Chapter 47
Luka
“Have you ever done this?” she asks, her voice laced with curiosity.
“Done what?” I peek at her before looking back to the road.
“Framed someone to throw them in prison.”
“No, I can’t say I have.”
“Huh,” is her only response.
I was heavy on the ‘let’s kill him’ camp, but she quickly convinced me of her plan.
We worked tirelessly on getting the proof cops would find, then, anonymously, tipped them about the whereabouts of the perpetrator.
I say we but it was all Sophie. My job was to be a sounding board for her ideas, but the execution was all her.
My plan would include breaking a bone or two, but this was her path. Her closure.
And he’ll spend the rest of his pathetic life in prison.
I drive for five more miles before pulling to the side of the road.
Another car is parked there, waiting for us.
I grab our stuff from the trunk and place it into the other car.
The road is deserted, which we counted on.
The sun is setting, casting a warm hue on the clearance below it.
All things considered, it’s quite beautiful.
Sophie grabs a leftover bag, but I grab her hand and pull her close to me.
“Wh—” she says, before noticing the sunset.
“It’s not Bahamas, but it’s not bad, either,” I say, pressing a kiss to her hair.
She places a hand on my chest, shooting me a serious look. “While I appreciate the romantic notion, I’d prefer to not get caught by the police.”
A chuckle escapes me. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.” I grab the collar of her shirt, and she releases a quick breath.
“Just being smart about it.”
“Tsk-tsk. You and your brain, always on the job. You’ll be a mafia wife in no time, so it’s best to get used to liking the rush.”
It’s the second time I’ve mentioned marriage to her. Just like the first time, her mouth parts on an ‘oh.’
As my lips near hers, a loud wail of a siren breaks the moment.
“Fuck, they’re here.”
I was raised to hate the police. Had quite a few run-ins with them, as well. But never have I hated them quite like at this moment. Fucking cock-blockers.
I take her hand, feeling her pulse pumping wildly. “Let’s go.”
I help her get into the unassuming Chevrolet and stomp on the gas pedal, so that we’re on the road before the cops.
I sense her shaking in the passenger seat and make a split-second decision to help her cope.
The sirens grow louder and louder, and I use her distracted state to slip a hand down her leggings.
“Ah,” she gasps. “You’re crazy. What the hell are you doing?”
“Relax, baby.” I brush a finger over her clit, and she lets out a tiny mewl.
I feel her grow wetter as she grinds on my hand and my cock stiffens in my pants. Peeking at the rearview window, I see the cars approaching.
A sense of thrill runs through me as three police cars pass us. Feeling gutsy, I even smile at them, earning myself a glare from Sophie.
As soon as the cars get far enough, Sophie slaps my chest and shoulders with her hands. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Come on, mila. Live a little.” I press into her clit, eliciting a breathy moan. “Don’t tell me you don’t like this; you’re soaking my fucking hand.”
“Y-y-you…”
“Yeah, I’m the one who fucks you best. I’m the one who’s going to make you come right here right now, with fear coursing through your veins.”
She shakes her head. “I-I can’t…I’m too stressed.”
“You can.” I press a finger to her entrance, following with another.
“Oh, fuck,” she sighs.
I curl my fingers inside her, using the palm of my hand to rub her clit. Her moans mix with the sound of her slickness as I fuck her with my fingers. Her head drops to her shoulder.
“Shit,” I mutter, realizing the car swerved to the middle of the road. Quickly, I bring it back to our lane, my hand squeezing the steering wheel with more force than needed. My cock throbs and aches, desperate to be let out.
“Luka, fuck…” is the last thing she says before her pussy tightens around my fingers with rhythmic pulses.
She trembles in her seat, her release hitting her wave after wave. With a few more slow circles around her clit, my hand slips out of her leggings.
“Good girl,” I say, looking at her before placing the fingers in my mouth, not wasting a drop of her juices.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes out, her head dropping to the window. Her cheeks are rosy, and her hair is mussed even though I barely touched her.
