Page 134 of Deadly Knight
It’s comments like this that counter his every claim that he’s reconciled with our past, only instead of running like I did, his balm is different. It’s me, like he’s been saying from the beginning.
Before he gets too deep into the depressing past, I lean up, nudging him with my leg to announce my intention. He goes to roll off me, butoffisn’t what I want, and I keep pushing until he’s flat on his back, me kneeling over him, his cock reaching the deepest parts of me with the new angle.
Hands on his abs, I rotate my hips, the position rubbing at my clit, but in this instance, my pleasure isn’t my focus.
“Don’t think about any of it like that because it gets us nowhere. That’s an order from your therapist.”
The shadows remain in his eyes, but he grins, latching his hands onto my hips, helping me move up and down. “That’s what you are now? As long as your methods are for me alone and no one else.”
I hum, my eyes fluttering shut when my thighs lose some of its strength, my orgasm creeping up again. “You did everything right. Today of all days isn’t a time to think of the past. Only the present.”
The present, where, with my next motion, my pussy clamps on him, my head tipping back as the orgasm wracks me, my hips both slowing and somehow wanting to rock, overwhelmed by the sensation and craving more as I ride it out until the end.
Dimitri doesn’t allow it, his own movements beneath me quickening until he fills me with heat, his claim reaching as far inside me as he can.
He doesn’t let up, taking me through one more orgasm that happens only minutes after, his fingers on my clit this time, before rolling me to the side and tucking me into him, pulling his blanket over us.
“Welcome home,” he whispers.
“I love you.”
I didn’t realizeit was possible to be this happy. So at peace.
There’s only two marks left staining the past. Stains I plan on ridding immediately, starting with a drive into the mountains to the prison.
Katya’s sprawled in bed on her stomach, her arms linked around a pillow in the same way I held her all night. Sweeping her hair from her neck, I press a kiss to the skin there, breathing in the citrus scent I’ll take with me to get through this day.
“Going somewhere?” she mumbles.
“Yeah, and I won’t be back ’til late. Anastasia’s staying around the mansion, and Vanessa will be in and out. Hang with them, if you’d like. Use my laptop to shop for whatever you want for our house. I’ve left my credit card on your nightstand.”
She lifts her head to see the black card. “Why so late?” It comes out whiny and cute, and she rolls to her back, the sheet getting tugged down until her breasts are visible, her body begging me to sayfuck itand climb back into bed.
But if I don’t leave now, I may never, and this is something that needs to end.
“It’s far away, a long drive. You, right here, like this—I flick a finger over a nipple—“is why I’ll rush. In fact, don’t leave this bed. Stay like this for me.”
“Something for the Bratva?”
The last thing I want is to lie, especially when she’s been understanding what it means for me to work within the organization, so I don’t, without telling her the truth either.
“Something personal. I’ll explain later.”
“Okay.” Her gaze tells me it isn’t okay, but I bend over her to kiss her. “Well, good luck.”
I won’t need luck. Just sanity.
Ivan’s huddledin the furthest corner of his cell, his legs drawn up, the thin prison-issued uniform threadbare and too short on his ankles, and his bare feet without any protection. His skin shows dirt marks beneath the many goosebumps. Unshaven, I hardly recognize him when he lifts his head.
My father glares at me from his place on the cool ground of his cell. It reeks like piss and mould in here, the frigid temperature barely warm enough to keep him alive. The music has been shut off at my entrance, and though I haven’t been subjected to it, the silence in the small space feels deafening and echoey at the same time.
“So,” he starts, his voice grating and dry from lack of hydration and use, “you’ve returned.”
I reach into my pocket and retrieve the USB stick, holding it up for him to see. He stares for a second before his cracked lips spread in a sick grin as he recognizes it.
“Now, how did you get that? It was left with Mikhail and Andrei. They enjoyed seeing your slut getting fucked.”
“You had it filmed. You’re disgusting.”
