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Thick fingers open me wider to his mouth, all thought disappears. Nothing exists but Aleksander’s mouth on me. His tongue is velvet soft yet it’s unbearably cruel. Too light, then not light enough he tastes me, deeper then down and oh god. More, oh god, please don’t stop. Yes, yes, please.
The first swipe of his tongue to my clit sends my hips off the bed, no, more I need more. Harder please. I beg him for more but he’s already gone. Those fingers are back, sliding inside me. Too much, fear jerks me back.
“It’s okay, baby girl. No fingers yet, just Daddy’s mouth. You’re so beautiful with tears running out of sky-blue eyes as you plead for your orgasm. And your cunt is sweeter than honey, I could eat you for hours.” He growls against my skin.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg.
Another growl and his mouth is back on me. I wanted more of his tongue, he doesn’t give it to me. He sucks deep on my clit.
Down, down, I fall. The wind is rushing past me, filling my ears. I hit the water hard and break apart into a million pieces of flesh and blood and bone. Pain, exhilaration, ecstasy runs through me, melting me back together.
Light disappears as Aleksander is above me, satisfaction clear on his beautiful face. Fear clenches my throat tight. I raise my hand to stop him, Aleksander lowers his head to nuzzle my neck.
“You’re stunning, when you come apart for me. Every night,zhena, every single night you have haunted my dreams. I stroked my cock to the way blue shimmered up at me. It wasn’t your tits, or those lips, or even your luscious ass I came to—it was your eyes. I hated the first time I saw you naked you were neither awake nor an avid participant. I’m going to take my time discovering every inch slow and often. Until I know you blindfolded,” Aleksander murmurs against my skin.
A moan slips from me even as the fear increases at how large his hands are. The power in his touch scares me almost as much as it made me feel safe and protected.
His shirt is so fine my hand slides down his chest as he moves. It hits me. The gun. I slide my hand around his back and grasp the gun. Shit. A flick and I can pull the gun from the holster.
He freezes. “Zhena, I will give you one chance. Do not do what you think you’re going to do.”
“Let me go.” I bring the gun from around his back and press it into the middle of his chest.
An eyebrow goes up. “Little girls shouldn’t play with guns.” He holds out his hand. “Give it to me,zaika.”
“Let me go.” I hate the way my hands are trembling.
“No. If you run I’ll follow. Believe me when I tell you there is nowhere you could go that I will not find you. Until death won’t even save you—I’ll follow you into heaven or hell. If you kill me I’ll haunt you until you take your last breath.” The words are too firm, his tone resigned.
Holy shit, he really means it.
“Please don’t make me shoot you,” I beg him.
“Shoot me,zhena, I dare you.” The bastard doesn’t believe I’ll do it.
Breathing deep, I aim for his left shoulder—the meaty part, above his clavicle. I don’t want to hurt him but I have one damn arm. I’m not getting through Aleksander and the guy outside the door unless they get I mean it when I say let me go. I flick the safety off and squeeze the trigger.
Aleksander doesn’t do what I expect. He falls on his face on the bed. Blood blooms across the back of his shirt. No. I know what I was doing. I’m an excellent shot. Oh god, what if I did—
I’m flipped onto my back, the gun torn from my hand. Aleksander has his forearm across my throat and is yelling into his phone in Russian.
“I can’t fucking believe you shot me,” Aleksander mutters as he shakes his head and ends the call.
CHAPTER18
Phoenix
The doctor hates my guts. The same as David. And I have no doubt this time I managed to make Aleksander hate me too.
It takes Aleksander arguing with the doctor for what I think is the third time before the doctor finally leaves the condo, all the while yelling instructions at David in Russian. At least I think it’s David he’s talking to, Aleksander keeps repeating the same thing. Which I’m guessing is Russian for “get the fuck out.”
“Phoenix.” Aleksander’s voice carries into the living room.
Fear sends my back straight as I make my way into the room. Air comes out of me in a shaky rush. Oh thank god.
“Come here,” he mutters.
I climb onto the bed. The sight of his blood on the sheets twists my tummy into knots. He holds out his hand. I don’t hesitate to slip my hand into his. Hot, strong, his grip is tight around mine. A tug has me in his arms.
