Page 69 of Voracious

Every thrust is met with a roll of her hips.

Her nails score across my skin as I fuck her harder and my name vibrates through her throat as she tenses and locks her knees into my sides. Flipping her on her back because I need those eyes on me when I come, she stares up at me half lidded with a dopey smile. My hold on her neck is pushing her into the sheets but there’s nothing other than that fucking smile and her fingertips gently grazing across my chest and abs as I bury myself inside her, hating the barrier. Grinding my hips into her so those rubber bumps are directly on her clit as my body erupts, she locks her legs around my waist to keep me in and shudders under me.

I catch myself on my forearms beside her head when my knees go weak and wait to breathe normally again. Fuck, my heart is racing, and my tongue is heavy with everything I’mtrying to keep back. Ana wraps her arms around my middle, it’s not tight enough to pull me closer and she’s still shaking. Her lips brush my chest, right over the organ she’s taken over.

She’s killing me, and I will never survive her.

I use the little energy I have left to scoop her up and slowly turn on to my back. She’s cute as fuck and grumbles sleepily as I pull out and get rid of the condom. Her exhaustion carries through her voice as she nuzzles against me.

“Dima?”

Humming as I kiss her crown, she pats my chest in the same way she does when she’s soothing herself.

“You’re my favorite person.” I don’t have time to react to her words as the next part comes around a yawn. “Don’t get stabbed again.”

My laugh is soundless, blowing across her hair as I pull the sheets up, so she doesn’t get cold and keep her hugged to me. My sweet hellion. There’s no chance I’m surviving her, I will go to the depths of hell and back before she’s ever taken from me.

I press my lips to her forehead and watch the apples of her cheeks rise as I slowly slip out from the covers. “Stay here, krasotka, I’m going to clean you up.”

There’s a small murmur but she doesn’t move as I go to the bathroom and run a washcloth under hot water. This fucking woman, murderous and violent, is tucked in our bed with a smile on her face that I can’t imagine a day without. I need her in my life and I’m self-aware enough to know what the emotion is inside of me, but I can’t risk her not being here with me, so I refuse to tell her as much as it makes me a coward.

1 I could live off your taste, my little fox.

2 And I’m yours.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Dima

Ana’s head is tipped back, her face blank and eyes closed as she does her psycho meditation listening to her book on the drive to whatever the fuck we’ll find in the house she and Stasya have found in their online checks. A boot hits my ankle as Vlad raises an eyebrow, childish cunt, he’s nearly forty and kicking my ankle, his daughter is a toddler and more mature than the prick is currently acting.

He keep his voice low, so Ana or Stasya don’t hear from the front cab as he brings up a topic I’ll never fucking discuss with him.

“You love her?”

He’s phrasing it as a question but there’s a knowing look in his eye. Nodding to himself, he drops his voice to the one that makes people piss themselves.

“I looked after your sister, don’t forget that when it comes to mine.” Fixing his mask in place, he becomes a void then continues, “And she’ll always be a Vartanova. Don’t get any ideas that she’ll change her name for you.”

Dickhead.

I don’t give a fuck about his threat, Ana is my family first, not his, I’ve already told her she’s taking my name. As soon as my woman has got everything she needs from the world I’m taking us away from it, there’ll be no chasing sick cunts hoping Nina is with them or having to see her face fall when she’s not found.

Her chin dramatically drops to her chest as we pull to a stop away from the edge of the property. My hellion is in her element, but she smiles at me over her shoulder before fitting her mask over her face. Searching for my own, the dickhead beside me presses his darker-than-black gloved hand against my chest and orders, “You’re driving, Stasya is going in.”

I’m about to argue when he waits for the others to get out and his calculating mind comes out.

“You’re no good when you’re not focused, watch her from here instead of getting yourself killed.”

It’s the closest Vlad has ever come to caring about someone and I don’t argue. This way I’ll be able to see exactly where she is, and I’ll be in her ear, but my heart is pounding. One on however many restrained victims when she’s torturing is fine, Ana isn’t at risk. This is a bunch of cunts who sell children, they’re not going to bring out a cake and balloons on their arrival.

My leg rocks, fucking with my gait as I climb behind the wheel. She won’t get hurt, she’s a hellion, and disappears into the dark clad in the darkest material that I can’t even make out where she is.

Reminding myself of every single fight or torture I’ve witnessed at her hands over the years doesn’t help. A knife v guns isn’t good odds. My mind is working out every single thing they could use to pre-empt what we’re doing.

Night-vision goggles, heat detectors, sensors on the property line.

My heart pauses its rhythm as I watch the grainy green and black footage as she moves closer. My ears are fucking with me,no one ever makes a noise but there’s a faint hum. Pressing the controls to increase the volume as high as it can go, my lips curve up at the humming. It’s coming from Ana’s mic pack — my little hellion is humming to herself.

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