Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roman:
I watch her as she slips on her skirt as I lay back, propping myself on my elbows. Her movements are timid but curious like I was going to pounce.
She walks to the side of the bed, “So, are we ready?” she asks, bouncing her hands on the top of her thighs. Her nervousness was cute but I know what I took from her, and those chains are on her mind. She may not tell me the real reason she came here in the first place, but I can see her breaking with no regret.
I’ve never had this.
“Come here,” I say. She looks at the corners of the bed where the chains are as she brushes her hand under her cheek, moving her glasses up her nose. Placing one knee at a time, she crawls to me. “Mmmmm I love when you crawl to me,” I say as she lays her head on my chest.
So sweet and pure of her to cuddle me. It feels almost as though she is meshing with the sun setting through the window. Warm, orange rays pierce the corners of the room yet blankets over her supple body, hiding any of the darkness she has within her. The way she begs for pain from me.
Like my good Sweet Rabbit no matter if she is hidden. Hiding something or not, she is beautiful. Mine.
The pressure to find out if she is working with Sarah makes my obsession drive further into the depths, but instead of that darkness I know, I am letting My Little Rabbit soften me. I would have killed anyone who was in question about being an enemy, especially if they were working with the government, in an instant. The creeping feeling of how she makes me feel makes me lean up to the edge of the bed.
She sits up with me, “Where are we going?”
I stand and walk to the closet, “To the club and then home.” I check my watch and place it in my pocket.
Right on time.
She must have sensed annoyance because her smile fades, “Your club?”
“No. I have to take care of something,” I say as I turn to her with a case.
“My house?”
I let out a chuckle, placing the case on the bed, “No, you are not leaving. You have to figure some things out first, remember?”
Ava
The club was what you would think an upscale club would be. The streams of lights highlight people chattering in corners as they figure out who to fuck, how to pocket money with their next best selling ticket, and which group to mingle with for the sake of their status of their hierarchy. Grooves and pockets of tables tuck into the walls while the low and sensual bass clatters the pearls that string around their necks.
Roman holds my hand as we drift across the floor. The way he leads me makes me feel like he is the only thing tethering from falling into the gawking eyes as we pass. The sway of his shoulders and how his tattoos touch his hair line in his suit makes my lower body warm and feel very underdressed for a place like this.
And with the buttplug he placed in me.
He didn’t pay any mind to them as he kept his focus straight and chin leveled with a slight twist to me like he was showing me off. I fold my lips in, knowing he wouldn’t let anyone tear me to shreds. That it was his job.
For some reason, I am ok with that right now. In this moment.
My asscheek aches from the welts but the way kissed away the pain earlier makes me want him to fuck the ache that was warming in my panties. I tug my hand to my side at the thought as we make it to a table.
He stands at the end of the bench, extending his palm out to help me sit.
I raise an eyebrow at him, “Such a fucking gentleman,” I say sarcastically. I smile playfully as I scoot past him into the booth. He grabs the back of his neck, cocking his head to the side as the corner of his mouth juts out slightly from his tongue. Like he was biting it as a way to distract himself from picking me up and throwing me back in the car. I love how I can get under his skin, it’s the least I can do the way he does with mine.
He leans to a sit, bringing his leg flush with mine and squeezes the top of my thigh. He flashes a half smile, glowering his eyes like he was warning me. His stare makes me cross my leg over his hand, trapping it between my thighs.
He lowers his chin, slightly, “If you keep doing that— “
“ —or what?” I bait as I lean my elbow on the table, laying my chin in my hand.
He curls a smile up, “Do you like to dance?”
“Do you want to know my favorite color too?” I’m sarcastic and loving how he folds his bottom lip in with his tongue like he loves it.
He lifts his hand, moving my thigh from it. I settle my leg next to the other as he runs his fingers between them, keeping his eyes on me. My lower hips squirm as I look around to see if we were still being watched. People are bouncing to the music, paying attention to their glasses of alcohol and not what is going on under the table. He swipes two fingers over my pantyhose and I blush as I keep my gaze forward, knowing how slick I am.
