Chapter 21
Sean
The landscaping around us is immaculate, and I feel like I stepped onto a goddamn movie set. My feet are beyond freezing as Jace and I follow Louhi around the side of Viktor’s sprawling home. I must admit that I’m glad to be distancing myself from those damned dogs, though.
My teeth chatter as the groomed path leads to one of the largest backyards I’ve ever seen. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure a lawn this expansive can even be categorized as a yard.
“That’s the clinic.” Louhi points to a building as we pass. “Viktor keeps a full surgical team on standby. Hazards of the mafia or whatever.”
Damn. This new reality is bitch-slapping me across the face.
The trek to the small brown cottage sitting at the tree line at the back of the vast, landscaped area feels miles long, but that’s probably because it’s cold as fuck here. The fact that I don’t have a shirt, shoes, or underwear doesn’t help.
“Please tell me it’s not always this cold,” I mutter the second we step inside. Rubbing my hands together, I blow my hot breath on my clench fists, but it does nothing to ward off the chill that’s crawled beneath my skin.
Jace snorts, and his palm connects with the back of my head good-naturedly. “It’s Russia in fucking January, dipshit.”
“It’s not quite so miserable when you have adequate clothing.” Louhi giggles, her pillow still stuffed under one arm, and her rifle case in the other.
She starts down a corridor and turns to face us both, just before disappearing. “There should be food in the fridge, and if I remember correctly, from the last time I stayed here, there’s three bedrooms. I usually take the one at the end of this hallway.”
Jace glances around. “I’m taking the one farthest from the two of you.”
I shake my head, trailing after Lou as I leave Jace to explore on his own. Louhi’s on me the instant I shut the door. Her lips crash against mine, and I flip us so that she’s against the wall, my hands clutching her body tightly. I wince at the pain that shoots through my shoulder.
“Never leave me like that again, Sean,” she speaks against my mouth. “I want to kick your arse.”
I chuckle, my stomach aching. “But?”
“But…” She smirks, the expression challenging and seductive, rubbing her body against mine in a shameless attempt to seek relief. “I’ll settle for being a sadist’s little whore.”
Oh, fuck me to hell. She knows how to push my buttons.
“Undress and get on your knees, Lou,” I command, my eyes locked with hers as our souls seem to reach out to one another.
Doing as I ordered, she tosses her clothes aside and falls to her knees, her bare heels kissing the backs of her ankles between my spread thighs. My dog tags are tucked neatly between her full breasts, gleaming in the warm light from the lamps illuminated in the room.
Something dark and dangerous shifts in my chest as I take in the sight of her like this. I shut it down.
The palm attached to my uninjured shoulder glides over the top of her head. “Always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”
She scoffs, recalling how I called her sweet Lou during one of our sessions at Ex-I, despite the dichotomy of that statement.
As she reaches for the waistband of my ill-fitting sweats, I catch her wrist and shake my head. “I didn’t tell you to take me out. Has freedom made you forget how to follow my orders? Clasp your hands behind your back.”
Her pretty brown eyes narrow on me. I watch with amusement as she wages an internal war. But she follows my directions.
“That’s better. I’m glad to see that you haven’t forgotten who owns you.” I smirk, and her jaw clenches. Push me, baby.
I thread my hand into the soft strands of her hair. Looming over her, I extend my other hand, my fingertips grazing the engraved words on the necklace, pinching the thin tags between my fingers before letting them fall back against her body.
“Stay.”
Her nostrils flare, her eyes flashing with fury and lust when I order her like a dog. I slip past and stalk toward the ensuite bathroom. I’d never admit it, but I could use a few minutes alone to try to get my shit together. Plus, I’m dirty as fuck.
My wounds sting beneath the hot spray, especially the burns, but I grit my teeth and indulge. I wash my body three times in a feeble attempt to cleanse myself of that horrible place.
The reality of everything feels like it’s crashing down around me. I don’t know who I am outside of my military career. I don’t know how my piece fits into Lou’s ever-shifting puzzle or how I might slot into her life. Not to mention the way my mind feels…different after my time in that goddamn box.
I drag my hands down my face, the short stubble I’ve accumulated stabbing my palms. I want to show up for Louhi, for myself, but it’s a lot of change and the unknown is swirling like a tornado in my mind.
Is the Secretary of Defense going to send in a Ranger team to take us out?
Is bunking with the fucking mafia really a great idea?
Despite eating and having some water on the plane, my stomach still feels hollow and I’m bone tired, but my dick is hard when I think about Louhi waiting for me.
Once I’m finished, I wrap a towel around my waist and emerge from the bathroom half expecting to find that Lou has disobeyed me and altered her position.
Instead, I find her exactly as I left her: naked, arms behind her back, kneeling for me. That’s my girl.
As I stalk toward the imposing bed centered against the wall, blood continues to rush to my cock that’s hidden behind my towel. Louhi’s combative expression tells me that she’s thinking about how she might kill me. I nearly chuckle, stifling the sound at the last second.
Perching on the edge of the soft mattress, I demand, “Crawl over here.”
From this position, I can’t see the bottom half of her face, but I imagine she’s clenching her teeth as she decides how far she’s willing to go when it comes to doing what I say.
She’s lucky I’m allowing her to crawl to me on her time. I’m tempted to march over and drag her to the bed by her hair. I’d enjoy the way her scalp would twinge and burn with the force of my grip.
After everything I just went through, I shouldn’t be having that reaction. I grind my molars and try to shut those dark thoughts out.
