27
When I feel something hot going down to my panties, I freeze. I try to sit up in bed, but his arm makes it impossible for me to free myself no matter how hard I try.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, still sleepy.
“Don’t be long,” he murmurs in a low whisper after a while, his eyes still closed, moving to the left and giving me a very good view of his arse.
I rush to the bathroom, then look for some pads and replace my old panties with new ones. I come back to bed with a slight moan from the cramp twisting my stomach. As soon as I get under the sheets, his arms trap me again. His lips resting on the top of my head.
“Good morning,” he says with a smirk, sliding his hand inside my shirt and reaching one of my breasts.
“Morning,” I reply, snuggling closer into his arms as he plays with my nipple.
“Don’t you want to get up?” He asks softly, very close to my ear. I shake my head. “Then I guess we can stay a little longer.” I purse my lips in a pained grimace as I bring my hands to my stomach.
He entertains himself by sucking on my neck and then licking the spot. Then he squeezes my body tighter in his arms, burying his face in my neck. The cramps and the pain grow from his grip on my stomach.
“I need to go again,” I whisper, feeling an intense urge to vomit. I hold it in, but the pain grows stronger, causing me to let out another moan as I wash my face to feel better.
“Lena?” I turn off the tap and meet his worried eyes through the mirror.
“I’m fine. I’m just going through that time of the month, you know,” I say with an attempt to smile. His eyes darken as he approaches, the corner of his mouth tilted slightly.
“Does it hurt a lot?” I shake my head. I bite my lower lip, hiding a smile as he gently lifts me off the floor.
“I can walk,” I mutter sarcastically.
“But you’re much better off in my arms, don’t you think?” He asks with a sly smile.
“Well, it’s not too bad,” I say with a broad smile.
I laugh when his hands start moving along my ribs, causing my juices to flow all their way down my pad as a cramp runs through my stomach. Then he leaves me on the bed, tucking me in with the sheets and arranging the pillows behind my head.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He kisses my head, then looks at me, waiting for an answer.
“Nothing, just pass me some painkillers. They’re in the bathroom cabinet.”
Seconds later, he returns with a packet of pills in his hand. I sit up slightly and take the pill with a small smile of thanks. Then he sits down next to me, bringing a bottle of water to my mouth.
“Thank you,” I murmur, lying down again. He soon does the same before starting to caress my stomach with his gaze fixed on my face.
By the time I open my eyes, I realize it’s quite late because of the darkening sky. The first thing I do is rub my eyes so they can adjust to the dim light. When I see him near the window, I smile broadly and immediately walk towards him with silent steps, wrapping my arms around his waist.
When he feels my arms, he immediately turns around.
Then he leans down until our lips touch lightly before deepening the kiss with a moan.
My hands run through his black hair. We both start walking until we reach my desk.
He quickly moves some things aside, then puts his hands on my arse and lifts me up until I’m on top of it and he moves between my legs.
I gasp when he rips my shirt in two, exposing my breasts along with my underwear.
His eyes now shine with desire as he scans every part of my body.
“You drive me crazy, Lena,” he whispers with a husky voice in my ear before running his teeth along the curve of my neck. “I feel like a fucking hungry animal when I’m next to you.”
He then presses our mouths together in a wild kiss that takes my breath away once more.
Then he bites my lower lip hard between his teeth until I feel a sharp pain and warm blood begins to spill down my chin.
He cleans it with his pierced tongue. I moan when he starts sucking that part of my lip, causing a sharp pain that takes me to heaven itself.
When he pulls away with swollen lips, he picks me up and places me on the desk chair.
My heart begins to beat faster when I see him tear my panties off in one swift movement and throw them aside.
He kneels and gently caresses my legs before pulling them toward him, causing my flow to increase a little.
That makes me pull my legs up on impulse for fear of staining the chair.
“Wait,” I say in a very low voice under his impatient gaze. “I’m bleeding. A lot,” I emphasize without wanting to go into further detail.
“I know,” he says. “Are you feeling bad again?” I shake my head. “Then I don’t see what’s the problem,” he stretches my legs again.
I bite my lower lip anxiously when he presses his lips against my mound, leaving short kisses along my legs. He then spreads them apart until my core is at his complete disposal. He begins to erase all traces of my fluids with his tongue, then starts sucking my clitoris with a moan of satisfaction.
