Page 96 of A Pawn in the Game
And so I do. I pump into her with deep, punishing thrusts, filling the room with her moans.
“Fuck, Luka, yes!” she screams.
“Squeeze me,mila. Squeeze my cock.”
She obeys right away, cutting off whatever blood supply was left to my brain. Her eyes flutter shut, but that won’t do.
“Look at me.Look at me while I’m taking you.”
Her eyes snap open, and I press my mouth to her nipples, swirling the hard nubs. I trace her collarbone with my tongue, savoring the salt on her skin. I make my way over her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Finally, I press my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound with my kisses.
Her back arches off the bed and I slip my arm underneath her, pulling her flush to me. Just as her tight heat becomes too much to handle, she trembles underneath me. Her thighs wrap around me tightly, mimicking her pussy that’s clenching me like a vise. The sensation is too good, too perfect to stop my impending orgasm. It shakes through me, starting from the base of my spine, and climbing its way up the rest of my body. No cell is left intact from the earthquake of my release.
At some point, I lower my head to her sweat-slicked chest, reveling in the beat of her heart. It’s rushed, giving no signs of slowing down. I wouldn’t want it to slow down. I want her frantic heartbeat forever.
“Fuck, it’s hot,” she mutters, and a deep laugh rumbles out of me. I scoot to the side, letting her catch a breath.
“Good thing we’re leaving in a few days,” I respond.
“Yeah…” She doesn’t sound convinced.
“You know that won’t change a thing? We’ll do what we need and get back to our own life.”
“Here?”
“Wherever you want to.”
“I think I want to visit Croatia… and your mother’s grave.”
My throat grows tight. “Then that’s what we’ll do.”
CHAPTER 46
Sophie
It’s been five days since my software located my dad. Five long, nail-biting days where Luka and I had to organize every single detail of our plan. It wasn’t easy, considering all of Luka’s buddies thought he was MIA. Luckily, he has enough experience with this, and enough money to buy people’s silence. And since we’re both currently out of our jobs, this has helped to keep us from clawing our eyes out with boredom. There’s only so much sex we can have before it turns painful, so we desperately needed a new hobby.
But now, the time has come. We walk down the stairs of the rented plane and onto the tarmac. My stomach churns with nerves. I’d love to say it’s just the flying, but the whole thing is nerve-wracking.
Luka takes my hand, the warmth of it sending soothing waves up my arm. Hades and Alan trot behind us, my other hand busy with their collars. The air is different here. I can’t smell the salt, just thick, heavy smog. It’s also much colder, and though I’m wearing a warm jacket, my sun-kissed skin still prickles with newfound coldness.
“Home, sweet home,” Luka mutters, making me giggle.
Alan barks, as if to confirm his words. The dogsmust appreciate a change in the weather more than I do. I lower to a squat and cuddle my furry babies before Luka takes their collars and walks them to a stern-looking older woman. Her strict features relax as soon as the dogs reach her, and the tension within me releases. Her doggy babysitting services cost about as much as a month’s rent, but her reviews promise she’s discreet, professional, and the animals love her.
Luka walks back to me, his eyes full of love. “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I sigh.
He squeezes my hand in comfort, and I exhale a deep breath. A large, dark, armored car is already waiting for us, with the key in the ignition. The flight attendant brings our stuff out from the plane and Luka tosses them into the trunk of the car. Even though we packed everything we own, our everyday possessions are just a tiny part of our luggage. Most of it is guns.
Luka taught me to shoot in the Bahamas, but I still don’t understand why so many of them were necessary.
As if reading my mind, he closes the trunk, commenting, “You never know how many guns you’re going to need.”
I roll my eyes playfully and get inside the car. We ride in silence through the outskirts of the city to an abandoned warehouse we recently acquired. He parks in the back so we’re not visible from the road and starts unpacking the car.
I cross my arms in front of my chest, eyeing the building. “Now this is home, sweet home.”
