Page 13 of Broomsticks and Bloodstains
Inside, her apartment was tiny, cluttered—yet… human. Halloween decor was peppered all over the small space. It was a world away from Popov’s chandeliers and Boris’s polished studies. But I didn’t care about the peeling paint or the stack of unpaid bills on the counter. I cared about the way she looked at me—like she knew I was dangerous and wanted me anyway.
“Maksim—” she started as she turned toward me, but I was already there.
I kissed her because I had to, because not kissing her wasn’t an option. It was as if I didn’t taste her that fucking minute, it would have killed me. She kissed me back with the fierceness that I’d recognized that first night.
When I broke free of the kiss and scraped my teeth along the sensitive flesh of her neck, her head fell back. She clutched the fabric of my jacket like she’d been waiting her entire life for someone to send her up in flames.
We didn’t make it far. Clothes scattered like fallen leaves as we stumbled into her bedroom. With a single glance at the bed that would be much too small for me, I laid her down, her body pressed under mine.
Together we ignited. It was the kind of heat that didn’t ask permission and didn’t promise tomorrow. She was soft where my world was sharp, but she met me as I knew my little kisa would—with teeth and nails and fire.
Needing to taste her, I pushed off and spread her legs as I settled my mouth on her wet cunt. I groaned when my tongue swiped through her, and she cried out my name.
“Maksim!” Her back arched off the bed, and I looped my arms around to hold her where I wanted her. Then, I devoured her.
Her fingers tangled in my hair as she grabbed hold with a punishing grip. She tried to stay quiet, but I was relentless. I didn’t stop until a guttural scream burst free as she came all over my face.
Primally satisfied, I wiped my face with her sheet before prowling back up her voluptuous curves. The dazed wonder in her soft green eyes made me want to beat on my chest.
When I hooked my hand under her knee and lifted her leg, she eagerly reached for my aching length. I took her hand and pinned it above her head. Then I held her gaze as I slowly slid my cock in her still-throbbing pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she gasped when I drove myself deep into her tight sheath.
With each determined thrust, we panted. I stared into her eyes until she closed them. “That won’t do,” I grunted out as I wrapped my hand around her throat and lightly squeezed. “Look at me.”
Her dark lashes lifted and her plump lips parted.
“You watch me as I fuck you. You understand?” I snapped.
“Yes,” she choked out.
“That’s my good little kisa,” I crooned before I lowered my mouth to hers briefly. Just long enough for her to taste herself on my tongue.
Then, for a few stolen hours, I let myself forget who I was.
When dawn bled through the blinds, I slid out of her bed, careful not to wake her. She looked peaceful for the first time since I’d seen her, lashes fanned against her cheeks, already plump lips swollen from my kisses and being wrapped around my cock.
The way I hungrily watched her sleep told me I should have walked away without a second thought. Unable to look away, I pulled on my pants as her perfectly rounded tits rose and fell with each breath.
But my phone buzzed, shattering the quiet.
Konstantin.
I hit the fuck-you button and shoved my phone in my pocket. I’d deal with him later. Quickly and efficiently, I gathered my scattered clothes and finished dressing. My reflection in her bathroom mirror looked the same—same cold eyes, same scar down my jaw—but something in me had shifted.
Ignoring it, I let myself out of her apartment, ensuring the door was locked behind me.
Years of training had me descending without a creak of the ancient stairs. Until my phone vibrated again and the last step groaned at my weight. The door at the bottom of the stairs flew open and a guy stepped out with a scowl. His mouth opened to say something, but when I stopped in front of him, his gaping hole flapped like a fish. Shooting him the look that made better men than him piss themselves, I dared him to say something.
Like I knew he would, he quickly backed into his apartment, slamming the door. I grinned as I heard three locks slide into place. Then I exited the building.
As I walked back to the bar where I’d left my SUV, my phone vibrated for a third time.
I swiped the screen and brought it to my ear.
“You’ve lost your mind,” he said before I could speak. His voice was calm, too calm. “Tell me you didn’t.”
I didn’t answer.
