Right as I start to come, he whispers, “That’s my good fucking girl.”
I keep my lips wrapped tightly around his finger so I don’t scream my release to the whole damn pub. The ice cube’s already melted, but the coolness still remains, mixing with the heat and sending pleasure to every inch of my body. My pussy pulses with my orgasm, clenching around his finger while I grip the table so hard my fingers ache.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, watching every detail of my release and the way it’s left my body shaking. His finger slowly slides out of me, gliding along my overly sensitive skin before he holds it up, letting me see how wet it is. Keeping his finger in my mouth, he sucks my juices from his other hand with a ravenous look in his eyes.
When he pulls out of my mouth, I suck him the whole way until he’s free and then pull him closer so I can kiss him. Running my tongue over his, I taste my pussy on him and deepen the kiss while he cups the back of my head and opens wider for me, plunging his tongue into my mouth so I can suck it and get my fill.
I’m two seconds away from straddling him when he pulls back with a groan. “God, you test my limits, baby.” He rests his forehead against mine and takes in a slow, deep breath. When he’s back under control, he gives me one more kiss and then pushes my plate in front of me. “Eat,lapochka. You’ve earned it.”
I smile and button my pants back up. Grabbing the ketchup, I squirt some onto my plate and dig in. He laughs at the appetite I’ve worked up and pops a fry in his mouth. The cheeseburger is greasy and delicious, and it tastes even better after the orgasm I just had. We laugh and eat, and when I’ve cleaned my plate, he gives me a wink and gets the waitress’s attention to let her know we’re ready for the check.
Walking back to where we parked, he keeps his arm tightly around me, always making sure he’s closest to the street so his body is between me and all the traffic. One second we’re laughing and I’m thinking the night couldn’t possibly get any more perfect, and the next second I feel his entire body tense as his fingers dig into my arm, pulling me even closer to him.
I look up, seeing the look of pure rage on his face before I follow his gaze. “Oh my god,” I whisper when I see his car. Someone’s beaten the hell out of it. The windows are broken, the hood and sides are dented, and both headlights are shattered. His phone is already out as he sends a quick text, but before I can ask him what’s going on, I hear a voice behind us.
“Put the fucking phone away and don’t move. If you do, I’ll shoot her.”
I feel the rage radiating off Valeri’s body, but his voice is deadly calm when he says, “If you hurt her, I will kill you so fucking slowly that you’ll be begging me for death long before I’m done with you.”
“Maybe,” the man says, “or maybe I’ll just kill you both.”
Valeri’s harsh laugh is as cruel as it is cold. “Fucking try it. I know you know who I am. My brothers will come for you. They will find you, and they won’t just kill you when they do. You made a big fucking mistake tonight.”
“Shut the hell up and start walking,” the man growls. “Take the small alley up ahead on the left.”
Valeri’s arm is still wrapped tightly around me, and before we start walking, he angles my body in front of his to keep himself in between me and the man who evidently has a gun pointed at us. I look around, but the people driving by aren’t looking or caring, and the sidewalk around us is empty.
“It’s all right, baby,” Valeri whispers, giving my arm a soft squeeze. Louder, he asks, “Judging by the baseball bat you took to my car, I’m guessing her dad sent you.”
“More like friend of a friend,” the man says, and I have no idea what he’s talking about because my dad doesn’t have any friends beyond Lyle, and I can’t imagine him even knowing where to find Valeri or having the brain cells needed to orchestrate something like this. “Her dad is in the hospital with a hand that will never work properly again and a broken jaw.”
Valeri laughs like we’re still on our date instead of being forced down a dark, creepy alley with a gun pointed at us. “He cried like such a fucking baby when I took the bat to him.”
“Let’s see how much you scream when I break every bone in your goddamn hand,” the guy growls from behind us.
“I look forward to you trying,” Valeri says, and I swear to god he actually sounds like he can’t fucking wait.
Stepping into the alley, I slow my pace down because it’s darker here, and I’m worried that others might be hiding in the shadows.
“Hurry up!” the guy yells at me.
Valeri’s thumb caresses my arm, comforting me as I walk further in. “Yell at my girl again, and I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out before I kill you.”
The man laughs, but even I can tell how fake it sounds. “Keep walking to the motorcycle up ahead.”
“You taking us for a ride?” Valeri asks. “I hope you don’t expect me to ride bitch. I’m not going to cuddle up behind you and wrap my arms around your big gut while you drive us off into the night.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” the man says. “She will be, though.” The laugh he gives makes my skin crawl. Valeri feels my body stiffen as he gives my arm another comforting squeeze.
“That’s not going to fucking happen,” Valeri says in a voice that doesn’t hold a single trace of doubt in it. He gives my arm one more squeeze and then quickly pushes me aside so I’m no longer in front of him in case the gun goes off. I take a few more steps and press myself against the building, and by the time I turn to see what’s happening, Valeri already has the man pinned up against the brick wall across from me with a knife pressed to the man’s throat.
“You okay, baby?” he asks me.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, feeling my heart race as the adrenaline courses through me.
The man grunts but doesn’t try to speak. Valeri’s pressing the knife hard enough against him to let him know if he talks, the movement will make the blade sink in.
“I need you to come here, Evie. Can you do that for me?”
