I give her a brief rundown of the various knife wounds, most of them silvery lines of scar tissue from where I’ve been sliced, but a couple are from actually being stabbed. Her fingers run over the worst one, the bullet wound from last year.
“That’s from when I was shot. The bullet grazed Volodya’s arm and hit me in the chest. Hurt like a son of a bitch,” I say with a laugh.
She lifts her head, but she’s not laughing. She looks terrified. “Your life is always going to be in danger. People are always going to try to hurt you.”
“My father was murdered, and it destroyed my mom.”
Her eyes widen even more. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”
I grab her hand and hold it against the bullet wound. “What I’m trying to say is that, yes, it’s a dangerous lifestyle, but you can either choose to live your life in fear, or you can embrace it and enjoy every damn second of it. You think people with boring safe jobs are guaranteed to grow old? That’s not how life works. I’m careful, baby, and I will always keep you safe.” I bring my other hand up and run my fingers over her bruise. “Although you’re trying your damnedest to prove me wrong.”
She positions herself on top of me, blushing when I lift a brow at her and smile. Scooting down a bit, she lowers her face and slowly kisses all of my scars. She takes her time, licking and sucking and kissing my old injuries, erasing all the bad memories associated with them and driving me wild in the process. Her nose drags along my skin as she nuzzles and nips and teases until I’m painfully hard and straining against my jeans.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan when she runs her tongue over my abs before shimmying out of her clothes and reaching for my zipper.
“You’re right, Valeri, there are no guarantees in life, and I’m not wasting a single second that I have with you.”
I lift up so she can pull my pants off, and when I’m naked, she quickly straddles me. I drink in the sight of her—the hungry look in her brown eyes, the blush to her cheeks, her perky tits and pebbled nipples, the line of her hips, the curve of her round, perfect ass, and the sight of her wet pussy, still dripping cum from the last time I fucked her.
“Goddamn,” I groan, gripping her hips as she lifts up and grabs my cock, putting me right where she wants me. Her sexy moans fill the room when she slowly slides down my length, taking me all the way in. My shy girl throws back her head and rocks her hips, losing herself in the moment and it’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. I watch her fuck me, rocking my hips to meet her rhythm, and when she starts to come, she runs her nails down my chest and screams my name.
Needing to taste her, I sit up and wrap my arms around her, bringing my mouth to hers. She clings to me, her body shuddering with her release, and kisses me like her life depends on it. I suck her tongue into my mouth and squeeze her ass, moving her against me and rocking into her even deeper. Her tits scrape my chest while her nails dig into my back. I know her clit is borderline painful right now because she just came, but I push her through it, not letting up until she’s feeling nothing but pleasure and close to another orgasm.
This time when I feel her wet pussy tighten around me, I let go with her. How I even have anything left to give, I don’t fucking know, but my cock pulses inside her, giving her what her body is demanding from me, and when I’m empty and her body is shaking in my arms, I hold her tighter, breathing in the scent of her as my heart races and my entire world narrows down to nothing but her.
I collapse back on the bed, taking her with me, and that’s how we fall asleep—her body on top of mine, my cock still buried inside her, and the feel of her soft breaths on my neck, and it’s fucking perfect.
Chapter 11
Evie
“Feel better?”
I look up at Valeri’s smiling face as he opens the library door for me. “Yes, lots.” We walk out into the cool, dark night, hand in hand. Jerry had been thrilled to hear that I no longer needed my job, and had insisted that I just quit on the spot instead of putting in my notice. He said they had plenty of applicants and they’d have a new hire in no time. As happy as I am to no longer have to do the janitorial job, I’ll never forget the good memories associated with it, the quiet nights, the yummy desserts that Betty would sometimes slip in for me, the pride I’d felt when I got my first paycheck, and, of course, the night with Valeri when he came to visit me.
“We really need to get our schedules fixed,” he says with a laugh.
I give the lion’s ass one last pat and rub his smooth nose. “We do,” I agree. “I’m looking forward to seeing the sun. Maybe we can go to the beach again.”
He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. “We can go anytime you want.”
“You still owe me hamburgers and ice cream,” I remind him.
“I do, don’t I?” He looks across the street at the crowd outside Inferno before turning his head to scan the rest of the street. “Have you ever been to McGinty’s Pub?” he asks, pointing to a small place at the end of a row of buildings. The outside is lit up with fairy lights in the colors of the Irish flag.
“No.”
“Perfect.” He tightens his grip on my hand and leads me down the concrete stairs to the sidewalk. “I’ve never been there either. We can experience it for the first time together.”
As we get closer, I can hear the traditional Irish music filtering out from the pub and see the crowd of people inside. We cross the street at the light and when we step inside the dark interior, we’re greeted by a smiling hostess wearing a short, plaid skirt and a big smile on her face.
She eyes Valeri, and even in the dim lighting I can see the light flush that creeps up her cheeks. I can’t blame her for the reaction. The man is gorgeous, and he’s always going to have an effect on women, but when he wraps both his arms around me from behind and leans down to kiss my cheek, she takes the hint and turns her smiling face to me instead.
“Table for two or do you want the bar?”
“Table,” I tell her, and then follow her as she leads us through the crowded bar section and to a quieter area with tables and booths. The music isn’t annoyingly loud, just enough to add to the atmosphere, and the catchy, upbeat tune has me wanting to tap my foot to the beat. She stops in front of a booth in the corner and lays the menus down.
“Your waitress will be right with you.”
