Page 30 of Mafie Trials

Fucking useless pieces of shit ruined the whole damned plan. Good riddance.

I needed to get her home. I need her to come back so I can rewrite the story for her in a way that keeps her at my mercy. But my guys got a little too stabby in their pursuit and apparently injured her too badly for her to be able to travel at the moment. She’s falling for those men, making friends I never intended her to make, and now she’s starting to see that taking down the Russian mafia might not be her only path in life.

I need to burn that bridge. I need it to crumble beneath her so that she never forgets her place.

I need Havoc back so that I can come up with a plan, maybe frame it as another rescue mission. He’s another thing I didn’t see coming. He cares for my niece, and I’ve been having to hide the majority of what’s been going on so that he doesn’t know what I’m putting her through. If he knew I was setting her up to take the fall for everything, he would warn her. And I really don’t want to have to kill one of my closest friends.

I’m aware he found out about her mission on the island and hadn’t been too happy about it. But him disappearing on mission and not checking in this past week has put me on edge. Mac disappearing along with Havoc has me raising even more questions, but this isn’t the first time this has happened when he needed to go dark, so I’m giving him a few more days before I assume he figured shit out and turned his back on me. It’s just a giant inconvenience he took my only hacker that could crack the hard-drive stolen from Lev.

I put my anxiety to ease by clicking on a video on my computer. Setting her up to fail her challenge was truly all too easy, but watching her car drive off the cliff is an adrenaline high I never expected to see. I watch the video until I’m reminded that I’m fully in control, and then I call my contact to move to plan B. Boris is going down, even if Eydis has to kill herself in the process.

Chapter 13

I’ve been hesitant to go near Evie since everything that happened. She might have let me close to her when we were out on the balcony, but when it’s just us in this room, I can’t shake the way she looked at me. She wasn’t just hurt, terror crossed her features and the way my heart broke at the sight is a pain I never want to feel again.

Except, when she wakes up from a small surgery she had because Doc found a small scrap of metal under her skin left from the attack, she pats the bed beside her like it’s missing someone. Her eyes are still closed and I can’t not crawl in beside her. She carefully turns on her side and throws an arm over my chest, pinning me to the bed.

My muscles are tense at first but as the minutes pass, and she does nothing but relax into me, I finally let myself breathe. Her scent overwhelms me, and I find myself taking deep breaths of her in. Lev washed her hair last night after they took the fake bandage off of her head and just the scent of her smelling like her usual self settles something deep in my chest.

“Why do I feel like you don’t want to be here?” she asks me, not opening her eyes. The way this girl can go from being dead to the world to awake in a split second based on my thoughts alone speaks volumes about how perfect we are for each other.

I can’t tell her that I’m afraid for her, or that I’m afraid for myself. The words get caught in my throat, making my head spin with all the answers I want to give but can’t.

She opens her eyes after a minute of me fighting the voices in my head and carefully sits up. She woke up for a moment for Doc to tell her everything went great, but the meds knocked her out again right after. She studies my face and seems to understand that it’s not that I don’t want to speak to her, it’s that I physically can’t.

“I understand if you don’t want to be part of this. Just because I love them doesn’t mean I won’t share them with you. You’re not stuck with me just because of them.”

That’s what she’s thinking right now?

My face scrunches up in confusion, but she only seems to take that as confirmation by the way her lips seem to fall. I may not be able to give her words, so I give her the only thing Icanoffer her.

My hand shoots out and for a second, I think she’s going to flinch away. I expect the same terrified expression she wore just a few hours ago on the floor is going to cross her features. But instead, she turns into me. I’m not gentle when I pinch her chin and force her mouth to mine. I don’t care when I force her mouth open that I’m probably pushing into very tender bruises, or that her nearly healed lip splits open all over again.

Blood coats my tongue as I sweep it into her mouth, and she surprises me by suctioning her lips around me and sucking. I groan in response as I move her to straddle me. She’s still weak and sore so I don’t want to roll on top of her, and I think somewhere deep in my mind, it knows that this is where she belongs.On top.

Her hands cup my face as she pulls me closer and I rock up into her. I’ve been hard since she kneeled for me on the first day I met her, and I’m never going to let her forget who she is to me now.

She is fire and fight. War and retribution. A weapon and a gift. She. Is.Everything.

I know she’s still too weak for me to fuck her because when I take her for the first time, it’s not going to be light. She needs to know who I am and what I need in that scene. But here and now, I can still give her whatsheneeds.

I slide my hand between our bodies, keeping the other firmly on her hips so she knows exactly what I want her to do. She’s wearing a large black shirt that comes to her knees and says ‘fuck around and find out’.

And I desperately want to find out.

When my hand slips to her center I find there’s nothing to stop my fingers from sliding between her dripping pussy. My whole body groans in response. She has no idea what being bare like this does to me.

I can feel her lips lift up in a smile and I smile back as I deepen the kiss. Her hips rock over my fingers, and I gently add pressure to her clit with my thumb, wanting to see and feel how she responds to everything. Once she seems to relax into the pressure, I start rubbing tight circles, teasing her entrance with my other fingers as I pick up the pace.

Her body tilts back like she’s trying to get more. She’s so wet that when I finally push two fingers inside, they meet no resistance. My mouth waters, wanting to replace my fingers with my tongue and taste the pussy Damien can’t stop talking about.

Spit fills my mouth and when she pushes her tongue in, I take my hand from her hip and pull her head down, gathering the saliva and tonguing it into her mouth. She whimpers as I curl my fingers inside her, then flicks her tongue out to lick mine dry. I’m shocked by how in sync we move together. I gently thrust my hips up into her, adding pressure to my hand so she can feel me even deeper. Her head falls to the side, nuzzling in my neck as her body seems to give itself over to me.

Evie’s panting speeds up, her breath fanning over my neck. I’m so turned on that I might actually come in my pants right now. She latches her mouth onto my neck, sucking and branding me as hers.

With my free hand, I push our shirts up and free my length as quickly as I can because I’m not about to come without feeling her juices drip down my cock. I fist myself between us while keeping pace with my fingers. When I pull them free, she sucks in a breath but I push her down to glide her clit along my cock. She lets out a deep groan that has me coming undone instantly.

She cries out softly as her orgasm washes over her. Her hips still jerk back and forth slightly to prolong the pleasure. I can feel her pussy pulsing along my shaft as I make a mess between us, coating myself in more cum than I’ve ever released in my life.

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