Page 56 of Dark Deviant

And among all the images from today’s attack is Dima’s smirking face. Fuck, I want to pummel so many damn people right now. But instead of putting a fist through someone’s throat, the best I can do right now is drown my rage in booze.

I struggle to my feet, swallowing a groan when a sharp pain slices into my back. Next time, I need to cushion the wall with some pillows, or else I’m gonna end up in traction. A contented sigh slips from Daniela’s bow-shaped lips. It makes me smile, and for a split second, I forget.

Leaning over, I place her in the center of the thick blankets and tuck one of her baby dolls in next to her. I run my finger down the side of her cheek. The attachment I feel for Daniela is beyond anything I can put into words. It’s like I’ve known her forever, and looking into her big brown eyes and smiling face, I know without a doubt that I would lay my life down for her in a heartbeat.

Without another look at Larysa, I walk out of the bedroom, head straight for the kitchen freezer, and pull out a bottle of vodka. I pull off the top and take a long swig straight from the bottle. The clear liquid goes down like water. I slam the bottle onto the marble countertop. Tentative feet pad down the hallway.

I glare at her when she stops in front of me. Her face is scrubbed clean of the streaked makeup, hair pulled back into a ponytail. But nothing can erase the sadness and dejection glimmering in the depths of her eyes.

I’m supposed to be the protector, the one who eliminates threats. That’s my job, the only one that matters. And yet, I’m the reason why the threats keep piling against us.

I’m an idiot for thinking an excess of vodka would dilute that fact.

“I let revenge consume me.” My voice shakes with fury. “I lost control of myself when my mother was killed. I should have stopped it and I fucking failed. Enemies are ready to strike, and they’re coming so fast and from so many directions, I don’t know where to look first.”

I stalk around the kitchen island and grab a fistful of Larysa’s hair. She gasps, her eyes popping open wide, fear quickly extinguishing the sadness. “You’re the only thing I have control of right now, Larysa. The one fucking thing.”

My other hand closes around her throat, tight enough to feel her pulse throb against her neck. I grit my teeth, sparks of fury crackling deep inside of me

“You knew there was a threat, and you kept it from me.”

Her hands fly up to her neck. She tries to peel my fingers away, but my grip is too tight. “I never thought something like this would ever happen.”

I press my chest against her. “You will never fucking keep anything from me ever again, do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her voice shudders.

“I need to show you how fucking serious I am. What’s at stake if you keep things from me.” I back her against the couch, flipping her around so her ass is puckered in the air, begging for the sting of my palm against it. I slide her shorts to her ankles and smack the plump globe of her ass.

Adrenaline floods my insides, a thick fog of carnal desire settles around me. The need to break her is consumed by the more immediate need to be inside of her, to make her mine.

I have to fuck this rage out before it poisons me even more than it already has.

With a thundering heart, I trace the angry-looking red welts left in the wake of my hand, evidence of my command over her body. It’s the only thing I feel like I can dominate at this moment.

She recoils at my touch until I bring a hand around to her pussy. I slip my fingers into her wet slit. With a gasp, she arches against me. I tug the rubber band holding her hair, watching as it falls down the slope of her back.

I drive my fingers deep while antagonizing her clit. A rush of warmth coats my fingers, her soft moans getting louder and more demanding.

The fury consuming me is snuffed out by primal lust, thoughts of loss, control, and the unknown fading to the deep recesses of my mind.

“You’re so wet. You love when my hand plays with your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, squeezing them tight as she grinds her hips against mine.

She lances my thighs with her nails, dragging them over my skin as her pussy convulses with every push and pull of my fingers. She twists suddenly, her eyes bright with passion, hooded with hunger.

“Fuck me, Danil.” She pushes my shorts down, grasps my ass, and pushes me toward her. The head of my cock dips between her wet lips, and the ache in my balls deepens.

I’d wanted to fuck her, to use her as a way of detaching myself from all of the emotions choking me like a plastic bag that’s been stuck over my head.

But looking at her now, I know I have to possess her fully, to feel her body mold to mine, to show her she’s not some trophy or spoil of this underworld war.

I lower my head, her breath hot against my face. She reaches for me, drawing me closer. I crush my lips against hers, coiling heat and insatiable hunger invigorating me.

Her back arches, her hips lifting in an attempt to swallow my cock. “I need to feel you.” She reaches down and grasps my cock, her hand so warm and soft, but insistent at the same time.

I lift her onto the top of the couch and loop my arm underneath one of her legs for leverage. Her other leg falls open, and I plunge into her slick cunt, a groan rumbling in my chest at the pleasure of feeling her tight walls stretch around me.

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