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Just a touch on my clit and he’d send me over the edge. He knows it too, teasing my nipples, kissing my neck, and paying no attention to my neglected pussy.
Finally, I feel him tense and lean forward. His hand finds my swollen bud and I explode, shaking against him, barely able to hold myself up, my mouth forming a silent scream around the wad of my panties. His teeth graze against my neck and he suppresses his grunt by sucking and biting at my neck.
I collapse back against him, panting, and he pulls my panties from my mouth. His fingers are soft on my face, trailing over my cheekbone and down between my lips.
I clean my juices from Viktor’s fingers and my eyes flutter shut. I’m so spent and exhausted that I barely remember how much danger we’re in.
But Viktor’s a professional. He doesn’t forget.
He tenses before I’ve even clocked the new noises in the distance.
Deep voices. Russian.
He gently moves me off his lap and gets out of the sleeping bag. I’m still breathing hard. He props me up in the corner and kisses me frantically, all over my face. My eyelids, my lips, my temples, the tip of my nose, as though he’s trying to memorize every line.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he promises, but I feel adrift the second he walks out into the blizzard. With no warm Viktor to cuddle, the shed is painfully cold.
CHAPTER 33
VIKTOR
THEYWON’TFIND Lisette.
I stomp through the knee-deep snow, checking the magazine of bullets slung over my shoulder and loading my gun.
The balaclava over my face keeps out some of the biting cold. Hopefully, it also conceals my identity enough that they don’t detect that it’s me.
As soon as they lay eyes on me, they’ll know Lisette is close.
I don’t care if I have to kill every one of Semyon’s loyal dogs. I just have to hope that with hundreds of bullets I can be distraction enough that they never find her.
I mow down a pair of guards patrolling the bottom of the hill, thanking the night-vision scope on my rifle. They hadn’t even seen me, and they drop silently into the snow.
They must know she’s close, but I push that thought out of my head. There’s no point in being fatalistic.
In a battle like this, all I can do is survive. And hope that I bring enough of these bastards down with me to stop them finding her.
From the rise we climbed, I survey the scene in front of me. It’s illuminated now and again by flashes of machine-gunbullets, but otherwise it’s pitch black.
What I can see is chaos. I’ve been organizing the coup, and even I can’t tell who’s on my side and who’s on Semyon’s side.
To make matters worse, the revving engines in the distance tell me that the Irish are getting close. If the other mobs didn’t know where Lisette was before, they definitely do now.
A skirmish between two halves of the Bratva will attract every vulture in the city. It’s an ominous situation. I can’t see it ending well for anyone.
The wind is bitterly cold. The snow is still falling sideways in biting icy chunks.
I trudge halfway down the hill and take my position behind a tree, glad of the rifles I stripped from the guards who came after us. You can never have enough bullets when chaos reigns.
The fight is spreading up to meet me, but I’ll try to keep this side hemmed in.
There’s one mission in my mind: keep them away from the forest where she’s hidden.
My hands are getting numb from the cold as the fight spreads across the field to meet me. Things are getting chaotic now.
I almost miss a fighter who attacks me from behind, failing to notice him until his hands are at my throat. He hadn’t seen the knife in my hand.
I stab through the layers of insulated fabric until I feel the knife slice through skin. He gasps and releases me, stepping back with blood gushing from his thigh.
