Chapter 11 #2
I keep my lips wrapped tightly around his finger so I don’t scream my release to the whole damn pub.
The ice cube’s already melted, but the coolness still remains, mixing with the heat and sending pleasure to every inch of my body.
My pussy pulses with my orgasm, clenching around his finger while I grip the table so hard my fingers ache.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, watching every detail of my release and the way it’s left my body shaking.
His finger slowly slides out of me, gliding along my overly sensitive skin before he holds it up, letting me see how wet it is.
Keeping his finger in my mouth, he sucks my juices from his other hand with a ravenous look in his eyes.
When he pulls out of my mouth, I suck him the whole way until he’s free and then pull him closer so I can kiss him.
Running my tongue over his, I taste my pussy on him and deepen the kiss while he cups the back of my head and opens wider for me, plunging his tongue into my mouth so I can suck it and get my fill.
I’m two seconds away from straddling him when he pulls back with a groan.
“God, you test my limits, baby.” He rests his forehead against mine and takes in a slow, deep breath.
When he’s back under control, he gives me one more kiss and then pushes my plate in front of me. “Eat, lapochka. You’ve earned it.”
I smile and button my pants back up. Grabbing the ketchup, I squirt some onto my plate and dig in.
He laughs at the appetite I’ve worked up and pops a fry in his mouth.
The cheeseburger is greasy and delicious, and it tastes even better after the orgasm I just had.
We laugh and eat, and when I’ve cleaned my plate, he gives me a wink and gets the waitress’s attention to let her know we’re ready for the check.
Walking back to where we parked, he keeps his arm tightly around me, always making sure he’s closest to the street so his body is between me and all the traffic.
One second we’re laughing and I’m thinking the night couldn’t possibly get any more perfect, and the next second I feel his entire body tense as his fingers dig into my arm, pulling me even closer to him.
I look up, seeing the look of pure rage on his face before I follow his gaze.
“Oh my god,” I whisper when I see his car.
Someone’s beaten the hell out of it. The windows are broken, the hood and sides are dented, and both headlights are shattered.
His phone is already out as he sends a quick text, but before I can ask him what’s going on, I hear a voice behind us.
“Put the fucking phone away and don’t move. If you do, I’ll shoot her.”
I feel the rage radiating off Valeri’s body, but his voice is deadly calm when he says, “If you hurt her, I will kill you so fucking slowly that you’ll be begging me for death long before I’m done with you.”
“Maybe,” the man says, “or maybe I’ll just kill you both.”
Valeri’s harsh laugh is as cruel as it is cold. “Fucking try it. I know you know who I am. My brothers will come for you. They will find you, and they won’t just kill you when they do. You made a big fucking mistake tonight.”
“Shut the hell up and start walking,” the man growls. “Take the small alley up ahead on the left.”
Valeri’s arm is still wrapped tightly around me, and before we start walking, he angles my body in front of his to keep himself in between me and the man who evidently has a gun pointed at us. I look around, but the people driving by aren’t looking or caring, and the sidewalk around us is empty.
“It’s all right, baby,” Valeri whispers, giving my arm a soft squeeze. Louder, he asks, “Judging by the baseball bat you took to my car, I’m guessing her dad sent you.”
“More like friend of a friend,” the man says, and I have no idea what he’s talking about because my dad doesn’t have any friends beyond Lyle, and I can’t imagine him even knowing where to find Valeri or having the brain cells needed to orchestrate something like this.
“Her dad is in the hospital with a hand that will never work properly again and a broken jaw.”
Valeri laughs like we’re still on our date instead of being forced down a dark, creepy alley with a gun pointed at us. “He cried like such a fucking baby when I took the bat to him.”
“Let’s see how much you scream when I break every bone in your goddamn hand,” the guy growls from behind us.
“I look forward to you trying,” Valeri says, and I swear to god he actually sounds like he can’t fucking wait.
Stepping into the alley, I slow my pace down because it’s darker here, and I’m worried that others might be hiding in the shadows.
“Hurry up!” the guy yells at me.
Valeri’s thumb caresses my arm, comforting me as I walk further in. “Yell at my girl again, and I’m going to cut your fucking tongue out before I kill you.”