A waitress stops at the table, “Champagne?” She asks us with a smile. He pushes into my clit, pulsing his fingers up and down in small motions. I keep my breath even as I hold in my whimpers.
He takes a glass off of the tray, “Thank you,” he says and sits it in front of me. The waitress smiles at me and walks away. I look at him, parting my lips.
“That’s it. Keep your eyes on me,” he says as my thighs go fuzzy. “Well, what is your favorite color?” His eyes don’t leave mine.
I breathe out, “It's… it’s… blue.” The hoods of my eyes are heavy.
“That’s a beautiful color,” he hums. My lids close as the heat reaches my knees.
“Eyes on me, Cottontail.”
I open them to see he hasn’t drifted his gaze anywhere else but me. I start to build into a release.
“So, do you like to dance?” he asks, pressing me closer to a release. He smirks as he waits for me to answer.
“I…I…” The heat reaches my toes, “Yes,” I breathe out in a whisper ready for my release as I restrain from moaning. I wouldn’t know if anyone was watching me, but I’m not sure I would care if they were.
He removes his fingers from my clit and leans back placing his hand on the top of his thigh. His eyes watch me as I flare my nostrils with disappointment. I keep my focus on the dance floor instead of him. He knows what he is doing and I hate how much I need his fingers.
I purse my lips together and release them as I drift my gaze from the dancing to him. I grind my hips on the bench, squeezing my thighs together.
He leans picking up the case and my hand, “Come here.” I hold onto his hand as I stand with him.
He doesn’t let go of me, interlacing his fingers with mine. I follow him through the weaves of people as they cackle and dance together. The flash of lights strobe his sinister grin as he peers over his shoulder at me. I keep my focus on him as the heat waves through my body and also my apprehension of where he is taking me. His grin is like warped black smoke seeping outward, wrapping around my neck as he reaches a door, opening it for me to enter.
The room is a small party room with one long glass table and chairs surrounding it. The orange strip lights, lining the edges of the floor, are the only thing illuminating the room.
I enter and turn, practically running into him as I face him. He shuts the door with his foot as he places his hands on my hips, pulling them slightly into his. He towers over me, bending me with his face inches away from mine, “Do you like ignoring me when I warn you about your sass?” His voice is low. I grind up into him, ignoring his question. “Is that what you want,” he says, halting my hips with his grip, “You want me to make you cum?”
I dig my nails into his back as the air catches in my throat, “Yes.”
His hands grasp around the back of my thighs lifting my legs around his waist. I cross my Mary-Jane heels behind him as my nails drag down to his lower back. He walks me over to the table and practically slams my back on it as I cry out; afraid the glass would shatter beneath me.
I keep my ankles crossed around him as he plants one hand next to my head, “That’s it, cry for me,” he says as his chest vibrates against mine. He stands from me and my legs drop to the glass table. I dangle them, creasing the back of my knees against the edge. He walks to the case and picks it up. My eyebrows lift as my eyes widen. My mind is whirling a million miles a second, wondering about all the possibilities that are in that case.
He places it above my head, pressing my knees apart with his and leans over me. He kisses my neck to my collarbone as he opens the case. My eyes close as he licks my neck from the bottom to the top.
I purr, “Yes…” The shut of the case forces my eyes open at him as he straightens, holding a large dildo. My eyes go wide. His cock barely fits in me as is. How is this going to fit? “Is that why you brought the case?”
He smiles slightly, “No, but it is a plus.”
I stare at the purple dildo, “I… I… don’t know if it will fit in any part of me.” I say with hesitation.
He hums, “Do you trust me, Cottontail?”
I shake my head yes.
“Say it with words,” he tells me with a gravelly voice.
I whisper, “I trust you.”
He sets the dildo next to me as he pulls my skirt, pantyhose, and panties off with my shoes. His kisses trail over my lower mound to my nipples, brushing my shirt up with his nose as he pulls my bra up with his hands.
I don’t want mercy. I don’t want tender. I want every inch of his violence.
He hovers over my face with his venomous eyes as my lips barely separate, trying to ease my breathing. He spits in my mouth as he goes in for a kiss. I moan into his lips, grinding the front of his slacks as I breathe the tantalizing scent of him and his sins.
