Page 59 of Bleed with Me

She smiled at me, menace and sweetness mixing on those lascivious lips I was dying to capture in a passionate kiss. Instead, she lowered her head and took my cock into her delicious wet mouth.

My sight blurred. All the sensations, her touches, the sounds we both made mixed together, until I couldn’t distinguish my nearly animalistic groans from her gagging on my cock. The tension in my muscles was almost unbearable. My mind swirled like a raging tornado, and suddenly it was gone. As if someone flipped the switch, every feeling, every emotion burst out of me. The pressure finally snapped.

“Ooh, fuuuck,” I roared, my brain turning off. My concentration narrowed to the sensation alone. Relief washed over me, and the world vanished.

That blissful moment passed quickly, yet instead of clarity, my body went heavy. The tension and stress that had been holding me together for days, maybe longer, disappeared all at once, leaving my limbs useless. My breathing evened out slowly, and for the first time since she walked into the room, since she barged into my life and stole my peace, my mind shut down.

For a brief second, I wasn’t a surgeon, a strategist, or a Zhumagulov. I wasn’t thinking three moves ahead or cataloging injuries. I was just a man chained to a pillar with my pulse racing and defenses stripped bare.

I spent a decade of my life avoiding the vulnerability that settled in my chest. There should have been disgust, shame, or at least the instinct to pull myself back together, to reclaim control. Instead, all I felt was a dull, satisfied ache and tingling in my stomach when I looked at the menace who brought this on me.

“Welcome back.” Ma vilaine smiled. “For a second, I thought you fainted again.”

“You have that effect on me,” I mumbled, trying to find a more comfortable position. I almost didn’t feel my arms. “What are you…”

My mind immediately woke up when she put a warm, wet towel on my abdomen and rubbed it gently up and down. I stared at her, completely taken aback, as she cleaned me.

“First time meeting a woman who cares, hubby?” she asked teasingly, throwing the towel away. I gaped at her with my mouth hanging open like a brainwashed idiot, unable to comprehend the effect she had on me.

Gone was my mischievous side that turned everything into chaos. Gone were my control-freak tendencies. The only thing that stayed was my will to do anything she wanted just for one look of those stunning eyes that looked at me as if I were the fucking sun.

“Who do you call in case of an emergency?” she disturbed my dreams about devouring her, and my brows furrowed in confusion. “Zyon or Malin?” she prompted when I didn’t reply. “You need to get rid of the body.”

“Me?” I scoffed, scowling at my phone in her hand. “I didn’t send her to the other side. She’s your mess.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Ma vilaine shook her head slowly, placing the barrel of her gun under my chin and lifting my head so our gazes met. “Is that the proper tone to address your wife, Dorian?”

“A wife who just stuck a gun into my ass?” I countered, fighting with the restraints. My will to grant her every wish evaporated when she acted like a bossy bitch.

“Well, when you say it like that.” She lowered her head and brushed her nose against mine. The rough material grazed my skin, but didn’t stop the pleasurable shivers from running up my spine. “Take your pick, babe. Malin or Zyon.”

My stomach twisted with dread just from the thought of facing my brothers right now. Zyon would chew my head off for having a corpse in one of our hotels. Malin was the lesser evil, but fuck. He would be pissed.

“Malin,” I hissed, frowning when she stuck my phone into my face, unlocked the screen, and dialed Malin’s number. Three seconds later, he picked up.

“Room 33. Code red,” I said without greeting, and the line went dead. I shrugged when my crazy wife drifted her gaze between the disconnected call and me, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips at the bafflement in her eyes.

“You have about a minute to disappear,” I warned. “Unlock the cuffs and go.”

Abruptly, she straightened to her full height, finally understanding the danger. She threw my phone and the tiny key on the mattress beside my legs. Faintly, she touched my cheek before running to the door.

“See you around, handsome,” she yelled from the hall, the suffocating silence settling in the room when the last sound of her presence evaporated into the thin air.

Helplessly, I tugged on the cuffs, trying to miraculously free myself before my brother showed up. But he didn’t give me much time. Not more than thirty seconds after ma vilaine left, Malin appeared at the door of the hotel suite like the devil himself sent him to restore order.

“Hello, sunshine,” I chirped, plastering a broad grin on my face. “You’re quick.”

“What the fuck is going on?” he rumbled, scanning the room for threats.

First, he noticed my position, and his brows furrowed. But then his experienced eyes found the dead body, and his expression turned murderous.

“Dorian.” The warning in his voice was evident. I stained the holy ground of his precious hotel. “What happened here?”

“Technically, I was kidnapped again,” I said, flashing him my best innocent smile.

“Kidnapped?” he echoed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I remember you leaving the club with her.”

He nodded toward Leigh, lifting an expectant eyebrow at me.