Page 87 of A Pawn in the Game
He stretches me even more in this position and I can barely breathe with him inside. Removing the hand from the wall, he grabs my ass roughly, in a way that will surely leave fingerprints on my skin.
“Yes,” I breathe out. I want him to mark me.
I feel every inch as he rocks me up and down on his cock.
“So fucking tight. So wet,” he says, placing his forehead on mine.
We stare at each other as he hits the magical spot inside of me, the adrenaline turning to lust in my veins. It heats and sizzles and, thrust after thrust, my moans get louder, echoing off the bathroom walls. He brings his body even closer to mine and the new angle makes my clit rub on his stomach.
“I love you,mila,” he whispers, and I scream, lights exploding in front of my eyes.
My toes curl and my teeth bite into my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He fucks me through my orgasm before reaching his with a loud groan. His hips freeze as his cock twitches inside of me, filling me with his cum.
Just as our breathing settles, he glances up, eyes wide with panic. “We need to get the hell out of here.”
I know he said it twice before, but this was the firsttime it made sense. I nod, and he lowers me to my feet, lifting my leggings.
He plants a quick kiss on my lips, just enough to get the butterflies in my stomach going before saying, “Grab your stuff.” He lifts his gun to exit the bathroom.
Most of my stuff is here in the bathroom, so I take the bag and throw it all inside. A loud crash comes from the main room. I freeze mid motion, taking a deep breath to collect myself.
Should I look or close myself in here?
What if they do something to Luka?
Deciding in an instant, I pop my head out to check it out.
Besides the already dead body bleeding out on the floor, there’s another, much larger body next to it. Luka lowers his hand with the gun in it.
“He’s not dead,” he tells me.
“I wouldn’t care if he were,” I respond truthfully. One of Toma’s men is hardly on the list of people I care about. But I guess Luka only hit him with the gun.
“This’ll be better. He’ll spread the story of how I killed Uncle and ran away with you.”
“Won’t everybody think you’re a traitor, then?”
“They will. But since I’ll be gone, I’m sure Leon will figure things out.”
“I might be in shock, but that doesn’t make any sense.”
“You have a better idea?” He looks back at me.
Do I?“They should think it was the Russians.” His brow furrows, so I continue, “That way, your family will have a common enemy to unite against, rather than your brother having to justify your betrayal. And you’ll have a chance to go back one day.”
“I told you already. I don’t care about going back.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. “Then do this for me.”
He dips his head. “Get back to the bathroom. This won’t be pretty.”
My feet carry me to the bathroom, but my mind is stuck on him. I’m not used to this. My dad gambled with my life. Twice. But Luka would give everything up, just for me.
A gunshot fires, making my breath catch in my throat.
Not a minute passes before Luka pokes his head in the bathroom. “Let’s go.”
He takes my elbow and rushes me out. My eyes travel across the room I’ve spent so much time in. The room I hated at first. The room I’ve grown to feel more comfortable in than in my own home. Now it’s adorned with two dead bodies. My gaze lands on Toma’s stomach, now bare but decorated with letters written in blood.
