Chapter Thirty-Seven
Roman
Ava buckles herself in, ignoring me as I walk past her. This was not how I wanted her to find out about me, but I’m not sure how else she would have. When I said we were going to take them out, I would have believed it was understood, as in killing them. The cruel reality may have been too much, but she should understand. They need to be taken care of somehow, and this is the only true way that works.
I sit, leaning myself back on the opposite bench. My left shoulder hurts like hell, and I know it will for a while, but I’m happy it wasn’t anyone else, especially her. I would have shot the fuckers back, but there was a split feeling in my gut. I have never felt that way with past jobs, but I had to get to her and keep her safe. I have been hunting people for years and never lost focus on what I needed to do. But the one thing that I can’t get off my mind almost kills me and her .
She is so gorgeous in that dress, but the way she pulls at the fabric tells me she is uncomfortable. Bouncing her leg, she rolls her eyes, “Do you not wear your seatbelt?” I could tell she wanted to say something else, but wasn’t sure how to say it.
I smile at her, “Why? Would you like to come over here and wrap your legs around me like one, Cottontail?”
“You would say that. But no,” she snaps.
I’m going to get up and wrap her around me in a second to teach her about that bitchy tone. I narrow my eyes as I stand. She laughs like she understands the picture I was painting in my head and stands. I slowly walk toward her as she meets me. I pull her to my hips, compressing her to mine as I step backward to the bench. She shoves me back onto the seat and brushes her hand through my hair, observing me with suspicious eyes.
Gazing at the mask hanging from the front pocket of my hoodie, Ava sits next to me and leans her head onto my good shoulder. I wrap my arm around her as she curls onto the bench, placing her head on my lap. “I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I am not someone who should be anyone’s muse. I don’t even feel like I know who I am anymore,” She argues, but I am not sure if she was arguing with herself or me, “You are sick and fucking twisted. You… you fucking stalked me and made me think it was someone else. You are just like the rest, thinking you can own whatever you want. You probably fucking watched me sleep or some weird shit too.” Her hands ball into fists. I take a deep breath, and before I can explain the first night I discovered she was my muse, she interrupts me, “I feel like you don’t see it as that though, like you see it as—”
“—I do see it as that. I know what I was doing, just like I knew you were up to something from the get-go. You wanted to destroy the Bratva and so do I.” I lug her flush to my hip, “So, do you still want to destroy me?”
She bites her inner cheek and shakes her head slightly as she stands. She is quick as she practically rips her dress off, shoes, and bra. Wrapping her hand around my neck, she jumps on my lap, spreading her legs as I grab her throat.
I tighten my grip around her, forcing her onto her back as she lets go of mine, “Does this mean you do?” Fighting against the pain in my shoulder, I spread her legs, wider, with my other arm.
She laughs, wrapping them around me, “No.” She pushes me with her hands as she pulls her knees toward her chest, “I don’t want to kill you anymore, but—” She kicks her feet against me, pushing herself away..
I tighten my grip around her throat as I yank her ankle, dragging her back down and hold it tightly against the seat. I suck in a deep breath, through my teeth, from the agony shooting across my shoulder. She taunts a smirk as she thrusts her hips. Lifting the other foot into a kick, she struggles under me.
I kneel on her free thigh, “Oh, is this what you want?”
She licks her lips and nods, arching her back. I graze my teeth over her nipple with a groan. “I hope you understand that I don’t regret anything, and I never will.” I kiss across her chest to her neckline, “Open your legs wider for me, Sweet Rabbit.”
Ava
At some point, I will wake up from this state of free-falling, but he just so happens to be the first thing I can grab onto right now as I tumble. I feel comfort in it though, despite his lies. Maybe deep down I knew he was my stalker, but somehow I was protecting myself. Now I am stuck on a plane with him for thirteen hours.
We stop mid-movement as Gleb announces that he is set for lift-off over the intercom. Pushing myself away from him, I fold my arms as Roman plants his hands on either side of my head.
“I’m going to clean myself up and sleep,” I say, sitting up, knowing damn well I want him. But my eyes hurt, my skin hurt, my brain hurt.