The man laughs, but even I can tell how fake it sounds. “Keep walking to the motorcycle up ahead.”
“You taking us for a ride?” Valeri asks. “I hope you don’t expect me to ride bitch. I’m not going to cuddle up behind you and wrap my arms around your big gut while you drive us off into the night.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” the man says. “She will be, though.” The laugh he gives makes my skin crawl. Valeri feels my body stiffen as he gives my arm another comforting squeeze.
“That’s not going to fucking happen,” Valeri says in a voice that doesn’t hold a single trace of doubt in it.
He gives my arm one more squeeze and then quickly pushes me aside so I’m no longer in front of him in case the gun goes off.
I take a few more steps and press myself against the building, and by the time I turn to see what’s happening, Valeri already has the man pinned up against the brick wall across from me with a knife pressed to the man’s throat.
“You okay, baby?” he asks me.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, feeling my heart race as the adrenaline courses through me.
The man grunts but doesn’t try to speak. Valeri’s pressing the knife hard enough against him to let him know if he talks, the movement will make the blade sink in.
“I need you to come here, Evie. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.” My voice is shaky along with the rest of me, but I push off from the building and take a few cautious steps towards him.
When I’m close enough, he briefly turns his head, running his eyes over me, reassuring himself that I’m okay.
His green eyes soften when they meet mine, but then turn to ice when he turns back to the man.
“Do you recognize him?” he asks me.
I stare at the man, taking in his dark blond hair, the beard that’s grown long enough to look unkempt instead of stylish, and the eyes that are dark brown and wide with fear and anger. When his eyes dart over to meet mine, Valeri digs the knife in hard enough to draw blood.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” he growls. The man quickly looks away, but I see the way his hands are balled into fists, and I know how much he’s dying to lash out.
There’s no way Valeri is going to let that happen.
Even when he had a gun pointed at his back, it still felt like he was the one in control.
“No,” I say, “I’ve never seen him before.”
Valeri keeps the knife pressed firmly against his neck and says, “Grab my phone, baby. It’s in my back pocket. Text one of my brothers and let them know there’s one man and we’re in the alley by the library.”
Reaching my hand out, I slide my fingers into his back pocket to grab his phone, and because the man’s ass is my weakness, I can’t resist giving him a squeeze before I pull my hand away. He gives a soft laugh while I try to open his phone.
“What’s your passcode?”
“Your birthday.”
I smile and type it in. The chat thread immediately opens since he’d been texting Vasily when the guy first showed up. It’s all in Russian, so I hurry up and switch to the English keyboard and type out the quick message.
“Done,” I tell him after I hit send.
Thankfully, the response is in English so I can read it. We’re on our way, Evie.
“He said they’re on their way.” I slip his phone back in his pocket. “How’d he know it was me?”
He gives me a quick wink. “It was in English.” Putting his focus back on the man, he tells me, “Scoot back a bit, baby.”
I do as he says and take a couple of steps back. Satisfied I’m not in any danger, he releases the pressure on the knife just enough for the man to answer when he asks him his name.
“Steven,” the man says, and I can tell he’s trying to be gentle when he says it, not trusting that the knife won’t cut him again.
“Well, Steve, you really fucked up tonight coming after me while I’m with my girl, putting her in danger, threatening to take her with you, pointing a motherfucking gun at her and threatening to shoot her.”
The rage in Valeri’s voice takes me by surprise. Each word out of his mouth is harder and colder than the last, and if I was Steve, I’d be pissing myself.
“I was told she was Lyle’s,” Steve says, making my eyes widen in surprise while Valeri barks out a laugh.
“You’re fucking joking, right? Lyle, her dad’s fat fuck of a friend?”
Steve gets defensive and tries harder to talk his way out of this. “That’s what he told me, man. I wouldn’t have come after you if I’d known the truth.”
“Anyone with goddamn eyes can see that there’s no way in hell she would be with him.”
“I didn’t know,” Steve says, and I can tell by his tone that he’s getting pissed about the whole situation. “He just said that you and your brothers busted Jim’s hand and then took his daughter with you. He said that Evie’s his and that I was to get the little bitch back.”
The low growl coming from Valeri has goosebumps rising on my skin. His tone is gentle when he says, “Lapochka, turn around and don’t look back.”