I pull his face closer between gasps of pleasure and tug harder on his black hair as I feel the tip of his tongue circle my opening.
He stops to spread my lips further with his fingers and insert his tongue, driving me wild with pleasure.
Then he returns his attention to that sensitive spot, sucking while penetrating me with one of his fingers.
I part my lips to form some words as I feel a pleasant tug run through my stomach to my lower body.
All that comes out of my mouth are more moans that I don’t even try to avoid.
Remembering my disastrous end the last time we were in a similar situation, I try to pull his mouth away.
I only get a guttural warning grunt as he resumes his assault with more force than before.
When I can’t take it anymore, I put my hands over my mouth, silencing a scream of pure pleasure as that tug intensifies, making me explode with ecstasy. A thick fluid slides between my arse cheeks until it touches the chair as I try to hold back the torrent, or whatever it was, failing miserably.
My breathing is still unsteady. My messy hair is covering my flushed cheeks and the slight sweat on my forehead from the heat earlier, but he looks at me as if I were some kind of treasure, without even blinking.
“Ty deystvitel’no krasivaya,” he says, his hands resting on the arms of the chair and his face just inches from mine.
I turn my face away in disgust when he leans toward my lips slowly, but he holds my face and forces me to look him in the eyes. Then he directs a couple of his fingers to my entrance and inserts them, making me let out a slight moan.
My heart begins to beat fast the moment he puts his two fingers, stained with my fluids, on my tongue.
I can immediately taste iron mixed with sweetness and saltiness while he watches everything closely.
Shortly after, our mouths collide forcefully as he lifts my body into the air.
The taste becomes more intense, but for some reason, it only makes my insides stir with a tingling sensation.
“Let’s give you a bath.”
“My legs are going to go numb if you never let me walk,” I reply, burying my face in his chest, feeling it vibrate when he bursts out laughing.
“You can’t blame me for wanting to hold you in my arms all the time.” My lips stretch into a small smile.
Then he carefully sets me down in the bathtub and turns on the hot water tap. As it fills, I watch his back muscles tense as he rinses his mouth with the tap water.
I blink, tearing my gaze away from his body and focusing on turning off the tap before finishing submerging myself in the hot water. I open my eyes, feeling the muscles in my stomach relax almost instantly.
By the time I open them again, he is gone, although it doesn’t take him long to return, looking tense. He leaves some clothes on a small table near the bathtub, then sits on the edge of the tub with the black diamond scorpion pendant in hand.
“Where did you get this?” He asks.
“I found it on my bed. I thought you gave it to me,” I say, pulling my knees up to my chest. I frown when he looks away. His jaw tense with anger. “Why? Is something wrong?” He shakes his head, softening his features in an attempt to appear calmer.
It’s better not to tell him about the cell phones, bags and anonymous calls. That would definitely piss him off.
I get out of the water, shivering a little from the cold. Soon a towel wraps around my shoulders before his arms wrap around me.
“Are you leaving?” I ask as I notice his clothes on. His T-shirt stained with dried blood.
“I have to go back and do a few things.”
“Come back early tomorrow. It’ll only be a few hour’s difference,” I say with a pout. He gives me a warm smile, then cradles my face in his hands and brushes our noses together.
“Believe me, that’s what I want most, but I can’t,” he replies, pressing his lips to mine for a few seconds. “Although I could take you with me.”
“No. As soon as they find out I’m gone, they’ll go crazy.” His lips now twists into a grimace.
“When are you going to tell them?”
“I don’t know,” I say, biting my lower lip. “I tried to talk to him about it and he wasn’t very happy. Besides, I don’t think he’d like me dating someone older than me.” He raises both eyebrows, giving me an amused look.
“I’m only four years older than you.”
“You’re still older than me,” I scoff. Then I squirm in his arms when he starts moving his fingers quickly over my sides above the towel. “Stop,” I mutter with a laugh, pushing his hands away from my chest.
“I love you,” he whispers very close to my lips.
Another knock on the door catches our attention and interrupts our kiss. I pull away from him to quickly get dressed and leave the bathroom.
“I’ll call you later,” he murmurs, kissing my lips chastely. I nod.
“Wait. What are you going to do? We’re on the third floor, you could tear your stitches open again,” I reply in a slightly obvious tone as I watch him walk to the window.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, opening it and stepping through the frame.
