34. Kyril
34
Kyril
I fully expected some kind of fuss when I stormed back through the door from the brothel rooms into the club. Had no one heard the gunshot over the deep bass beat of the music? I assumed not.
The club crowd had thinned out, but the music was so loud I could barely hear myself think. A quick glance around told me Anatoly still hadn’t arrived. I glared at the bartender, who took one look at my furious expression and vanished again.
Anatoly had probably got wind of my presence in his club, and being the wily fucker he was, had disappeared.
Leaving this shit hole of a place was sorely tempting. It didn’t look like Anatoly was going to show, and I had a class early in the morning, plus a long drive back to college. But my thoughts drifted back to the infuriating little gadyuka I’d left in the blood-soaked back room.
Without my help, she would struggle to get rid of a body. And it was my fault the cunt was dead, after all. I still had no clue what she’d been doing in there with a scumbag like Roberto Pesci. Last I knew, he worked for the Italian mafia in this part of the world.
Given her accent, it was possible they were conducting a business meeting. I had a feeling she was connected to one of the mafia families, even though Milo still hadn’t found out exactly who she was. Which was driving him nuts.
I stood near the bar, grinding my teeth for a few minutes before huffing with annoyance. Why I’d suddenly developed a savior complex was a complete mystery, but whatever the reason, I retraced my steps back to the room where I’d left Thea with the body of Roberto Pesci.
She was still there when I opened the door, all out of ideas, judging by the pissed off expression on her gorgeous face.
The red wig complemented her olive skin perfectly. God, she was hot. Hot in all the best ways. Her skirt barely skimmed the tops of her lithe thighs and the little crop top was positively indecent. If I looked closely enough, I could see her nipples poking through the fabric.
I adjusted my dick, which she noticed before scowling. “Really? Do dead bodies turn you on or something?”
“Or something.” I smirked, letting my gaze drift down her sexy little body.
“Please stop eye-banging me. It’s disrespectful.”
“Says the woman dressed like a ho. Got it.” The look she threw me had enough heat to immolate me on the spot, but I just chuckled.
“Look, if you’ve come back to take the piss, please leave. I’m in enough shit as it is without being a source of entertainment for you.”
The fucking mouth on her. I rolled my eyes. “I came back to help you get rid of that.” Roberto’s body made an awful groaning sound when I kicked it with my boot.
“Right.” She raised one eyebrow. “I’m all ears.”
I had a few options, but we were short on time. While the club security gave no shits about anything other than making sure nobody stole drugs or cash, some do-gooder might call the police if we hung around too long. Someone had to have heard the gunshot.
“There’s a dumpster out back. We can shove him in there.”
Her jaw dropped. “That’s your plan?”
“Unless you’ve got a better idea, yes.”
“He’s got my DNA all over him! I don’t need some ambitious CSI tech connecting me with him!” she hissed.
“Good job the dumpster’s metal, and there’s a can of gasoline in my truck.” I pulled a zippo lighter from my pocket and flicked it.
Thea looked relieved. “OK, that’ll work.” Then she stepped forward and poked me in the chest. “But I’m still pissed with you! You have no clue how much trouble I’m now in because that asshole’s dead!”
Anger swept through me. She really was an ungrateful little bitch! I’d saved her life, for fuck’s sake, and she was still complaining!
“A thank-you would be nice!” I growled. A sensible woman would have read the room and stepped back. But no, she had to press forward and yell at me.
“I had it under control, you moron!”
“Call me a moron again and see how that works out for you, Thea!” I picked her up and threw her against the wall. “I said I’d help, but if you prefer, I can leave right now.”
Quick as a flash, she’d pulled a blade from her boot and pressed it against my neck.
“Eat shit, Kyril,” she snarled. “I’ve been taking care of dead bodies since I was ten.”
Despite being taken aback by her confession, I leaned into her blade and smirked. “I dug my first grave when I was eight.”
“I gutted a man when I was seven,” she threw back at me before rolling her hips against my growing erection. Jesus. I was on the verge of coming already. What was it about this woman?
She was… impossible , infuriating, sexy as hell, and more.
“ Seven ? That’s…” The chemistry between us exploded and our lips met in a ferocious kiss. Her knife tumbled to the floor with a clatter, forgotten.
Neither of us cared about the dead body lying on the floor a few feet away. Blood trickled down my neck from where Thea’s blade had nicked my skin. I should have been angry about it, but if anything, I was even more turned on.
Knowing she’d drawn first blood sent a spike of fiery lust through my veins. Thea was the first woman I’d met who was my equal in every way. Not only was she beautiful and sexy, but she was also lethal. My perfect, vengeful little princess.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
She moaned when I pushed her skirt up past her hips and ground into her pussy. For one heady moment, I entertained the idea of tearing her panties from her and sinking into her hot, undeniably wet pussy.
But I forced myself to hold back. Thea deserved better than fast and furious sex in a shitty room like this. I could still make her come, though.
My cock throbbed as I rubbed against her needy little clit. When I looked down, her eyes were half-closed, thick sooty lashes fluttering as she moaned.
“Does that feel good, malyshka ?”
“Please…” she moaned louder.
I slipped my hand into her panties. She was wet, so wet. She shivered and whimpered in my arms when I swirled my fingers around her hard clit before sinking them inside her. She was tight. Really fucking tight. She’d feel so fucking good when I finally fucked her.
She whimpered louder when I pressed in deeper. Then I felt it. A ring of thicker tissue. Was she a…?
I pulled back immediately.
From the way she grabbed my wrist, she wasn’t happy about the loss of my fingers, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not here. Our first time would be somewhere clean, where I could take care of her afterward.
I rarely gave a shit about stuff like that, but somehow it mattered to me that Thea’s first time was perfect. Well, as perfect as an asshole like me could make it. She’d probably be better off fucking pretty-boy Landon for her first time. He was the sort of asshole who’d make it romantic and shit, with rose petals and a playlist that included Adele.
I wasn’t the best guy for the job, but I could give her a fucking orgasm, and I fully intended to do that before we dealt with the body.
“Do you need to come, malyshka ?” I murmured in her ear before biting her fleshy lobe.
“Yes! Hurry!” She growled impatiently.
I released her and dropped to my knees. When I looked up, she was watching me with a hint of nervousness, but before she could protest, I pulled her silk panties aside and dived into her cunt like I was a condemned man and she was my last meal.
Her rich flavor burst on my tongue. Sweet and addicting. Each time I sucked her clit, she squealed, and when I pressed my tongue inside her pussy, it clenched around me, desperate for something thicker, like my cock.
Under different circumstances, I’d make this last, so when she finally came, she’d be screaming my name so loud people in fucking Moscow would hear it. But we were short on time.
I focused my attention on her clit, taking it between my lips and sucking hard. She went off like a rocket, her cries echoing around the room as she fell apart.
My cock wasn’t happy, but it could wait. I had a corpse to deal with first.