Two of his fingers trail down my slickness as I bend my knees bringing my feet to the edge, inviting him. He lifts his face from mine, brushing his knuckles down my jaw.
He straightens to a stand between my legs and spits down on the buttplug and gently pulls it outward from me. I moan as he watches it come completely out of me and inserts two fingers, making me cry out as I sit up into a V. He slowly glides them until he reaches his last knuckle. His pulses are gentle as he stretches his fingers outward slightly.
He leans into my ear as he inserts a third and my hands grab the back of his neck from fullness.
“Mmmm that's it. You are doing so good,” he praises. Lifting his head from my ear, he aligns his cock with his pulsing fingers and spits downward. He picks up the dildo and presses the large head into my pussy. I drag my hands above my head as he inches deeper, keeping a steady rhythm with his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and presses the head of his cock to my asshole. The dildo enters fully into my slick pussy as he pushes his cock in me, slowly, so fucking slowly.
Holy fuck.
My eyes roll as I grit my teeth in a low scream from his large cock and dildo, filling me. He kisses my knee, grazing his teeth across it as I let out an airy smile. His teeth sink into my flesh. I scream from the pain and pleasure knowing he hasn’t fully entered me yet.
With slow pulses he fully enters as his pelvis pounds against me to every deep plunge. Every movement pushes the heat from my core to my head. The intoxicating thrusts deeper and harder with every cry that escapes my lips, rippling my flesh. I reach out for him, but I can't get close enough.
He must have realized this as he tilts my hips, bending my legs against me and toward my shoulders. I reach out to his hard chest digging my nails into his skin.
“You are taking my cock so well in your asshole, Cottontail,” he groans. I whine out with a nod. The dildo pulses at the same speed as his cock and I can feel myself drift as I collide in the air. My body convulses, sending me into a haze. I scratch slowly down his chest, as my arms shake and knees tug outward as I come.
“Good fucking girl, such a good fucking little slut taking all of me.” He moans, gravelly. He keeps the dildo pulsing slowly as he increases his speed into my asshole, making my body inch across the glass.
My rolling orgasm makes my body shutter, “Fu…Fuck,” I grumble as my head drops to the side. He thrusts in all the way, releasing into me. My arms drop to my chest as he stands almost straight, keeping his dick in me as he pulls out the dildo. My body relaxes as the warmth wraps around me. He slides his cock out and watches my asshole as his come drips from it.
He leans back over me to my face, “You did so so good.” His praise makes my eyelids heavy, as I look at him through my lashes. My breath is practically heaving my chest into his as he kisses my eyelids one by one.
Roman
As I walk out from the small connecting bathroom, she slips on her last heel over her foot, strapping the buckle around her ankle. That alone makes me want to toss her back on the table. I adjust my hardening cock in my pants, as I crouch down to her, lifting her white sock over her ankle. She doesn’t say anything but she doesn’t need to. She did so well, and her flushed cheeks and grin tells me she knows it too. I am pleased with how satisfied she looks with her eyes glossed over and heavy.
I grab the case as I take out my watch and the realization hits. I missed my opportunity to find the old member of the Bratva tonight but she is worth more than possibly finding them right now. They can wait, I have time.
I push the clock back in my pocket as I shake my head with a chuckle in disbelief at the thought. I can’t believe that I would ever say that. To practically lose track of the one thing I am good at, killing and time. Especially losing it to a possible mole.
She stands, “What's so funny?” She folds her arms over her torso, dipping her chin.
I kiss her forehead, “Nothing. But it’s time to go home, Cottontail.” I grab her hand as I lead her out of the room.
The bass and lights bounce around us as we make it to the entrance. The dimly lit sidewalk is scattered with hoards of people, grouping in laughter near the brick wall as they shift their weight to stay warm. The cold air makes her breath steam puffs of swirls around her exhausted body as I start to pull my jacket off for her to wear.
“Volokhov!” I hear someone shout. I turn to the voice and grin as the slithers of smoke engulf me, clutching my rage.
I can hear the start of the clock ticking again.
Tick-Tick-Tick