I walk to the window, ignoring my brother’s calls from the other side of the door. I don't open the door until I see him walking away.
“Hi,” I say, meeting eyes identical to my own.
“What were you doing in here all day?”
“Sleeping. I wasn’t feeling very well.”
“You don’t look sick,” he refutes with a suspicious look. I click my tongue and look away.
“That’s because I’m feeling better now,” I reply, stating the obvious.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that because today is your lucky day,” he says with a grin.
“Why’s that?” His smile widens.
“Because I’m taking you to the best burger joint in town.”
He only invites me to places when he wants to know something.
Jas wasn’t lying; the burgers at this place are amazing.
“Now will you tell me why you brought me here?”
“Why are you so suspicious? Do I need to have a special reason?” he asks with an amused smile. I give him an incredulous look. “All right.” He rests his elbows on the table and leans in a few inches. “I know you’re hiding something, and I want to know what it is. Simple.”
“I could say the same thing. Or do you think I didn’t notice how you slipped away the other night?”
“Fine. But I asked first, so you speak first,” he murmurs, clasping his hands together like some kind of villain. I let out a slight snort and slump back on the sofa.
“You’re nosy.”
“Let’s just say I like knowledge. Knowledge is power.”
“Yeah, right,” I mutter.
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
“I have a boyfriend,” I blurt out, almost stumbling over my words. The tingling sensation in my stomach is not long in coming.
“And who is he? Oh, let me guess.” He narrows his eyes and runs his fingers over his chin. “It starts with an A, ends with an I, and in his spare time he likes to drink blood,” he murmurs with a sly smile, causing me to choke on my chocolate milkshake.
“He doesn’t like to drink blood,” I say with a slight blush on my cheeks. “And how do you know that?”
“Anyone would notice.” I let out a sigh as I twiddle my fingers.
“What about you?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Nothing important. I went out partying with the guys the other night.” I nod, focusing more on biting into my burger. However, when I hear what comes next, I almost choke. “Josh has tattoos on his dick. Did you know that?”
“Of course not. Why should I know?” He shrugs and continues eating, ignoring my disgusted expression.
“That’s not interesting. Tell me something better. Is it official? Does that mean the house is finally ours? Has he sucked your blood yet?” He asks raising his eyebrows with an amused smile that makes me laugh.
Just as I’m about to answer, a woman’s words make me glance up at the big screen hanging from the ceiling.
With all the noise in the restaurant, all I can make out is the headline saying that Norman Ramirez has been captured in a police raid in Monterrey and will be extradited here in a few days.
Before he got into trouble with the police, he was one of the people who sent merchandise to my father from Mexico, but lately he hadn’t been in touch much. Not until now.
Jason’s whistle distracts me from the television and makes me forget for a moment the knot of worry in my stomach.
“One down,” he says simply, popping a potato chip into his mouth.
“I thought something had happened to you. Don’t ever leave like that again.” Polina runs towards me and spreads her arms as soon as she sees me.
The annoyed expression on my face isn’t enough to scare her away, so I dodge her and continue on my way to the room where Denis is waiting for me.
“The stupid bastard took the bait,” he says, sitting on the sofa with a grin.
“Good. I want you to find out who’ll be in charge from now on, how they’ll operate, how they’ll eat, how they’ll breathe. Fucking everything. I don’t trust them one bit.”
“As you say, my lord.” He disappears quickly. Not before making that stupid bow that accompanies another of the nicknames he had given me.
Shortly after he leaves, I hear other footsteps approaching behind the door.
“As far as I know, your father wanted you to ally yourself with them. Why wouldn’t they be trustworthy?” I raise my head to find Sergei frowning.
“Are you now eavesdropping on other people’s conversations?” I ask with a hint of indifference.
“I was just passing by and heard it.”
“I need you to keep a closer eye on her.”
“Why? What are you plan—?”
“You ask too many questions. Just do as I tell you,” I cut him off with a cold stare.
“All right, whatever you say,” he mutters leaving the room after.
Then I take out the pendant. I’ve seen a similar symbol before, and although I have my own suspicions, I’m frustrated that I can’t remember exactly where or when I saw it.
What’s clear is that this pendant came with something else for her that I will destroy myself and then feed it to whoever the fuck dared to give it to her.
Ty deystvitel’no krasivaya1: You are truly beautiful