A real smile this time, one that displays his teeth and crinkles the skin around his eyes.
He may as well have hired violinists to play tableside because that smile is a crack in the armor. A true glimpse of the man beneath.
He finishes with his gun and sets it down beside him.
Time passes, marked only by the changing quality of light filtering through the grimy window. The sunlight leaking in softens into a golden hue. Music blares outside. Someone’s decided Bon Jovi is a necessity for a proper Labor Day barbecue. And they’re not wrong. I do feel “Shot Through the Heart.” And Kolya’s to blame…
I command my brain to stop with that cheesy nonsense and focus.
I go over and sit beside Kolya. “I’m bored.”
He cocks his head. “Want to do something?”
I laugh softly. “If only Brenda Fucking Smith hoarded board games.”
“I wasn’t thinking of a board game.”
I turn and peer into dark, dark eyes that gleam with the same hunger from last night that inspired me to bend over cardboard boxes without a second thought. My body responds instantly, heat pooling between my legs. “…Game?”
He licks his lips. “Simon says kneel.”
My knees weaken as that dirty thrill of excitement races through me, soaking my pussy. I obey, rolling up onto my knees like a puppet on a string.
“Fuck Simon.” Kolya stands up and unfastens his belt, his eyes never straying from mine. “Kolya says open your mouth like a good little cocksucker.”
I whimper. Why do I find that so hot?
I lower myself to the right height and open my mouth, ready for whatever he wants to do to me. Or for me to do to him.
And in Brenda Fucking Smith’s basement, with a Labor Day weekend barbecue in full swing overhead and armed men hunting us outside, Kolya grabs my jaw with one hand and zips down his fly with the other.
I’ve never felt more alive.
Chapter 21
Kolya
She wipes her mouth and licks her fingers off while I rebutton my pants.
Chloe is damn good at following orders. The taste of her still lingers on my tongue, the heat of her body a phantom against mine.
We spend the rest of the day playing actual board games and eating stale peanut butter crackers until the light shining through the tiny window fades to darkness.
Above us, the first firework screams across the sky, a whistle followed by a chest-thumping boom that vibrates through the ceiling.
Perfect timing.
I shift to the window, scanning a backyard now full of people with their faces tilted skyward. “Time to go.”
She nods, still a little zoned out from our session.
The young, sweet, organized kindergarten teacher, hiding in a basement, sucking my cock while our enemies hunt for us.
The universe has a fucked-up sense of humor.
Another explosion splits the air, this one bathing the basement in momentary blue glow. At least twenty people gather in the yard, their attention fixed upward as colors burstand fade above them. Children race across the grass with sparklers, tracing light patterns that burn against my retinas.
“Now. While they’re distracted.”
