I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my pocket knife. When my fingers left him, he made a small noise of protest. I leaned over him, kissing him. “Easy, mouse,” I murmured. “Easy. If you want menow, I have to figure out something for lube, okay?”
He nodded, lifting his chin to kiss me again like he just couldn’t get enough. I finally leaned back on my knees again, then flipped open my pocket knife. Gritting my teeth, I sliced my palm open. Blood immediately welled and trickled down my palm and my wrist. Maksim’s eyes widened in alarm, but before he could say a word, I slicked my cock up with my blood, ignoring the stinging pain in my palm, and then, I dripped some onto his hole.
And that was all the warning he got before I pressed my tip against him and pushed inside. He gasped, then whined at the pain and the intrusion. His hands clung to my shirt, and he pressed his face into the curve of my neck, shaking beneath me.
“Fuck, mouse,” I moaned, pressing deeper and deeper inside of him. He was fuckingtight, and no doubt, he was going to bleed, just as I’d warned him he would. But there was no going back for either of us now. He was so tight and warm and wet withmy bloodthat I could barely fuckingbreathe. “Fuuuuuck.”
He nodded, his blunt nails biting into the skin of my back through my shirt. “I can’t—so full—” He shook beneath me. “Hurts butso good,” he whined.
“I know, mouse,” I rasped into the skin of his throat as I eased out of him and pushed back in. “I fucking know.God, you feel so fucking good.”
Words weren’t needed after that. As he adjusted to my size and the slight discomfort of us being joined with only my blood for lube, he began raising his hips to meet mine, breathy little grunts and moans and whimpers falling from his parted lips. He kept his face tucked into my neck, clinging to me like I was the only thing tethering him to Earth.
“I need you to come, mouse,” I growled in his ear. My balls were drawing up tight, and I didn’t have much longer before I filled him up. Before Iclaimedhim. “Come for me. Can you do that, mouse? Can you come for?—”
Heshattered. His wail broke the night air, spooking a couple of critters. His hole pulsed around me, and that was it. That was all I needed to send me over the edge.
My teeth sank into his neck hard enough to draw blood, and I moaned around his flesh as I pumped my cum deep inside of him.
“Mine,” I snarled once I released his skin from between my teeth. I licked at the blood on his neck, moaning low in my throat at the coppery taste of him.
He nodded, slumping beneath me, exhausted and cum drunk. “Yours,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Damn right, you fucking are, mouse. All fucking mine.
Chapter Ten
Maksim
“Get up.”
I jerked into a sitting position, my gritty eyes popping wide open and immediately burning as the bright light aimed in my direction assaulted them. Rurik was standing in my doorway, and he was shining his phone light on me. It was dark outside still, and a glance at my clock told me it was damn near three in the morning. Whythe fuckwas he bothering me at this ungodly hour? As it was, I was running on two hours of sleep. After Alfonzo had fucked me stupid in the woods, it’d been past midnight. And after putting my groceries away—what few hadn’t been ruined by sitting in the car for too long—I’d crashed in bed right around one.
“What?” I rasped. I pushed the blankets back and rubbed at my tired eyes. “What’s going on, Rurik?”
“I’ve got to get you out of here,” he told me. He jerked his chin in the direction of the hall. “Pack a bag with your necessities and some clothes. Then, meet me out by my car.”
A shiver of trepidation ran down my spine. What the fuck was happening? Why was Rurik coming to get me and telling me to pack? And why in the middle of the damn night? This wasn’t like him. Rurik, a diagnosed psychopath, didn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.
I hurried out of bed and stuffed my feet into my shoes. “Can you tell me what’s going on?” I asked as I grabbed a backpack out of my closet. I shoved a couple pairs of everything I needed in it, wishing my stomach wasn’t cramping with the impending sense of doom.
“Anatoly found out about you and Alfonzo. He knows you fucked the enemy.” Oh, fuck. I was going to be sick. My head spun, and I had to lean heavily against the wall to get my bearings once more. Anatoly had found out. He’d found out I’d fucked Alfonzo. That I’dwillinglylet Alfonzo into my body. “I’m getting you out of here before you can face repercussions while I try to clean up this mess.”
“Why?” I rasped. Rurik didn’t owe me anything, and I wasn’t foolish enough to think he gave a shit. I was a solider, a mere pawn in Anatoly Balakin’s game. I was disposable and easily replaced.
“If a man like Alfonzo fucking Aguado decides to fuck you—the rival, the enemy—then he’s got an emotional stake in you. And if you’re beaten or killed because of what you two did mere hours ago, Alfonzo will start a war, and Rico Martinez will give him the full backing he needs to rip this family apart. This will fall out of our hands faster than we can blink.” He shook his head. “Anatoly has been tight-lipped on this whole plan and won’t even tell me what the reason is behind you’re job. So, I’m getting you out of here. I won’t see you killed because Anatoly is on some kind of fucking power trip.”
I didn’t like the dreadful feeling Rurik’s admittance left me with. He was Anatoly’s right hand man. He was aware ofeverythingAnatoly did, but even he had no clue why Anatoly had given me this job. I could see why Alfonzo had been tasked with getting rid of me. I was a low-level soldier who’d been tasked with getting rid of him. I’d more than likely been caught snooping around, and Rico certainly wouldn’t have liked that.
But for me to take out Alfonzo… even Alfonzo had seen the problem with it if his statements on the situation were anything to go by, particularly his confusion on why I, someone with not near enough training, had been tasked with unaliving someone like him.
“I’m putting you on a private jet through one of my contacts,” Rurik continued as I threw my toiletries into the bag. “Your flight leaves at eight A.M. I need you to lay low until then, got it? Then get to the fucking airport. I’ll send you the information you need on this phone.” He held out a burner phone to me when I came out of the bathroom, and I took it with a hand that thankfully didn’t shake and shoved it into my pocket. “I’ll call you when I have things settled here and it’s safe for you to come home.”
I nodded stiffly. He turned and began walking off. I quickly hurried after him, and we piled into his expensive car. The ride was silent, and he dropped me off at a motel an hour away from the compound. Turning to look at me, he said, “I have a room booked for you. Just go to the desk, tell them my name, and say you lost your room card. Then,lay fucking low, Maksim. Understand?”
“I understand,” I rasped. I pushed open the door and got out, tugging my bag with me. He peeled out of the lot, heading back the way we’d come. I turned for the office, and Rurik’s car hadjustdisappeared from site when a bullet pierced my shoulder. I stumbled and fell on my ass before rolling behind another car, gasping for pain, my good hand flying up to clasp my shoulder, which was pulsing with pain and bleeding profusely.
Blood flowed down my arm like a river. I gritted my teeth, pressing my hand tighter to the wound as I listened foranyone. Any sign that someone was near—footsteps, breathing,something.
