Page 22 of From Russia With Blood

Her asshole clenches as I stare at it. Already the skin is angry and red. I should probably grab some lube, but I don’t want to waste any more time or give her a chance to feel the pain instead of riding the sub high. Working my mouth a bit, I gather up as much saliva as I can and spit onto the tight hole, smiling as she flinches from the unexpected sensation.

Red tinges my vision as I stare at my fluids coating part of her body. Shaking my head, I pull myself back. She’s not ready. We’re not ready. Perhaps if there was a promise of a future, I could start grooming her, training her, but I can’t. I thought I could with Gloria, and even she died before becoming everything I desired.

My fingers slip through my spit as I play with her hole again, shivering at the sounds of her moans peppering the air. Again, I thrust in, going back down to two fingers. By the time this trip is over, I fully plan to claim her ass as mine. I don’t need to damage her before then. Her body rocks against the bed as I set a slow, steady rhythm. A fine sheen of sweat coats her skin, and I lean down to drag my tongue along her spine, tasting her.

With her stabilized by the bed, I slide my foot in between hers and kick them open, spreading her wet cunt to my gaze. I lick my lips, remembering her taste as I drop my free hand to play with her. Katrina throws her head back, fingers tensing and releasing. She’s so close. Her asshole clenches against my fingers with every thrust, gripping hard for several moments until I can’t move my fingers within her easily before releasing again.

Finding her clit, I brush my fingers back and forth against the hardening nub. Her voice is hoarse as whispered pleas and begs fall from her lips. “I’m not stopping until you come for me again,” I growl against her damp skin, redoubling my efforts as I stroke her clit a few more times. The gripping from her ass falters as she slams back into me, riding my fingers for all it’s worth.

I trap her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pinching her hard. The scream that erupts from her when she comes is nothing near the orgasm she had earlier. Seems like my little pain slut really likes it rough. I keep pumping and stroking, forcing her orgasms to extend until the begging turns into the sobs for me to stop. Even then, I push her even further, desperate to see what all she can take.

Her body twists about as she attempts to get away from my fingers, but I follow her movements, not letting her have a moment of reprieve. Tears flow from her eyes as she claws at the covers while she tries to get away. I pull my fingers out of her ass and drag my hand away from her pussy before peppering her tender skin with more strikes.

After a moment or two, she goes limp beneath me, only twitching when I land on a spot that’s not so well-used. I stand there for a moment or two, staring at the heaving rise and fall of her back, and a well of possessiveness rises through my body. Luka may think he can entice anything that moves, but Katrina is mine.

I’ve never had a submissive respond to me like that before, and I’ll be damned if I let someone like her get away. Leaning down, I kiss up her spine until my lips hover over her ear. “You’re going to stay right here while I clean up. Don’t even think about moving.” Walking over to the nearest door, I open it, grateful to find a small bathroom.

It’s far richer than the one in my room. Instead of just a basic toilet and tub, this room has a glassed-in shower and tub big enough for at least two to soak in. As much as I want to gather Katrina into my arms and disappear into the heat of the water, it’s far too late. I still have so much to do. Staying with her tonight will set me back in a way I can’t afford.

Glancing at my watch, I decide to give her a little more of my time before leaving. I wash my hands with a quick efficiency before heading back into the room. To her credit, she’s barely moving on the bed and certainly does not seem to have the strength to do more than breathe. I smooth the tousled hair away from her face and smile down at her, using that moment to check her eyes.

Her pupils are blown wide, a sure indicator that she’s high in subspace. I definitely can’t leave her until I know she’ll be okay. My cock jerks as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, only to have her suck it in again. The sensation of her hot, wet mouth goes straight to my balls, making them tighten even more.

Yanking my hand away, I unzip my pants and force them past my hips. I pull down my underwear, groaning as my erection springs free. With hard, fast pumps, I jerk myself off as I stare down at Katrina’s quivering form. My free hand curls around the back of her neck, pinning her to the bed as I continue stroking.

Despite having gotten off already this evening, it doesn’t take me long. The familiar tingle in my balls travels up my spine until I’m unable to think. My cock pulses in my hand as cum starts to spray out onto her lower back. Pulling away, I line up with her ass crack, still pumping furiously. The last of my cum drizzles onto her upturned hole, mingling with my spit from earlier.

I watch in fascination as my cum slides down her lower lips to drip down to the floor with her own arousal. Primal satisfaction fills me as I stare down at her, covered in my cum. For this moment at least, I own a part of her. The only other way I could have marked her as mine was to make her bleed, and that’s not something that will ever happen.

