Page 159 of Nemesis

“I love you.”

The bite is soothed with a kiss. “Good girl. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” His mouth is so close to where I need him most. My mind short-circuits, cutting out everything but the need for his lips to close around my clit.

“Tell me you’re going to follow the plan tomorrow. That you’ll leave through the passage as soon as the fighting starts.”

The words threaten to pull me from the euphoria. I’m not entirely surprised that Vas saw through my front. He’s always seen what others don’t. Still, I can’t give him the whole truth he’s requesting. Not yet.

“I’ll follow the plan.”

He yanks me even closer, so that my pussy aligns perfectly with his face. Yes. His lips close. My spine jolts into the shape of an S when he sucks my clit between his teeth.

Stars. I cry out, lost to the coil of tension.

“That’s right,” he says, alternating between licks and sucks. Two of his fingers begin to nudge at my entrance. “And I’ll be right behind you the entire time.” Without any preparation, those fingers suddenly thrust into me. My back arches to accommodate the fullness. “I’ll make sure you still feel me with every step you take towards that soon-to-be-dead asshole he’s promised you to.”

His fingers press in deep at the same time as he gives my clit a brutal suck, causing a moan to rip free from my throat. I’m already chasing the beginning sparks of an orgasm when he pulls back. No. I groan in disappointment, trying to pull his face back into me.

“And I will be the one to end that bastard’s life,” he promises, meeting my gaze. “It’ll be a slow burn. He’ll spend days regretting the sin of trying to take you from me.”

“Stop planning your murders between my legs.” I press my thighs to either side of his head in an effort to trap him there. His hands only tighten my clasp, burying his mouth and nose into my center like he’s more than happy to suffocate there.

It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue to drive my orgasm back up to the top of the cliff. My breaths are shallow puffs as his fingers find the roof of my inner pussy and rub the sensitive skin there. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the edge of the cliff. I’m falling.

And it’s not a gentle fall. There’s no fucking parachute to slow the descent. All I see are flickers of color, and all I feel is him.

“That’s right, moya zlaya.” He’s already climbing up my body and wedging his arm below my ribs to pull me further up the mattress. “You look so pretty when you come all over my fingers.”

“I…” My words fail. I think I’m still recovering from the back-breaking orgasm I just had.

“You always need more, don’t you?” he asks, yanking down his pants. “You need my cock like you need your next breath.”

“Yes,” I plead, threading my hand between our chests. My fingers wrap around his thick length and squeeze. “Please.”

He groans at my ministrations, lifting his hand to his lips. Those two fingers he thrust into me glisten with my release, and I can’t look away as he sucks them into his mouth like they’re his favorite flavor. I pull his dick to my wet center and slide his entire length back and forth against me. The friction relights my desperation like a match.

“Taste yourself in my mouth,” he whispers, pressing his tongue between my lips. I suck my own tangy flavor with a filthy thrill.

“See how good we taste together?”

I hum, lining him up between my pussy lips. His head notches at my entrance in the cruelest tease. Right when I’m about to start begging, he thrusts balls-deep into me in one motion. My next breath turns into a choke.

“That’s my girl,” he says, drawing a finger down the side of my face in the gentlest touch. He’s still pressed so far into me, I can’t think. “You take me so fucking well.”

Suddenly, the world twists. He flips me onto my stomach, only to settle on top of me and thrust back in. He’s even deeper with this angle. I feel him everywhere.

Then he starts to move. His massive torso settles over my upper back, pressing me even further into the mattress with every thrust. I’ve never felt so consumed. So safe. I’m so high, I could conquer anything. I could survive a bullet. I could win a war.

All it takes is for his hand to slip beneath my hips and brush my clit for the peak to hit, and this one crashes impossibly harder than the last. His crazed movements and hot spurts only drive the feeling harder. He comes when he’s thrust deep inside me, settling over my body in a protective cage.

But as we lie stacked together, fighting to catch our breaths, a string of guilt pulls inside my ribcage. I promised him I’d follow the plan tomorrow, but I never promised that I’d leave through the passage. I only hope he can find it in himself to forgive the small omission.

The metal gates gleam beneath the setting sun. An engine fires up at my back, the rumble fading away as my final ally drives off. The air is warm and sticky, promising a cloying night ahead.

I wonder if Mom’s body is still trapped somewhere on this property that she hated so much. Dad said Popov claimed the corpse, something that seemed to bother him greatly in that stoic way of his. He never told me the details of how she was found, only that she was found, and there was no question about the nature of her demise.

Their gates are thicker than ours—so much so that it’s difficult to make out the sprawling mansion behind. I’m also not alone. A collection of large men stands in front of the sealed metal, glaring at me with pure vitriol. One’s gaze drops down to my dress, his lips flattening.