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“Mouthy and compulsive.”
Ares withdraws, teases my entrance, and growls in what sounds like appreciation of the juices dripping all over him.
“Da, you fucking love taking my cock. Just like your ass will.” Gripping my cheeks open, the tips of both thumbs ease into my back entrance. Slow. Oh my God, ever so slowly.
“Your body tells me everything I need to know.” He grinds his thick cock deeper inside me and instead of telling him how good it feels, I show him.
I clamp down around him and shimmy my hips.
He roars an animalistic sound, causing me to shiver. Leaning his weight over me, Ares fucks me harder and faster until I think we’ll either fall over or he’ll break me in two. I clamor for purchase but there’s nothing to grab but the leather seat under me.
“Yes, Ares,” I moan eagerly.
“That’s it, give me everything,” he soothes in a low, husky tone.
And through it all the infuriating man continues to finger my ass. Stretch me, take me where no man has ever touched me.
“You torture me every second you draw breath and now I’m going to fuck you until your body knows nothing but my touch. I’ll ruin you a little every day for any other man stupid enough to try and take you from me.”
Another man? God if I survive the days I have left with this man I’ll never want anyone else between my legs again. Ares ruined me the second he cuffed me to his bed. A truth I will take to my grave.
“Come for me,krasivaya. Give it to me, beautiful. Push into me as I take you. Just like that. Fuck, yes!”
Ferocious fire swarms to life in my core and no other climax in my life compares to the one slamming into me with so much heat it knocks the wind from my lungs.
My Russian fucks me until everything is a blur of pleasure and pain. I welcome it, crave it even.
Ares wraps an arm around my waist and feeds my greedy pussy every inch of his throbbing cock. His balls slap my clit, sending me soaring through the shockwaves of my climax. Nothing can muffle my screams and cries. Honestly, I don’t think Ares cares any more than I do about anyone hearing us in the middle of nowhere.
He’s too busy roaring through his own release as his cock pulses deep inside me, his seed spilling into my unprotected womb.
Fourteen
Nova
Ten minutes later I’m settled on the back of Ares’ bike and welcome the sting of cold air against my cheeks. We glide down the road toward his compound. Miles of unremarkable scenery blurs by us. Only the ache of pain in my gut has my attention. This is why I don’t have friends. Give a person the chance to betray you and they will. It’s only a matter of time and opportunity.
And the fact Ares’ milk coats my womb. I haven’t taken my pill this month. Which, hello, is another by-product of my current situation. The first time he took me we used a condom, but this time neither of us thought of it. I can’t think about what this might mean or why something so important never occurred to me.
I get that tonight by the riverbank was for me, but it was also for him. Ares doesn’t like not having full control and he wanted it back. All the while demanding I surrender to him.
Sdavaisya. Surrender. Even the word sounds sensual.
But now that my body has cooled the nightmares pry their way back in before I get a chance to weld shut the hatch. I tighten my arms around Ares and duck behind him to cut the worst of the frigid wind. He settles a large hand over mine where I have it on his abdomen. Pesky fantasies of a life like this, him my shield against the harshness life brings, and me always at his side tickle the back of my mind. I let them. Because tomorrow they will be nothing more than dreams unfulfilled.
We ride this way and miles of silence pass unnoticed.
Beneath me, the vibrations of the bike lure me deep into thought. All I can hear is the sound of a bullet sinking into Jacob’s head and then his lifeless body falling at my feet.
And feeling nothing as his lifeblood pooled at my feet. Nothing but gratitude for ridding this world of someone like him and all the goons inside who helped him. If that makes me a bad person, so be it, but I can’t help but sigh with relief. No one else will suffer at his hands.
“Look at me.”
I don’t realize the bike is not moving and we are parked outside the compound until Ares’ warm hand settles over my cool cheeks.
“Eyes on me,” he commands in a soft, firm tone. He has his vest on again and it fits snugly around his chest. The sleeves to his shirt are forced up his thick forearms revealing a deep tan. I notice the time. It’s almost sunrise. We’ve been out all night and all there is to show for it is violence. And time with Ares that pesky voice chimes up again in my head. Time with the man who stepped up and saved my ass.
I obey letting the tears fall unashamed down my cheeks. He brushes them away with his thumbs before pressing his forehead to mine. The fact his powerful hands on me settle the twitching of my nerves doesn’t go unnoticed. And how his scent—spring air and an immeasurable sense of power—do the same. I don’t know how else to consider it. Not like either really has a smell, but he embodies both all the same and it makes him who he is.
