CHAPTER 14 #3
One of my large hands leaves the wall to completely fist in her chopped, dark hair.
I yank her head back with enough sudden force to make her gasp loudly, completely exposing the long, pale, beautiful line of her throat.
It’s a tempting, perfect target in the dim hallway light.
I don't kiss her; I mark her. My teeth graze sharply over the sensitive skin right above her rapidly beating pulse point. Ruby’s hands immediately come up, but not to push me away.
She grips my thick forearms fiercely, her short nails digging painfully into the bloody wool sleeves of my jacket.
The sharp sting of my teeth against her skin sends a shudder through her entire frame.
The frantic, terrified pounding of her heart beats right under my lips.
I want to leave deep purple marks on her that never fucking fade.
"You're mine, do you understand?" I demand, biting down gently on the tendon of her neck. "Say it. Say you belong to the monster."
I continue to grind against her in a slow, incredibly punishing rhythm.
My brutal movements echo the exact violence I just committed feet away.
I watch her face closely, totally captivated by the way her hazel pupils are blown wide and dark, reflecting the dim emergency lights of the hallway.
She isn't just enduring this; she's actively arching into the heavy contact, her own twisted, adrenaline-fueled hunger rising rapidly to meet mine. My left hand slides aggressively down her side to grip her bare thigh. I hoist her leg high up, wrapping it tightly around my waist so I can press even deeper into her center. The wet, slick sound of our frantic, synchronized breathing fills the corridor. The slide of the ruined silk against her skin drives me out of my fucking mind. She’s as unhinged as I am. We’re going to burn this entire corporate building down to the foundation.
"Yes. Just like that," I praise her darkly, grinding exactly where she needs it. "Blyad, you're so tight."
My hand moves from her raised thigh to the small of her back, crushing her even flush against me.
I can feel every single curve of her athletic body trembling right through the slip.
I completely lose my grip on English. I begin to speak rapidly in Russian, a filthy stream of dark, highly possessive praise that I know she can't understand a word of, but the raw intent behind the syllables is unmistakable. I bite the soft shell of her ear, my hot, ragged breath blasting against her skin. I’ve never wanted anyone like this. It’s a literal sickness in my brain.
"Moya krasivaya ubiytca," I groan, the Russian vowels rumbling thick in my chest. My beautiful killer. "I'm going to keep you. I'm going to keep you and use you until there's nothing left."
I increase the pace of my grinding, my hips snapping forward in short, brutal thrusts.
My movements become vastly more frantic as the adrenaline from the kill and the blinding lust reach an absolute breaking point.
I’m rapidly reaching for a climax that is fueled entirely by the extreme proximity of death and the blood on my hands.
I can feel her small hands moving frantically over my broad back, her touch desperate, clawing, and searching for purchase.
I grab both of her wrists in one of my massive hands and pin her arms cleanly above her head, holding her entirely captive against the drywall.
The slick feeling of sweat building between our bodies makes the friction even better.
The overwhelming urge to just rip her clothes off and lose control completely right here in the blood is blinding me.
Just a little more... I need to mark her properly before we move.
"Don't move. Just feel me," I command harshly, pressing my erection relentlessly into her cleft. "You're so fucking perfect."
I bury my face deep in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent—a wild mix of fading fear, spiking adrenaline, and something purely, uniquely her.
I feel the sudden, sharp hitch in her breath.
A jagged gasp rips from her throat, signaling she's right on the edge of her own release. The knowledge that I can provoke this violent of a reaction in her, even here, surrounded by corpses in this high-tech house of horrors, is the ultimate fucking aphrodisiac. My hips hitch in a sharp, final, rapid series of grinding thrusts flush against her. The dampness of her skin against my lips tastes like salt and iron. The intense tension in her leg muscles locks tight around my waist as she peaks, riding out the silent, shuddering climax against my leg. I’ve claimed her.
Now I have to figure out how to keep her fucking alive.
"That's it. Give it to me," I growl into her skin as she trembles. "My clever girl."
A distant, heavy, rhythmic thump-thump echoes through the floorboards.
It’s the distinct sound of a heavy fire door closing securely several floors away.
The noise pierces cleanly through the thick haze of my lust. My head snaps up instantly, my ice-blue eyes immediately clearing of the haze.
The predator is back online, overriding the lover in a single, violent heartbeat.
I almost forgot where we were. Stupid. Fucking fatal mistake.
I pull back slightly, though I keep my heavy body pinned protectively against hers just in case rounds start flying down the hall.
I quickly scan the empty corridor over her shoulder, my right hand already reaching automatically for the heavy pistol holstered at the small of my back.
The sudden return of the hallway’s ambient, droning hum hits my ears.
The rapid cooling of the sweat on my skin brings the chill back.
"Quiet. Did you hear that?" I ask, my voice dropping back to a tactical whisper. "Moment's over."
I look down at her. I see the heavy, dark flush of pleasure still painted high on her cheeks and the beautifully dazed, wrecked look in her hazel eyes.
I brush my thumb gently over her swollen, blood-smeared lower lip.
The touch is surprisingly tender for a brief, fleeting second before I force my face to harden entirely back into its cold, tactical mask.
I can't let her see how much that raw encounter just completely derailed me.
I release her leg, letting her foot drop back to the carpet.
I straighten my ruined, bloody jacket, the sharp movement professional and entirely dismissive despite the carnage painted all over me.
The lingering heat between us is stifling, but the stark reality of the two dead corpses bleeding out nearby grounds me.
"Get your head back in the game, Ruby," I order coldly, stepping completely out of her space. "We aren't safe yet."
I step away from her entirely. The sudden, absolute absence of my body heat leaves her visibly shivering against the wall.
The cold air hits her damp skin. The heavy metallic smell of the blood returns fully to the forefront of my senses.
I point toward the two fallen guards with a sharp, dismissive jerk of my chin.
My voice is pure ice now, exactly like a commanding officer barking orders to a low-level subordinate.
I need her intensely focused. I need her to be the sharp weapon again, not the trembling mess I just made her.
I check the long corridor again, my movements fluid, scanning for cameras or shadows.
"Strip them. I want their ammo and their keycards," I command. "If you see a radio, smash it."
I watch her for a split second to ensure she’s actually moving and not paralyzed by the whiplash.
When she immediately drops to her bare knees beside the first dead guard, ignoring the pool of blood, and begins searching his tactical vest with perfectly steady hands, I give a single, satisfied nod to myself.
I turn my broad back on her entirely to watch the other end of the dark hall, the warring feelings of absolute trust and feral lust twisting into a hard knot in my gut.
I wipe my blood-slicked hands carelessly on the dead guard's tactical trousers before reaching down to pick up his dropped assault rifle, checking the chamber in one smooth motion. We’re going to make it out of this building.
And when we do, I'm going to finish exactly what I just started.
"Quickly. We move in sixty seconds. Don't forget the sidearms."