Page 54 of Voracious

Trailing my fingers up her spine until I reach her nape, I pull her head back, unable to withstand the torture. My eyes are on anyone who could approach, searching for a threat while my lips give her everything she needs to know.

“If you want me to fuck you, it will never be in front of a bunch of cunts who don’t deserve to see your pleasure.”

All my rules leave when it comes to my hellion.

I hate the thought of anyone fucking seeing her, having her smiles, or the little cute things she does that make me want to surrender my soul over to her in exchange for one more day in her presence. But she takes over anyone’s game and makes it her own, her exterior doesn’t match the sweet, innocent voice in my ear.

“Don’t say things like that.”

There’s no fear as she softens her hands on me, to everyone else we’re in the middle of verbal foreplay or confirmation of dynamics, not the most important conversation of my life.

I lower my voice, so we’re not overheard and give her my full attention as I hold her waist with my free hand.

“Like what?”

She smooths her other hand up my chest and holds on to my shoulder, her fingers tapping one by one as she guts me.

“Like you care.”

Her contacts are fucking with her vision if she thinks I don’t. I don’t point that out and relax my hold on her nape.

“If you think I don’t care about you, I’ve fucked up in showing you.”

I don’t expect her to do anything, I know what I’d like her to do, but will I fuck be another person that takes her life away before she gets a chance to grab it.

She absentmindedly walks her fingers across my back and turns her head to press her lips to my cheek. I’m frozen to my seat and have the urge to cup the spot to keep the warmth there. A hand moves in my periphery that should not be fucking reaching for my hellion and I pull her closer with one arm banded around her back as I grab the cunt’s wrist. The sleazy little prick yelps in pain and I don’t stop squeezing until it gives way under the pressure.

Sliding out from under Ana, I keep her behind me as I go to get rid of the cunt. No one gets to fucking touch her. Ever. She’s worth more than his life, than anyone’s. He falls to his knees as I apply more pressure to his wrist, and I keep pulling until I’ve dragged him over the booth. He was too close, I didn’t even notice him, and he could have touched her. His crown knocks into the table and stamping on his throat makes me feel slightly better. It doesn’t stop the rage of the entitled fuck thinking he had any right to touch her. It may be a sex club but there are rules.

The first and most important rule of life being no one will ever lay a finger on Ana.

My perfect violent hellion grabs the back of my waistband, taking out my knife, ready for anything as always. Such a sweetheart. I’m in the process of picking the fucker up when meatheads surround us, and Ana retracts her hand. She moves her fingers in a pattern against my back, up, diagonal down, up then a circle,N O, and I let him go. She needs this opportunity, it’s the closest she’s got to finding Nina, and I won’t fuck it up for her, so I swipe his wallet to deal with him later as I send Tali the description of the pervert’s mask.

I love the way her mind works, she’s so fucking clever and manages to tell me what she’s doing without saying a word as she draws an arrow on my back, pointing in the direction of the private rooms. There’s a group walking deeper into the darkened hallway, the women in the middle are shielded so I can’t see their arms and they’re new patrons with mirror faceplates instead of masks. Ana is single minded as she stares in their direction and even with her face covered I know it will be lifeless because she’s so focused.

Standing taller so the meatheads don’t notice her slip away, I angle my body, covering the direction she’s leaving in. This cunt is getting the worst possible death for making us break apart, myheart is racing, and she’s only just left. It doesn’t mean shit that Ana is a fighter, I don’t want her to fight, I want that ability to be a surprise even to herself because I’ll be the one doing it on her behalf.

The dickheads I’m assuming are security in front of me don’t notice shit as I stuff my hands in my pockets and send the alert to Tali so he knows his sister is alone. His need to be close to Ana is going to pay off and I follow the security as they go to teach me shit I’m better at than them. They’re not very good if the fucker went to touch what isn’t his and if someone else tries in the moments I’m away from my hellion then I’m not going to be responsible for the shit I do.

Ana’s dress sparkles in the low light as she hides in the corner of the hallway, her eyes fixed on me, the beauty. Seeing I’m physically fine doesn’t make her move, she’s hesitating between everything she’s been searching for when I don’t need help.I can take a beating to buy my woman time, I’d take hundreds if it helps her. Her sanity is held together by the single thread of her goal. If she doesn’t find Nina she will break, which I refuse to witness again and it’s selfish but there are very few things I give a fuck about, and Ana has put herself at the top of that short list.

Copying her move of drawing an arrow, I feign itching my cheek, hoping she moves before we get closer. If these cunts see her, she won’t be able to check for Nina. If they lay a fucking finger on her, I’ll turn this place into a bloodbath. My clever hellion moves finally and disappears down the hallway in time not to be seen by them.

As long as I focus on Ana, I can force my body to stay still. It’s been decades of never having to stop myself fighting back. I get all of my pent-up rage from life out in the cage but if I remember her joy when she looks at her stickers, I can be the idiot kid who was too afraid to pick up his hands again. Stepping into the security room as the meatheads move to stand guard either side,my lips fight to curve up with two Cosa Nostra Made Men in front of me. One of them is the heir’s son and the little fuckers are in territory they shouldn’t be, whatever happens, they’ll be my get-out-of-jail-free card.

TWENTY-TWO

Ana

My feet don’t want to move but Dima told me to.

What if he gets hurt?

He has a knife in his waistband, he’ll be okay. He can fight, I’ve seen him.

I’m better though, I’d make sure they don’t get too close.

I’ll check their arms from a distance and go back to get him.

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