My dick twitches and the pain turns searing at the taste of her. “You want to see crazy?”
On an impulse stronger than my rationale, I turn right, off the road and through the neglected field.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“You were a good girl for coming, but you still called me a lot of bad names. It wouldn’t be smart of me to let that fly.”
She sucks in a breath. “Since when are you being smart?”
My teeth press into my bottom lip, biting back a smile. She’s taunting me. Successfully, I may add. “Maybe it would be smart for you to shut up now. Unless you want to not be able to sit down on the way back to the hangar.”
“I prefer lying down, anyway.”
I look back, noticing the road isn’t visible anymore. The tires dig into the soft ground beneath us as I step on the brakes.
I step out of the car with urgency, circling to her side and dragging her out with a tight grip on her upper hand.
“What are you going to do? Fuck me here on the ground?”
“Nope.” I place her in front of the car. “Turn around.”
She obeys, which is a miracle because I don’t know how much longer can my cock take before snapping in half.
My fingers wrap around the edge of her hoodie, peeling it over her head, along with her flimsy tank top. She’s not wearing a bra, which is another miracle. Her skin rises with goosebumps in the chill air.
Next up are her leggings. I peel them off just to her knees and do the same to her panties. The sun has set almost all the way down, giving me just enough light to illuminate her naked body. Pressing a palm to the middle of the back, I push her down until her chest is lying on the hood of the car.
She hisses. It must be freezing.
“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
She lets out a loud moan when my palm connects to her ass for the first time. It was a moderate strike, not too light, not too hard. Still, the first one is always special. The next one is much harder, but she expects it now. Two more hard ones in succession, and she’s already panting.
I bend over her to press my mouth to her ear. “Are your nipples hard, Sophie?”
She jerks her head up and down, but I need to see for myself. Taking both of her hands behind her back, I grab her wrists and yank her off the hood.
She was telling the truth. Her nipples are two stiff peaks, her tits red from the cold. My free hand doesn’t resist pinching them softly, eliciting whimpers out of her.
I press her back down to the car and land another slap on her ass.
“Is this hurting you, baby?” I massage her flesh roughly.
Her hips circle, trying to find some friction. “Not enough.”
“Not enough, you say?” With one hand holding her chest down, I use the other to unbuckle my belt and slip it out from the loops.
The sound crackles in the air, making her hiss.
The first strike is loud and sharp, mixing with her grunts. Her skin bruises instantly, the soft pink marks turning bright, angry crimson.
The sight sends all the leftover blood to my groin, and I’m forced to unbutton my pants, to relieve some pain.
“I need you to count these,” I groan, barely holding on to my sanity.
“One,” she whispers.
Nine more to go. Nine more before I can fuck her like I need to, hot and fast and hard.
The next five are quick but brutal, reddening the rest of the skin of her upper things and lower back. She counts each one, grinding her teeth.
Seven, eight and nine are slower but no less painful. Her skin has cracked in a few places, but she’s still counting.
The last one comes, and I don’t wait long enough for her to say ten before guiding my cock into her.
We groan in unison, her heat enveloping me like a glove. I place my hands on the back of her neck, to find purchase and slam into her. My abs contract, and my ass squeezes, already forcing off an impending orgasm.
“Is this enough for you, baby? My cock filling you to the hilt,” I grit out, my jaw on the verge of breaking.
“Yes!” She moans once, twice, and on the third one she squeezes the life out of me, her pussy fluttering around my cock. Her body is wracked with shivers as her nails try to dig into the metal hood.
My vision is tunnel, seeing only the red of her ass and my cock dipping in and out of her, covered in her juices.
I pump into her as hard as I can, but there’s no holding back any longer.
My sight darkens, and I realize I closed my eyes.
The earth-shattering feeling starts deep in my bones, traveling through every cell in my body.
