He pulls back and pushes in again at a careful pace. Each thrust goes a little deeper, a little harder, and the initial discomfort is fading into something that makes my toes curl. My fingers rub my clit faster, slicking the juices I’m making around in a mess, but the sensations are so powerful.
"Yes," he says, thrusting faster. "Touch yourself while I'm inside you. Make yourself come again."
Just when I think all the sensations are gonna do me in, his hand comes down on my ass in a sharp slap and I yelp. The sting sendssparks through my nervous system. The pain and pleasure mix together and push me higher. Then he does it again on the other side, harder this time, and I'm climbing toward the edge.
"Come for me," he commands in a rough tone. "I want to feel you squeeze me."
My whole body clenches around him as the orgasm washes over me. My legs shake so hard he has to hold me up, and he doesn't miss a beat, fucking me through it while I come apart.
I start sobbing, rubbing my clit so hard while my body convulses. The spasms have me rolling and writhing, and I think I say fuck about a million times.
"Shit," he groans. "You're squeezing me so hard I can barely move."
He moves faster now, chasing his own release now and his thrusts become erratic and labored. and I feel him begin pulsing, grunting in pleasure.
"Oh, God, yeah," he grumbles and thrusts harder. I'm still touching myself, drawing out the aftershocks, when he goes rigid and his whole body tenses. I feel the warmth spread in me and then he glides in and out of me a few more times before I'm forced to brace myself to hold us both up.
What he does to me is ungodly and I want it more every time it happens. God, if only I could be sure he would really come home to me every night, and not wind up dead somewhere and disposed of like the men he vanishes for a living.
Then my heart could rest.
27
VADIM
Ikick the front door open and sweep inside the hotel suite with my weapon raised. We've been waiting all day for this, and we're moving on it before our competition can get to it. I will have Lebedev and question him. I won't let Ruslan get to him first, though making this choice was a sacrifice. When we learned that Popovic would be a few miles away at a restaurant eating dinner and not in this room, Ruslan ordered me to stand down and delay taking Lebedev. It was his first mistake.
Nenad moves left. Vuk goes right, and we clear the entryway in seconds. Ruslan is an idiot for thinking I'm gonna sit back and wait for him to move first when I finally have Andrei in reach. I can hear his fucking voice in the other room.
"Clear," Vuk whispers from the living room.
"Clear," Nenad echoes from a bedroom. They want this guy as bad as I do at this point. We've been at this for months and we lost men over it.
I move toward the second bedroom where the voices are getting louder. Someone laughs and a radio or television plays quietly.They have no idea we're here. I signal to Nenad and Vuk to hold position, then step into the doorway with my weapon trained on the three men sitting at the table.
"Don't move," I say. "Hands where I can see them."
Andrei freezes with cards still raised in his hand while the muscle reaches for their weapons. I shift my aim to the one on the left and my trigger finger is itching. I'd love to take them all out right now.
"Try it and you die," I tell him.
He hesitates, looking to Andrei for guidance. Andrei gives a slight shake of his head and the muscle backs down, raising their hands. Vuk moves in and disarms them both while Nenad and I keep our weapons trained on them. We finally have him. My heart is pounding so hard it shakes my whole torso. Fuck, it feels good to step into this room knowing my job is almost finished.
But my phone buzzes in my pocket so I pull it out with my free hand. It's a message from an unknown number. I'm assuming it's Ruslan.
Unknown 7:17 PM: Popovic is dead and there are police on site. Rendezvous at the hotel in fifteen minutes.
I curse under my breath and shove the phone back in my pocket. We needed that politician alive to question him so we can connect the dots. Now Ruslan's covering his tracks and we're running out of time. But I'm ten steps ahead of him now, having taken the intel he offered before he wanted me to have it.
"Andrei Lebedev," I say, refocusing on the man in front of me. "You're a hard man to find."
"I don't know who you are," Andrei says, and he smirks at me. "But you're making a mistake."
"The only mistake here is yours. You've been evading the Gravitch family for eight months. That stops today." I move forward, having to restrain myself. The intel we have that suggests he was involved in Dominic's murder is strong enough to warrant this now more than eight-month search. It takes some self-control not to just pop one off and finish him right here.
Recognition flashes in his eyes. "Gravitch…? So they finally sent someone competent."
The comment is meant to be insulting, but it just confirms what I've suspected. Andrei's been staying ahead of me because someone's been feeding him information. Ruslan, Jovan, Popovic, they're all connected to this weasel and I'm going to uncover just how connected they are before he meets his maker.
