“Fucking seriously, do you think I give a fuck?” I toss her the gun, and she pulls the trigger.Goodbye, Boris.
I want to stay there on the floor for a moment, enjoying the angle, the way Adriana’s robe hugs her curvy, toned body, the way her hair is hanging loose and wild, the way her eyes seem hungry for bloodlust… and something more… but I’m naked as the day I shot out of my mother’s vagina and just as covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and no sooner do I breathe andsmile than I have a bulging, bulky Russian man atop me. There’s a knife in his hand. He raises it and brings it down. I shift, and it cuts across my shoulder. I retaliate by grabbing his hand and bending his fingers like they’re a Stretch Armstrong doll. He screams; the knife skitters away. Then he hammers me with an angry fist, then, grunting, grasping, drooling with exertion as he attempts to grip me by the throat and do something to me that in no way turns me on.
“A little help—“ I gasp, my eyes searching for Adriana, but she’s occupied, fist-and-elbow, with another Boris, while the Boris atop me practically moans in malignant arousal.
The world shakes, my ears pulse with my heartbeat, and my sight goes grayscale as the rods and cones in my eyes decide that it’s too much fucking effort to see color when they’re not getting the air or blood they need.
I need to break Boris’s focus.
Something, anything, or else I’ll be dead in the wrong way and Boris and the other Boris will finish Adriana.
So I take a solid look at Adriana’s ass, and give in to a sensation that often goes really well with a little bit of strangling; I get rock hard.
Hard as I’ve ever been.
Then I say it.
“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” I moan.
Boris looks down. Sees me. A flash of awe crosses his eyes before enraged disgust replaces it. The awe is flattering as hell, and I wish I had a moment to crack a grin, but it’s in that moment between awe and disgust that his grip wavers, and I seize him by the wrists, break his grip and then roll him off me and then roll atop him. Blow after blow I rain down upon his head until Boris belongs in a casket.
Panting, I look up just in time to see the other Boris hammer Adriana with a crushing fist that crumples her to the ground.
I roar. I charge.
“Motherfucking Boris, you’re a fucking dead man.”
Fists, feet, elbows, all rain down on him and, still hard, I batter the shit out of the Russian until Boris slumps to the ground, his face a bloody, broken mess. I don’t stop to admire my handiwork; I whirl and lean over Adriana. I check her pulse; I examine her wounds. She’s hurt, but other than a concussion and a few heavy bruises and loose teeth, she should be fine.
Moaning, she stirs.
Then her eyes open.
And go wider than the Grand Canyon.
“Adriana, are you OK?”
She shakes her head, eyes somehow going wider.
“What is it?” I say.
Her cheeks color deep red. Her pulse rises so hard I can see it in the heavy thrumming of her carotid artery. She takes a slow, shuddering breath and looks me deep in the eyes.
“Can you take your erect cock out of my face, please?”
Chapter Eleven
Adriana
Goddamn, he’s big. Like, really fucking big.
I’d heard there can be some shrinkage when a man’s been in a fight. That shrinkage isn’t just something that happens in a pool or an episode ofSeinfeld. It happens when the body pulls blood from the dick and shuttles it to other, more important parts of the body in order to facilitate survival. Of course, considering how men think and act and the priorities they have, even when lives are on the line, it also rarely happens. Most of the time, even when men are about to do something stupid, reckless, suicidal — in other words, typical — the blood stays put, loitering in their cocks, instead of going to other, less-used parts of their anatomy, like the brain.
But right now, seeing Ricky, seeing the concern and care in his face, the definition in his muscles, the tattoos, the scars, the dangling and large erect cock, I can see, maybe, what Vanessa saw in him. Even without that charming, roguish smile.
And as far as blood goes… with a cock that big, I’m sure he’s got more than enough to spare.
Still, I open my mouth and take the issue on. Orally. With words.
