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Until then, these six witnesses will know what happened here today. We declared our love for each other before I finally claimed her body.
I want to remain inside of her, with her unconscious in my arms. I want to strip ourselves naked and hold her tight while God-knows-what goes down outside.
Because when dawn comes, she will have to go home, so I must savor every minute with her.
Slowly, I withdraw from Willow inch by inch. I look down between us at our joining, and the moment my cock is free, my cum leaks down her thighs in a glorious sight.
I lay her back on the bed, adjusting her head against the pillows and covering her with a blanket. I don’t need anyone else to see more than they already have.
“Are they done yet?” I ask over my shoulder. I tuck myself back into my pants, but I don’t bother with the zipper.
“Yep, just got the money shot,” Mikhail says. “Although she never came.”
“That’s fine.” I brush a stray lock of hair from Willow’s face before climbing off the bed.
When I approach the hostages, Johanna is curled up naked on the floor in the fetal position, her mascara running down her cheeks. Her short hair is sticking out at all angles, and she looks like a sloppy mess.
“What will you have us do next?” Ilya asks from the doorway. “I wouldn’t mind taking a turn with the German princess.”
Johanna sobs. Willow might feel sorry for her, but I feel nothing. Tonight was retribution for her despicable actions.
Despite my malishka’s darkness, she also has a sense of morality, and her inner struggle tonight was evident. She might be wracked with guilt when she wakes up, and I’ve come to love her multifaceted, albeit self-conflicting, personality.
Which is why she needs me to give her that push. Unlike Willow, I have no redeeming qualities, and I will kill and humiliate anyone who dares to come after her.
“Do what you want with them,” I say with a shrug. “Go upstairs and get your dicks wet. Just secure the hostages when you’re done playing. Deal with them in the morning once this mess with the protesters has passed.”
Mikhail steps forward, lowering his voice while the others tie up Johanna and the American boy. “How serious are these protests, Alek? Should we be worried?”
I want to reassure him that Andarusia remains as powerful as ever, that we have complete control over these protesters and our country.
But I can’t.
A storm is brewing, and it’s getting worse with each passing week. The anger is palpable, and hiding in our ivory towers with our heads in the sand will do nothing to quell the inevitable.
The boiling point is nearing, and when it does, anarchy will ensue. And when the dust settles, Andarusia will be unrecognizable.
But perhaps that isn’t a bad thing.
“I’ll keep you posted.” I clap him on the back before turning away, eager to return to the girl in my bed.
“When can I go home?”
The American’s question makes me pause, but my eyes remain on Willow’s sleeping figure. She’s waiting for me, and this insolent fool is interfering with my birthday celebrations.
“Find your own way,” I say.
“But… I don’t have a passport! I don’t have money or anything. Your guys just kidnapped me.”
“Sounds like your problem, not mine.”
“I’ll go to the police!” he says. “I’ll tell them what you did to me!”
Finally, I round on him, and he flinches beneath my stare. The other guys laugh, and I don’t blame them because the boy is delusional.
“Go ahead,” I say. “No one will believe you.”
I step forward, pulling my switchblade from my pocket. He recoils and tries to scramble away, but his wrists are already bound once again, and he falls on his side.
