’d watch it for hours, never closing the lid so I could see it rotate until my father came home — Ana inspires a much more potent version of that same awe.

Her phone buzzes and she grits her teeth as she pauses her alien porn and curses her brother.

“Tali is a dickhead too.” I hum in the hopes it gets her to speak more and she offers it easily as she jabs the screen with her thumbs, muting his contact. “He’s annoying and disturbed me when he’s literally behind us, the freak.”

I forget about him and I roll the window down to stick my middle finger up behind me. It’s going to be easier to kill everyone with a helper so at least he has a use.

I’m goingto hell for many reasons but the one thing that could pull me up to the pearly gates is the fact I’ve got a woman I wish was mine sat on my thigh in the middle of a sex club and my hands aren’t anywhere indecent. None of the fuckers going at it are of interest, it’s the masked beauty in front of me as Ana scans the crowds.

Her lips brush my ear as she leans into me, giving her instruction. “Nina has the bottom half of her left arm amputated, look at their arms.”

I hold her tighter at the thought of what must have happened to lead to that, and my hellion returns the gesture, stroking along my shoulders until she’s wrapped around me. She moves slowly, her lips nearly skimming mine until they touch my cheek and any hope I built up is burnt to ash with her whisper. “We’re being watched.”

Because we’re the only people in a sex club not fucking or touching ourselves.I’m not going to fuck her in front of a bunch of cunts to stroke one out to, but Ana has different ideas and I focus on the sight of bodies I don’t want to see naked to try and stop my own reacting as she straddles me and lays her head on my shoulder so she can still see. The low lights hide the fact my dick isn’t out as she grinds down. It’s bullshit, she’s not doing this out of lust but necessity, so we don’t get caught.

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