Chapter 30 #2
“I wasn’t planting it, I was retrieving it.
Listen to me, Daniil. You can kill me after you hear me out.
” The tears that spill down her face now are tears of frustration.
But I can’t look into her beautiful brown eyes anymore, so I throw the knife aside and pace around the room like a tiger stalking restlessly in its cage.
“A year after my family’s death, just after my seventeenth birthday, I found a flash drive in the pocket of one of my mother’s old cardigans.
It was the only piece of clothing I kept because it reminded me of her.
She used to wrap it around her shoulders when she worked late into the night.
” A silent sob escapes her mouth before she continues.
“In the weeks after my family died, my uncle dealt with everything—purged their existence. If I was more with it, I would have stopped him. But by the time I came out of that deep dark hole, he’d erased them.
Clothes, journals, personal items, all of it gone. He acted like he did me a favor.”
“What was on the flash drive?” I question, my voice unflinching.
She releases a hard breath through her nose.
“It was … everything.” She shakes her head as if language is beyond her right now.
Maybe it is. “I told you my parents were journalists, but they didn’t cover the local beat.
Maybe that’s how things started, but they’d both moved into investigative journalism.
As far as I know, they focused on the assholes in Washington, preferring to take down crooked politicians and public figures.
But it seems my mother took on a secret project collaborating with an anti-corruption organization in Colombia.
Nothing had been reported yet, they’d only been gathering data … but you can imagine how it ends.”
“Let me guess. They were investigating your uncle.”
“Yes,” she rasps. “They were building a case against him with the organization’s lawyers.
I don’t know how my uncle found out, it was supposed to be top secret, but …
” Bianca’s delicate shoulders shrug as emotion swirls in her eyes.
“I was young when I learned all that. I was living with the monster that killed my family. I didn’t have hard proof, but there were enough clues in my mother’s work to suggest my uncle was onto them.
What was I supposed to do? I knew no one, I was surrounded by Zegas.
The FBI was literally my only option for help.
And they agreed … but with strings. They wanted me to help expose him, take him down for everything.
And I wanted that, too. I want to see him rot in jail. ”
“Did I ruin all of your well-laid plans with that poker game?” I snarl, understanding where this is all going.
“That was the only reason I was with Jorge.” She stands and grabs my wrists.
For some reason I let her. “He’s despicable, and I hate him.
But unlike my uncle, after a few drinks, he’d let little details slip.
Cartel business I wasn’t supposed to know.
But then you came along …” She squeezes her eyes shut and opens them again.
“When I was forced to marry you, the FBI insisted that the Kozlovs become part of the deal.”
“So you sold me down the fucking river without a second thought.” I push her away, but she comes at me again, standing too close. Her scent fills my nostrils, confusing my body. Because when she’s near all I can think about is having her. Fucking her mercilessly, like she’s my only salvation.
“Yes. I hated you at first, I had no loyalty to the man who called me a ‘convenient wet hole.’ Taking my uncle down is all I’ve lived for,” she continues, sobbing. “All I’ve cared about for years, and then you came along and ruined everything.”
She slaps me across the face. Hard. As if all of this is my fault. And maybe it is. But I refuse to apologize for any of it. Even if it brought me to this moment, where nothing makes sense and it hurts, everything fucking hurts.
A cocktail of emotions churns in my stomach, but I know without a doubt this is our last time together, and I need to have her right fucking now. There’s no logic to it, I’m a man possessed, but I’m not the only one feeling this magnetic pull. Bianca’s eyes are dark pools of desire.
Without further thought, I have her lifted and in my arms as my teeth sink into her swollen bottom lip. “I want you to bleed for me,” I tell her, “and I’m going to lap up every drop.”
She hisses as my tongue sweeps across her bleeding lip. I should slit her throat right now and be done with it, but my dick has other ideas. He always has other ideas when it comes to her.
I drag her to the small table in the center of the room and, with a hand shoved between her shoulder blades, push her down until she’s flattened across its surface.
I’m so hard for her, and her little moans tell me how much she wants this, too.
Pinning her in place with one hand, I lift her nightgown, exposing her ass to me.
“You’re wet for me, Bianca,” I gasp, running a finger up and down her slit. “Is that a lie, too?”
The moment my cock is released from its confinement, I seek her warm cunt, and white-hot need electrifies every nerve ending as I bury myself deep inside her.
“That was never a lie,” she gasps, peeking up at me through her veil of hair. But I can’t stand to look at her, so I pummel her without mercy, satisfied when her eyes squeeze shut and she cries out every time my pelvis crashes into her ass.
The way her hot pussy clamps down on my cock is enough to make me explode inside of her, but I will myself to hold off. I’m not ready to let her off the hook yet.
“I’ll never forgive you.” I pull her head around, and spit into her open mouth. “Never.”
“Fine,” she gasps. “Just help me. Help me get revenge against my uncle. Help me destroy him, burn his cartel to the ground. Then you can kill me.” My hips snap harder into her as she talks about her own demise. I’m the only one allowed to conjure her death. Not her.
“Why?” I roar. “Why should I do anything for you?”
“Because I fucking love you, can’t you see that? I couldn’t go through with it. I was going to tell you everything.”
I stop thrusting and pull her up by her hair while I remain jammed to the hilt inside of her. Fucking love. As if I’d fall for the oldest trick in the book.
A response is beyond me right now. I’m lost in the heat of her tight pussy and her perfect flesh, but I can’t give in to her. Not yet. I come at her like a wolf unleashed on its prey, using her for my own twisted needs, a slut just for me.
She takes it. Because I have the power here and she knows it, but that doesn’t help make any of this better.
No, it makes it so much worse.