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“Please tell me that you’re not in any discomfort.” He should have asked before now, but better asking before he pumped her full of his seed again because right now he was unable to go slow.
“I’ll hurt you if you don’t finish what you’ve started.”
He grinned, and quickly inhaled when she tightened her legs around his waist and raised herself up before dropping back down.
Grabbing her ass, he held her still while he panted for breath. “Need a minute,” he muttered, clamping his jaws together when she rip
pled along his dick. “I’m about to lose it.”
“Fuck me, Mikhail.” She growled, and used the fingers that she had in his hair to bring his face closer as she sealed her lips over his.
He was so gone.
His hips started moving and gradually he started to fuck her fast and hard, his cock the hardest it had ever been. The wetness of India had his balls so tight that the minute he felt her pussy ripple and convulse on him, he came. His release was so powerful that his legs threatened to give way.
India directed his mouth to one of her breasts where he bit the tight bud through her shirt and bra. It was a livewire straight to her pussy as she squeezed him so hard that he saw stars from the pleasure and he took them to the floor where his cock released one last long burst of semen.
“I can’t,” he moaned. “Oh, God.” He ended up flat on his back while India sat astride him.
He was hard in minutes, but he didn’t have the strength to move, even when she removed her shirt and bra.
She offered him a secretive smile as her hands went into her hair and she started to undulate on him. His breath became hotter, heavier within minutes . . . the week continued pretty much the same but they did make time for the discussions with Dimitri and the feds.
Chapter 15
Sitting cuddled against Mikhail while Hugh drove them into the city, India’s heart beat rapidly. She was nervous about what was going to happen next and the tension within the vehicle had everyone just about ready to explode.
Dimitri’s idea was for him to take them in with him so that they were protected from Mikhail’s father. She felt apprehensive though because they trusted a man who until last week was in the employ of Vasiliev, or so they had thought. It was confusing and she wished that she could go back to the time that life was peaceful and simple. Go back to the rose garden and to be able to meet Mikhail all over again without his father and hers being in the equation.
That wouldn’t happen though and as the cars drove into the underground parking lot of the Federal building her anxiety climbed and only settled when Mikhail intertwined his fingers with hers. “It’s going to be okay, India. Once this is done and I’ve told them everything I know and where they can get physical evidence against him, we’re out of here.” He kissed her cheek. “I promise.”
“I’m still worried. He’s a powerful man, your father. Once this is done what’s to say he won’t send someone after us.”
Dimitri cleared his throat. “That won’t happen. Word on the street is that Konstantine Vasiliev has gone past his expiry date. Things have changed from twenty, thirty years ago, and Vasiliev doesn’t like change. The others do.” He winced as he turned to face them from the front seat. “When Vasiliev is gone there will be new power . . . unfortunately for us. But trust me, anyone who is still loyal to Vasiliev will fall with him.”
Mikhail wrapped her in his arms and the scent of his cologne relaxed her and she felt as though she could breathe. She kissed his chest before moving slightly away. “I’m okay now.”
He quickly kissed her lips before taking her hand again. “Let’s get this over with.”
Armed agents stood close to their vehicle and once they opened the door all hell broke lose.
The sound of gunfire splintered the air the noise so loud that she was sure that she’d be hearing it in her sleep for a long time to come.
Mikhail took her to the ground and covered her with his body while Dimitri knelt directly in front of her head providing cover fire. With her face pushed into the ground, she braved opening her eyes and let out a strangled cry. On the other side of the car, lying bloody and still, was Hugh.
She tried to scramble and get to him, but Mikhail wasn’t moving from her. He put his mouth directly to her ear and whispered, “Stop moving. They’re not getting you.”
“Hugh’s not moving,” she cried, tears falling down her face. “We have to help him.” No sooner had her words left her mouth than quiet descended.
No one knew quite what to do, glancing at each other until Dimitri slowly stood and shouted for the other agents to move forward.
“Don’t move yet,” Mikhail whispered. “I’m going to crawl around the front of the car to Hugh, but I can only do that if you promise not to raise your head.”
“I promise.”
“Good girl.” He kissed her on the curve of her neck before he crawled off her and around to Hugh.
Even from her position she could see that he was hurt badly. She fixated on the slow rise and fall of Hugh’s chest, and what she presumed was Mikhail’s T-shirt was pressed against where he’d been shot.
