Chapter 67 Sienna
SIENNA
The elation I’d felt after finding the Souleater had cooled over the past few days as Maxim, Sergey, and Dimi strategized the best way to eliminate him.
I had suggested they all just drive on over to the warehouse and—bang bang—take care of business.
Dimi had looked at me like I’d grown a few extra heads.
I’d left the bulk of the strategy to them, which included thermal imaging cameras, bomb detection, and the staggered arrival of soldiers all wrapped up in a nice little arson bow. I’d passed the time with CozyScape, but tonight was finally the night.
The countdown to tonight’s mission hung over us like a ticking bomb. For how much I’d wished it would arrive, now I faced it with dread. In a few hours, Maxim would come to stay with Vovchyk and me at the safe house while my husband returned to the place of his greatest trauma to face his torturer.
The renovation show I’d put on to pass the time had long become background noise. The only thing I could focus on right now was my husband, who was on the verge of falling apart.
He paced around the room, jaw set and muscles rigid. His eyes had that vacant look I recognized from his nightmares, like he’d been transported somewhere else. Wherever he was, it did not look like a nice place to be.
I pushed myself off the couch—making one of those involuntary grunts like I was an ancient being or a constipated penguin—and crossed the living room. I was only a few steps away when he noticed me.
He shied back, holding up his hands like he was fending off an attack. “Don’t get too close.” His eyes darted around the room. What was he looking for? Did he even know? “I can’t…I’m not in control right now. I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was amazing how quickly things had changed between us after just two weeks together, because the idea of him hurting me was laughable now.
“Is there anything you normally do when you feel like this?” I asked.
He tugged on his hair, not even flinching at the sting. “I fight at Mayhem.”
I hummed and took another step forward. “And that helps?”
“Yeah, but I’m not fucking getting in the ring with you.”
I laughed, imagining going up against him with my huge pregnant belly. I would win instantly because I doubted Dimi would even step foot inside the ring if I were there…well, probably just to declare me the winner and carry me out.
“No, I wasn’t thinking that. I have an idea of something else that might help.” I was close enough now to trail my fingers down his chest. He wore a soft black T-shirt I planned to steal. “You didn’t finish the last fight you were in. You found relief another way, didn’t you?”
Heat flared in his eyes. Was he thinking about how he’d fucked my mouth after the fight—first in the car and then in the shower? I squeezed my thighs together as sparks of need ignited in my core and soaked my panties.
I maintained full eye contact as I slowly sank to my knees. He cursed and lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
“What do you think? Is it worth trying this technique?” I tugged down his zipper and cupped his hard-on through his boxers.
He slipped his fingers through my hair with a low moan. “Fuck. Take me out, malyshka.”
His cock was heavy in my hand, the skin smooth like velvet as I wrapped my fingers around the thick base of his shaft. I leaned forward, maintaining eye contact as I licked the bead of precum off his tip.
“Blyat. Take me into that hot little mouth.”
I smirked as I parted my lips, but I only took his tip. I teased him with my tongue, licking and sucking just enough to give him pleasure, but not enough to push him over the edge.
“You’ll be the fucking death of me,” he growled. “Stop bratting and take my cock like the good girl I know you can be.” His eyes blazed with fire, his expression almost angry. But I knew better.
He wrapped my hair around his hand and pulled, forcing my head back. “Do you want to be my good girl?”
My fingers dug into his thighs. He was asking permission to fuck my mouth and take his release however he wanted. I nodded, and his eyes crinkled with warmth.
Without warning, he thrust deep into my mouth.
My eyes watered, and I gagged in surprise.
Instinctually, I pulled back, but he didn’t allow it.
The tip of his thick cock rested right at the back of my throat—not deep enough to cut off my air, but right at the spot that forced me to concentrate fully to prevent myself from gagging.
“Shh, malyshka. That’s it. You can do it. You can give me everything.”
I shifted forward, taking him further down my throat. I swallowed around him, desperate not to choke. Desperate to be his good girl.
“That’s it. Fuck, your mouth was made for me.” He pulled out enough for me to take a full breath before thrusting in again. His hold on my hair was unyielding. I braced my hands on his thighs and sank into the feeling of total surrender, where nothing mattered besides pleasing him.
He needed it, and I did, too.
My jaw ached, my lips were puffy, and my clit was so swollen with need it was almost painful, and yet, the harder he thrust into my mouth, the more I drifted, utterly relaxed.
“Eyes on me.”
My gaze raked up his body—lingering on the ridges of his abs, his massive hands that handled me with ease, until I met eyes so heated it made my cheeks blush.
“I’m going to fill this tight little mouth with cum and you’re going to swallow every last drop, aren’t you? Because you’re mine.” Thrust. “Forever.” Thrust. “Never letting you go.”
I moaned, and he let out a string of curses before spilling down my throat. I swallowed him down, eyes drifting shut as he gentled his touch. I leaned my cheek against his leg, the tension in my body melting away.
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me hungrily, not caring that I still had his taste on my tongue. “I’ve spent my entire life scared, but in the fighting ring, nothing else mattered. Now, the only time the fear goes away is when I’m with you.”
We were wrapped around each other on the porch, watching the sunset. Our sweet girl was dancing in my belly after dinner, and Dimi murmured to her in Russian.
I trailed my fingers across his scalp. “Did you just say something about a bear?”
He flashed me a radiant smile. “It’s an old fairytale about a girl who runs away into the woods and finds an enchanted bear.”
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and he continued telling the story, lulling me with his soft words and gentle caress of my belly. I wished I could freeze this moment and stay in it forever, safe with my family, under the pink and orange sky.
“You’ll be careful, right?” I whispered.
He brushed his cheek against mine. “Of course. I have my two precious girls to come back to.”
A few hours later, Maxim arrived. We stood shoulder to shoulder by the front door, watching Dimi drive away with Sergey and Ilya. They would meet the others at a rendezvous point.
Maxim nudged my shoulder. “He’ll be okay.”
My lips quivered as I tried not to cry, but I gave him a half-hearted nod.
“Come on. Let’s go inside and eat a shit ton of ice cream while you show me the latest in CozyScape. I’ve been neglecting my village.”
The taillights from the armored SUV had long since vanished. I let out a slow breath and turned away. “Alright. Let’s get your village under control.”