As possessive as I am, blood is not something I ever wanted to mess with again, not after everything I’ve seen. With Katrina, I do get a slight urge to cut her open, to watch her pale skin turn red, but it’s more of a tiny itch than an all-consuming need. I’m more interested in the actual cutting for the pain of it and not the blood.

Her body is still as she lies beneath me, and for a moment, I worry she’s fallen asleep. Her eyes are open, but everything is blank. Pulling her up from the bed, I gather her into my arms, sighing as she nuzzles up against me. I know I’m playing with fire, but I want so desperately to feel again. As selfish as it is, having that small piece of humanity back is worth any heartache I might inevitably cause her.

Turning, I lead us both into the bathroom and lean her up against a wall as I turn on the shower. Soon, steam fills the room as warmth infuses into my skin. I pull her in, letting the spray hit her back and wash away the proof of my defilement. I half debated making her sleep like that, but in the end, humanity won out. As much as I want to put my mark on her, I know I must be reasonable. Reasonable people just don’t make others sleep in their cum.

My grasp on reality already feels like it’s fraying, and I don’t need to do anything to make it worse. Katrina sighs and lays her head on my chest as water beats down on her. Closing my arms around her frame, I rest my chin on her head, letting the water hide the few tears I let slide. So much has gone awry. Is it wrong to want Katrina to be my right?

I tighten my grip around her as Luka’s head swims into view. Right now, he’s the one thing that’s standing between me and my happy fucking after. I knew going into this that I was going to kill him, but the more I think about him coming anywhere near Katrina, the urge morphs from kill to torture.

Life is hell because of him, and it’s high time someone showed him just how it feels to have his world destroyed. Months of intel revealed nothing that I could possibly use against him except one thing. Another woman. Soon after he killed Gloria, a strange woman appeared by his side. His new plaything.

Normally he’d go through one every few weeks, but this one seems to be different. Until this cruise, she’s still been by his side, lasting much longer than anticipated. This can only mean one thing; Luka is either settling down, or she’s worth way more alive than dead. After putting Katrina to bed, I fully plan on finding out whether or not she’s even on board.

If she is, then Luka will know the full extent of my grief and fury. He will feel as helpless and impotent as I did. Should I kill her in his room? Leave no trace? Or should I at least show him the mercy of leaving her body for him to find? Katrina stirs in my arms, a small frown marring her face. I shouldn’t be thinking of death and revenge while she’s in my arms.

She deserves much better than that. Shoving the ugly thoughts out, I reach past her to pump some shampoo in my hands and work them into a lather on her scalp. Sighing, she arches her neck back into my touch, practically purring. I rinse her off, ensuring no shampoo remains before getting some of the soap and starting on her body.

Her movements are jerky and unstable as I work my way down her legs, as if she can’t really keep herself up anymore. Circles darken under her eyes as she sways a bit back and forth. Subspace must be wearing off. It’s been nearly an hour since she’s had the water, so if it was drug-related, it would have shown up far earlier than now.

Holding her to my side, I rinse myself and turn off the water. I can shower later in my room. She opens her mouth wide as a yawn takes over her, and a small twinge of regret flutters through my brain. I wasn’t planning on working her over this hard tonight, but what’s done is done.

I bring her out of the shower and drape a towel over the closed toilet for her to sit on before drying off her body. Each body part is limp as I chaff her skin with the rough fabric, as if already drifting off to sleep. Once I make sure no major bits of water are still on her, I scoop her up into my arms and take her to the bed.

The covers are crumpled and damp in some areas from her arousal. Ripping it off the bed, I set it on the floor so she doesn’t have to sleep in any filth. Katrina doesn’t even protest as I lay her down and kiss the top of her head. Instead, she closes her eyes, sighing contently as she snuggles deep into the pillow.

If only sleep will come that easily for me. I watch her for a few minutes as her breathing evens out. Maybe once all of this is over, I’ll sleep just as soundly as her. With Katrina in my arms, I’ll probably sleep like the dead, but that’s not going to happen tonight. She needs a bit of time away from me, and I need to get myself back under control before I see her again.

Kissing the top of her head one more time, I inhale her scent, telling myself tonight won’t be the last. I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and find her dead. People can’t just disappear off a cruise ship without someone knowing, not with as many cameras as they have in the common areas. I made sure I went over all safety procedures with the security chief when I checked in.