I have to have him. I have to feel
He shifts his weight as he adjusts his hood, sitting next to me, “Sleep does sound good after a shower,” he says as he kisses down my shoulder, drifting his lips against the surface.
“Where are we going anyway, and why Russia?” I gulped, thinking about all the possibilities he could possibly tell me. I have never been there, truthfully I have been anywhere other than Maryland.
The rumble of the plane lifting off and the initial weightless feeling, mixing with his low groan, makes me feel vaporous as I lean into his touch. I am glad to be away from Stepan and how atrocious my life has become. If anything, it has been the opposite of what I expected. The lights dim overhead, turning the white interior into a creamy color.
He sighs, pressing his palms together and spreading his fingers slightly, “It’s the furthest I could think of. There is an old apartment I stay at when I need to get away in Moscow.” He looks at my lips and back into my eyes, “It reminds me of before I moved to America. And a good place to hide you away and keep you safe.”
I hum lightly, “Oh, well… thank you.” I watch as he sets the rabbit mask to the side, slipping off his hoodie, “But, really. I am nobody. You shouldn’t waste your time.” I breathe in and clench my jaw together from saying that, anticipating his response.
He places his hands on the sides of my thighs and hoists me onto his lap. “Mmmm, You are worth the time. Even if you are mine forever,” his lips drift across my jaw to the front of my ear, “Forever could be just a second, and I won’t take the chance, Cottontail,” he rasps as he stands, cradling his arms under my legs. Walking to the back of the plane he slides his hand to my pussy, sliding his fingers in, “There is a shower back here and I will make some food after I fuck you… and wash you.” I nod into a pant as he presses me into his chest, slowly moving his fingers in and out.
He stands me up in the tiny shower and gently takes my glasses from me, setting them on the small vanity. Everything seems to close off and fall away as he stares at me for a moment. He strips his shoes and pants as I stand there, crossing my arms over myself. Stepping into the shower, he turns the water on, shielding the initial cold stream of water from me.
Snatching my hands, he drags them to the plastic shower wall, pressing the heel of his palms against my inner wrists, “No hiding, remember? No masking what belongs to me.” He elevates me, dragging my center over his erect cock. I shift my hips, grinding the side of his cock against my opening as I wrap my legs around him. He turns, shifting me under the stream.
Lifting me outward, he slams his cock upward into me as he collides my back into the wall. Water trickles between us as I moan into his mouth while he thrusts hard against me into a deep grind. His hand presses my throat, flush to the wall, gritting his teeth into a deep and needy grumble. The haze of lightheadedness rolls my eyes back as he grips the sides. Releasing his grip around my throat, the tingles creep, stunning my head into a tilt and away from his face.
“Look at me, Cottontail. I want to see your face when you cum, sweet girl.”
I hold my breath, easing into an exhale as I meet his eyes. The heat inches outward from my core, pushing me over. He continues thrusting into a deep grind as the steam rises with my release, shattering my moans into the tendrils of spirals.
“That’s it,” he says as I grind my hips back and forth, orgasming around him. “You are doing such a fucking good job cumming for me.” He lifts me from the wall, turning his back to the water, and grinds his come deep inside of me.
I fold over onto him as he releases me to my feet. He brushes the wet strands from my face and bends down, kissing my lips into a soft bite. “Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll make us something to eat.”
As much as I would like to be mad at him for not telling me about the cards, it’s hard not to feel safe with him, like he is opening a door, and I’m slowly levitating to its pitch-black entrance. He says he’s a bad person, maybe yes, yet nobody has seen this side of him. I feel like he is changing before my eyes, and I am unsure if he knows that. Here I was thinking he was going to murder me if he ever found out what I was up to.
I wrap my arms around his waist, “Thanks for saving me again like some damsel in distress.” I roll my eyes and sigh.
“Not some damsel in distress. More like my little Sweet Rabbit.” He leans slightly back like he was telling me I didn't have to be strong tonight. That it’s ok to be myself and just be without trying to win the performance of my life right now. He wipes a tear off my cheek and pulls me to his chest again. The smell of him instantly makes me want him in every way, but we will have plenty of time for that when we get there.