At last, her hands hit the floor. Seconds later, she slinks around the corner of the couch, her breasts and ass swaying, and my dog tags clink softly as she moves.
She looks fucking edible like this, prowling toward me like prize prey inching closer to my snare. The darkness within me begs for control, clawing to break free, but I suppress it.
I can’t let it out with her. Not when I’m so…raw. If ever again.
My nerves feel frayed and bare, like exposed electrical cords. Right now, I have little control over my inner monster, and I’m unsure of what I might do to the woman I love if I let go of that leash.
When she reaches me, she settles back on her heels, peering up at me through dark lashes with a mixture of determination and lust in her gaze.
Removing my towel, my cock bobs in front of her face. “Lick it. I know you missed it.”
She doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward, swirling her tongue around my head, making me grunt. Feeling emboldened, she snakes a hand up to my abdomen, her fingernails scraping over the ridges of muscle as she wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, stroking me once, twice.
I let her have her fun, and her eyes flick to mine as she takes me all the way into her hot, perfect mouth, her pouty lips wrapping around me. My dick leaks pre-cum onto her tongue as she strokes the underside of my balls while she works me harder and faster.
My patience cracks like a whip, and I grip her hair at the scalp. I wrench her off me before shoving her forward again.
I fuck her gorgeous face furiously until I yank her off me and get to my feet for more leverage.
She sucks in a deep breath before I impale her mouth on my dick once more, thrusting into the back of her mouth until she chokes and sputters, tears spilling from her eyelids and tracking down her cheeks.
“That’s it, baby, milk my cock. How long do you think you can suck me without breathing?” I utter through my teeth, dark shadows creeping into my mind. “Let’s find out.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t have time to stop me—or catch another breath—before I’m pinching her nose as I shove my erection back between her lips and down her throat, cutting off her air.
I nearly come as she fights for oxygen, continuing to drive into her mouth savagely.
“I am the air you fucking breathe.”
Fuck, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do, owning her wholly, the pain of her being unable to breathe making me just as hard now as it did the first time I waterboarded her. It’s so wrong, but goddamn, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I should stop.
There’s been a point in every relationship I’ve had where I had to end things because I couldn’t have them the way I so desperately wanted—needed. This is different. Lou is different. She thrives in my darkness, challenging me to go further, push harder, be my worst, most authentic self.
But what if I can’t stop now? What if the parts of my mind that Thompson opened take root and I’m unable to exercise authority over the sadist in me? Squeezing my eyes shut, I tilt my head back as I wrangle control of my thoughts.
“Suck, Lou,” I grunt.
When I glance down at her again, her eyes are wild and wide, her face bright red; nevertheless, her tongue swipes over my shaft, and she hollows her cheeks, following my directive. Clamping her lips down around me tighter, she rolls my balls between her fingers again.
Releasing her nose, I come with a guttural groan, the sound echoing through the room. She swallows greedily, and I withdraw from her mouth as she heaves for air, gasping and coughing. After only a moment, I haul her onto the bed, and she bounces on the mattress.
“Sean,” she whines hoarsely, bordering on downright begging. On all fours, I watch as her cunt drips with wanton need, pleading for my attention. She squirms, her glistening pink pussy waving in the air like a fucking flag.
The bed dips as I kneel behind her and grip her hips brutally. Without warning, I thrust into her, my head falling back as her shoulders drop to the mattress. Her core squeezes me, spasming as her body trembles.
I slap her ass with my good arm, her skin rapidly heating with the force of my blow as her cunt ripples around my length. I thrust into her again, harder this time, as I land another stinging smack. The more violent my pace, the more forcefully I spank her.
“I need…I can’t…I want…” Lou whimpers. As my stinging hand whacks her again, harder still, I relish the sight of the red welts bubbling to the surface. If only I had something other than my hand to use right now…
“What do you need? Use your words.” My hand cracks across her other cheek. Unintelligible sounds tumble from her lips in answer, and I drive into her more forcefully.
“If you don’t start talking, I’ll edge you until you cry,” I warn.
She shakes her head, moaning a protest as she pitches her hips, desperate to meet my punishing pace. “I…need to come.”
I hum. “Use my body to get off, baby.”
Adjusting the angle, I press her chest more firmly to the bed, and my next drive inside her has her screaming, telling me that I’m hitting the spot she loves. I slip my hand around to her clit, stroking until her body is quaking.
“More,” she pleads, but I can’t give her what she claims to want.
I shouldn’t want to hurt her, but I do. I’m scared I won’t be able to pull back if the darkness swallows me.
I’ve already let that side of me have a taste once tonight; I won’t gamble a second time.
Instead, I flick her clit, barely resisting the urge to pinch it as I pound into her.
She finishes with me as my second release comes on fast and strong, seeming to never end as white dots fill my vision. Only after we’ve recovered from the high do I pull out, memorizing the way a mingling of arousal and cum drip from her cunt, dribbling down her thighs.
Unable to help myself, I lean down and lick a trail up the tender skin of her thigh and lap at her entrance, gathering the mixture of us into my mouth.
She sucks in a breath, moaning as she rolls her hips. I flip her over and crawl up her body until I’m hovering over her face. Tapping her lips with my index finger, she blinks once before opening her mouth for me.
I spit what I’ve just lapped up into her waiting mouth, and I don’t even have to tell her to swallow, which has me smirking wickedly.
“I told you once that I wanted to stay inside of you even after I’ve left.”
Crashing my lips to hers, my new stubble scrapes against her face as she runs her palm over my jaw. Our mouths tangle, our tongues dancing as we connect.
This woman was made for me, carved out of the same stone slab.