“You Russian piece of shit. Elio is going to fucking kill you when he finds out what you’ve done.”
In a heartbeat, the gun moves, and a muted shot cuts through the air. Marco screams, his hands flying to his thigh where crimson blooms through his pants.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” The barrel returns to rest against my sternum, a cold counterpoint to the heat of his hand. “I’m not done.”
Marco finally gets it. Kirill might have a reputation for being controlled and logical, but right now he’s neither. Fear edges out the anger in his stare.
His touch drags lower, skating over my hip before landing on my inner thigh. His fingers toy with the hem of my dress, and I stop breathing.
“You wanted to fuck her? You wanted to feel her body against yours? Wanted to hear the sounds she’d make?”
His hand slips under my dress as he pushes my panties to the side. I jolt back against him, and when his fingers slide through my wet heat, a whimper tears free. Shame scorches through me at how much I want this. How badly I need him touching me.
Kirill keeps talking, voice calm, as if he’s discussing lawn care techniques.
“Here’s the problem with that plan. She’s not yours to touch. She never was. And men who don’t understand that basic fucking concept don’t deserve to live.”
Raw pleasure streaks up my spine with every rough press on my clit. My hips rock against his hand, chasing the release building with every second. Just when I think I might come, he pushes two digits inside of me. Slick sounds fill the room as he pumps in and out of my tight heat.
“Do you hear how wet she is? That’s not for you, Marco. That’s never been for you. This pussy? It’s mine.”
His? Thought is beyond me right now. With a final hard stroke of his thumb on my clit, I convulse. My vision goes dark around the edges as white heat consumes me. My pussy clamps around his fingers, and my mouth opens on a silent scream.
Time moves in slow motion as Kirill aims his gun. “Men who force themselves on women don’t deserve to live.”
The orgasm is still cresting when Marco’s head snaps back and he slumps against the wall, blood and brain matter painting the tiles behind him.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
KIRILL
Evelina’sstill trembling against me, her pussy clenching around my fingers when I raise the gun and end Marco’s life. One less scumbag to walk the earth.
She deserved this. To see her would-be rapist killed in front of her. The orgasm was a little bonus. Twisted for sure, but judging by how hard she just came, and my soaked fingers, I don’t think she minded it.
I ease her away from me and turn her around so she’s facing me. Her eyes are wide and she’s pale, shock replacing the afterglow of pleasure.
She fought like hell to keep from being assaulted. She’s strong, and even though what I did was dark and fucked up, she responded to my touch.
I shrug out of my suit jacket and drape it over her shoulders. Then I take her face between my palms. “Hey, Evelina, look at me. You’re going to be okay. From here on out, you need to do exactly what I tell you, okay?”
She nods but doesn’t speak. Her hands clutch the jacket and she goes quiet when the guard I posted outside shouts something about men on the way.
Raised voices and heavy footsteps thunder through the hallway before Elio storms in, followed by three of his soldiers.
My brothers arrive next. Dem shoves past Elio and his men, weapon drawn, Matvey close behind.
No-weapons policy my ass. Every man in here is armed to the teeth and pointing guns at each other. This alliance was already tenuous at best. Now it’s about to snap.
“What the fuck did you do, Baronov?” Elio’s face contorts in anger as he surveys the blood-soaked bathroom and his dead soldier. His gun is pointed at my chest and his finger is on the trigger.
“What needed to be done.”
“You killed one of my men. In my club. At my fucking party.” Elio takes a step closer and his soldiers shift with him, creating a wall of armed Italians between us and the door. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t end you right now.”
“I can give you several.” I pull Evelina against me, making my claim clear as day. “But how about we start with the fact that your soldier was trying to rape a woman?”