It slams through me, cutting off my oxygen supply.
The thump of my heart is the only sound I hear.
When I open my eyes. Sophie’s ass is a mess, and she’s dripping my cum down to her leggings.
The chill seeps into my skin, and I realize she must be freezing. I lift her underwear and leggings and pick her torso up from the car. She shudders in my arms. I dress her back in the hoodie and she breathes out a relieved breath.
“Better?” I ask.
“Better.” She shoots me a soft smile.
I open the back door of the car, gently pushing her to lie inside.
“What are you doing?” she protests. “We need to get to the hangar.”
“The plane can wait.”
She swallows, then bows her head. In the trunk, I dig through the bags to find the lotion for her.
It takes some maneuvering, but tending to her wounded skin is not an option.
I push the front seats forward to make room.
Still, I’m too large for the small space, so I curl up on the floor the best I can, praying that I’ll be able to get out.
“How are you, mila?” I caress her cheek.
“Ok.” She notices my puzzled look, so she continues, “Better now.” She looks away. “The whole thing was weird…seeing him again. I’m not sure what I expected, but he seemed weak. Not the man I remembered.”
“Are you sorry we did this?”
“No. No way. He deserves this. He deserves to pay for his sins, not everyone around him.”
I stare at her for a moment to find if there’s any regret hidden behind her words, but I find only determination.
“On your stomach,” I eventually say, uncapping the special lotion we ordered online. It leaves a cooling sensation and helps speed up the healing process.
Sophie turns and I gently pull her pants back down. Her ass is a mess. A seed of pride blooms in my chest, knowing that she trusts me with this. I squirt the lotion into my hand and slowly rub it into her flesh, careful not to hurt her further. She lets out a long sigh and relaxes into the seat.
It’s hard to say how much time has passed, but by the time I’m done with the lotion, her breathing has deepened, and I realize she has fallen asleep. I wipe my palms on my pants, wiping the excess lotion off and get up from the floor with a grunt.
Slipping into the front seat, I start the car. The dashboard shows I’m driving under the limit, but I drive as carefully as possible so she can sleep in peace.
The lights are blinding as we get to the hangar, and I hope they don’t wake her up. I was expecting her to have trouble sleeping after our little adventure today, so her spontaneously falling asleep is a miracle I don’t plan to waste. It would also be better if she slept through the flight.
I wave to the uniformed guy in front of the plane, and he runs toward me.
“We were supposed to take off over half an hour ago…” he says in a rush, but I press my finger to my lips, shushing him.
My head motions to the back of the car and he notices Sophie sleeping inside. “I’m sorry, Mr. But we really need to get going if we don’t plan to miss the clearance.” This time, he whispers.
“The dogs?”
“They’re inside already.”
“Grab the stuff from the trunk, will you?”
He nods profusely and rushes back to load our things onto the plane.
I lower to pick Sophie up from her spot.
She murmurs something unintelligible, and I freeze in place, scared to wake her up.
Luckily, after smacking her lips twice, she falls right back to sleep.
I carry her to the plane and up the stairs, glaring at the attendant to cut the lights.
She dims them to just low enough so that we can move around without bumping into things. I bring Sophie right back to the bed, placing her underneath the covers. The dogs drop from their current spot on the sofa and follow Sophie to the bedroom.
I close the door behind me, finding the attendant at my heels, her face showing discomfort. “Uhm, we should really all be seated with our seatbelts on for the takeoff,” she says, with a plastered-on smile that’s barely holding on.
“Not today,” I respond, passing by her to check if all our stuff was loaded onto the plane.
She stands there with her mouth parted, but I couldn’t care less. It’s not my intention to be rude, but waking Sophie up is not an option. She deserves every minute of uninterrupted sleep.
After checking our luggage is all here, I join Sophie and the dogs in the bedroom, taking off my clothes before slipping into bed next to her.
I envelop her with my arms and her scent envelopes me.
Time to go home.