Page 87 of Voracious

My hellion tucks her chin to her chest, hunches her shoulders forward and pretends to ride me without any enjoyment. I can feel the air charge with the attention it’s getting. It intensifies when she shudders, pretending to sob, and there’s a fist around my heart, killing me. The normal reaction coming from the tables surrounding us makes sense, why would you fuck someone when they get no pleasure? But the three cunts hiding in the shadows like it.

Fucking someone is about mutual pleasure. I get off on seeing how Ana comes undone, her breaths coming faster, her moans and the way she stares like the universe has opened up. This shit isn’t for me, even people who enjoy causing pain or receiving it wouldn’t want this. It’s about power over another person and knowing they hate it.It’s about pain and ego, notpleasure and release. I need her pleasure to feel some sanity and press my fingers over her panties.

“When we get home, you’re going to come for me until you feel like you’re going to pass out.”

I might make her pass out anyway, hit a new count on the clicker so I can remove this shit from my memory. The softest moan floats through the bottom of her mask and I can feel her pulse speed up against my hand, so I only focus on her.

“Then, you’re going to give me more, aren’t you, lisichka?”

Her whine is adorable and we’re both struggling to maintain the act.

“You’re making it hard.”

Good. She makes me hard every second of the day.

I force a normal conversation as I stroke her neck with my thumb, instead of throwing her over my shoulder and getting the fuck out of here like I want to.

“What did I miss in your new book?”

She’s been too tired to play them before bed and Val’s meddling has meant I don’t have my usual snippets through the day.

“The human ship found the planet and Sawyer’s boyfriend found her with Lekar.”

Fuck, she’s soaking through her panties. She doesn’t say anything more and her eyes are fixed on the private doors as the three fuckers walk through them.The woman turns, giving the room one last glance and her face is purposefully bland. There’s nothing striking about her features, they’re all smoothed as though she’s been designed to be unmemorable.

I hate how I tense, knowing I’m going detest Ana’s idea before it even leaves her mouth.

“Pretend I’ve passed out and leave me alone in one of the rooms.”

Fuck no. My hand tightens around her throat, not to hurt her, to keep the hellion with me.

“I can do it, please, Dima.”

Dragging her head back until it’s resting on my shoulder, my anger looks like it’s directed at her rather than on her behalf.

“If someone touches you, fucking breathes the same air as you, I will become a bigger psycho than you and all of your family combined.”

I can’t leave her when I don’t know who the threat is, but my hellion whispers sweet murder as she tries to turn, and her mask brushes my jaw. “I’ll kill them, I promise, you’ll watch and if anyone comes in, we’ll do it together.” She deflates and begs, “Please, I need to find her.”

Her sanity is tied up with Nina’s location, I can’t take it away from her. Standing without saying anything, I pull her dress down and grab her hand, roughly pulling her towards those bastard doors. What my woman wants she gets, even if it’s going to kill me in the process.

My eagerness isn’t to get inside her, it’s to get the fuck out of this fucking place so I can erase what’s going to happen from my memory. She stays in step with me and squeezes my hand, even in a situation like this she’s cute as fuck. The door she chooses is the one in the shadows, the one furthest away from the normal people who won’t even have a thought of entering when she’s passed out. I push her against the door as soon as we enter and I’m about to lift her mask when she hardens her eyes and whispers, “Cameras.”

How hard would it be to cover up a massacre? It can’t be that difficult, if I get caught I could always plead insanity, but then Ana would be doing this shit alone.

Our masks knock against each other as I grab her throat and speak against her ear.

“Tell me you’re mine, that you won’t let them touch you. Tell me you’ll kill them all, lisichka.”

I’m begging, I don’t give a fuck, I can’t walk out of here, leaving her alone. She presses her neck harder into my hand, easily agreeing with each point as she wrecks me.

“You’re my best friend, I trust you.” But my sweet hellion has to fuck with me further. “Throw me on the bed and wrap both hands around my neck, I’ll pretend to pass out. I know you won’t hurt me.”

The action hits too close to a memory.She softens and pretends to push against my chest as she pulls the shit out of my head.

“You’re not him, you won’t do it really, it’s just pretend, remember?”

I don’t move and sadness fills her voice. “It’s okay, you don’t have to, I’m sorry.”

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