Page 49 of A Pawn in the Game
She shoots me a sad smile, a drop of liquid falling down her cheek. “A person you couldn’t protect me from.” My brows furrow, so she adds, “Me.”
Blood freezes in my veins. I open my mouth to ask more, but she shushes me. “I don’t want to talk about this now. Please, Luka, make me feel something other than agony.”
I let out a groan, her words snapping something inside of me. My hand slips under the cotton, finding soft hair beneath. She lets out a whimper, and the sound shoots straight to my dick. My eyes find hers, searching for permission, and she gives me a frantic nod, spurring me on. My fingers travel lower, reaching her core. This time, her whimper is louder, and she bucks into my hand.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, the truth of my words hitting me hard. Entranced, I stare at her—her gaze holding me captive in an ironic twist of fate.
Her nails dig into the flesh of my biceps and the sting only makes me harder. I circle her clit, gently at first, then rougher when she grinds her wet pussy over my bruised flesh. One finger plays with her entrance, slipping in and out just an inch. It itches to bury itself deep inside of her, but I’ve taken enough from her, and I don’t want to take more. Not unless she begs me.
“Let me make you feel good,mila.” It’s the least I can do.
She lets out a quivering moan. Her nipples are two stiff peaks, stretching the fabric of her tank top. I lick my lips to stop my tongue from reaching for them. Her eyes sparkle with lust, rather than tears, taking my breath away. I rub her harder, her juices making it easy. Her moans fill the tiny space, growing louder and louder, until she lets go at last.
“Luka,” she whispers, her body trembling before growing limp. She says my name like a song, and I never loved it quite like I do at this moment. My arm wraps around her waist, holding her up as my heart beats a frantic rhythm. She breathes out a “thank you”, and the room narrows.
My dick is still rock hard, my whole-body stiff but the guilt comes rushing back. I bring her out of the bathroom, placing her on the bed, and take the phone out of my pocket, desperately needing to put some distance between us.
“Yeah?” Ivan picks up the phone.
“I need a cleanup…”
He doesn’t even let me finish before saying, “Text me the address.”
“At the club.”
“Anyone I should be sad about?”
I glance at the corpse. “No. Definitely not.”
“Good. I’ll be there soon.”
He ends the call, and I sigh.
“Good thing the floors aren’t carpeted,” Sophie deadpans. Her comment is so unexpected it makes me huff a laugh.
“You want me to grab your clothes?”
She reaches it first, lifting the hoodie before tugging it over her head. As soon as it reaches her head, she thrashes her arms, throwing the hoodie away.
“It smells like him,” she says, her breath quickening.
My chest constricts. “You can get under the covers, then. This will be done soon.”
The knock sounds at the door and her eyes widen. I bite the inside of my cheek.
“It’s Ivan.”
She nods her head quickly and I let Ivan in. He takes one look at the floor and shakes his head at me. He’s carrying a large carpet in one hand and some cleaning supplies in the other.
“I don’t want to hear it,” I mutter.
“I wasn’t planning on saying anything.Ali nadam se da znaš što radiš.” I hope you know what you’re doing.Fuck, would I like to say I do.
He eyes the body for a second, as if it’s another day at the office. It kind of is. Dropping the carpet and the bag of cleaning supplies to the floor, he steps into the bathroom and tears off the shower curtain. With practiced precision, he rolls the corpse into the curtain, before rolling out the carpet and repeating the process.
“Nisam imao izbora,”I say. I didn’t have a choice.
He lowers his chin in understanding. “Care to help me here?” He grabs the carpet holding Zvone’s legs, motioning for me to grab the other end.
