Arctic Fire_A Fortis Security Novel Book 6

by Maddie Wade

  Roz did not think about what the others were doing she just concentrated on her role in it and trusted them to do theirs.

  “Sit my dear,” he said as he held out his hand to indicate she sit opposite him. “You look good my little mouse.” His eyes touched her all over and she fought the urge to shudder with distaste.

  “You look old,” she fired back. His face went hard at her words, his jaw clenching and then it relaxed, he laughed, throwing his head back. She took the time to study him, he did look old with, lines along his forehead and broken veins in his cheeks from too much alcohol. He was still a handsome man, and she knew many women would—and had—fallen for his charm. But it was all a front. He was sick, a decaying monster who needed putting down before he hurt anyone else. Looking at him made her want to scour her body with a wire brush. Bile filled her throat as she thought about what she had to do, but it was the only way.

  “Champagne, I think, to celebrate your return to me.” He took out a bottle of Champagne that was in the fridge beside him and poured two flutes. He handed her one and she took it and placed it in front of her.

  A shout from the front of the aircraft made him look up suddenly as his man came in.

  “We have a problem boss,” he spoke in Russian.

  “What is it?” Usov asked as he looked at her with suspicion.

  “We can’t raise the second team on the radio,” he said nervously.

  “Fine get us in the air,” he growled out and the big man looked even more nervous.

  “We can’t.”

  “What do you mean you can’t,”

  “Our system is locked; the plane’s computer has been hacked.”

  Usov turned to her with fury on his florid face. “What have you done bitch?” he snarled as he stood, grabbing her by her hair and wrenching her neck back.

  Roz just smirked at him. Her head fell back when he let go and backhanded her hard across the face. Stars filled her vision as she fell to the floor. He didn’t give her time to recover though he hauled up by her hair again as she looked at him defiantly.

  “You will die like the rest of them bitch,” he snarled. “But first I will have another taste of you I think.”

  Roz could see lust and madness in his eyes and for a second, she felt terror fill her. His scent, the feel of his hands on her, all pushed her back into a dark pit where she had no control and she was once again the weak girl who had been used and beaten and defiled by him and his men.

  She felt her body begin to shake as he pulled her towards him his body grinding into hers, as he freed his erection from his trousers.

  “Boss we have no time,” his man began but was silenced with a look.

  “My mouse shakes with fear for me. Tell me, Mouse did you let other men touch what is mine?” he asked as he squeezed her breast hard and fumbled with her zipper as she tried to fight him.

  “I was never yours. Only one man owns my body and it was never you,” she hissed.

  “We will see, whore,” he growled as he smashed his mouth down on hers, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth. He pulled back and spun her around, forcing her body over the back of the chair as his man watched with sick desire in his eyes as his boss prepared to rape her. He smirked at her as she winced when Usov pulled at her jeans, and ripped the side of her top, exposing her breasts.

  She would kill him next, she vowed as she felt Usov’s hands on her hips. Suddenly as she realised she might have to fight her way out of this Usov started to cough. He gasped as he shoved her away from him, grabbing his throat and gasping for breath as his face turned red. Seizing the opportunity, she pulled the knife out of her boot and in one swift motion swung up and out at the man that watched her with so much desire in his eyes.

  The arc of her blade cut through his carotid artery as blood sprayed across her face and neck. He fell to his knees as he grabbed his throat, the lifeblood draining out of him. She turned to look at Usov who was on his knees now, pink foam at his mouth as the poison-filled his lungs with blood choking him to death as it shut down all his organs.

  Stepping up to him she looked at him coldly, all her hate and disgust for all the things he had done pouring from her eyes.

  “Help me,” he gasped.

  “I’m helping humanity by putting you down. Your reign of terror is over Usov. You will go to meet your brother and my father in hell where you will spend eternity in damnation.”

  He fell to his side as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his body barely twitching now as his pathetic life ended. When he stopped moving and his chest was still, Roz fell to her knees beside his body. She raised the blade in her hand high over her head and swiped it down in a fluid motion, slitting his throat. She had to make sure—that was what kept going around in her head. Make sure the monster is dead!

  Warm blood coated her as it sprayed up her chest and neck, spots of it hitting her face. It was if a dam broke and she brought the knife down again and again. Slashing and stabbing until all she could see was blood, bone, and flesh. It coated her hands until they were slick with it and she could barely keep a grip on the knife in her hand and still she couldn’t stop. She had to make sure he was dead.

  Tears ran from her eyes and fell from her chin mixing with the blood and gore. She could hear screaming and for a second didn’t know where it was coming from. Then she realised as if in a dream that it was from her and she felt her body go weak and dropped the knife. It hit the ground with a clunk as she fell back, and strong arms wrapped around her. Instinctively she fought the arms that held her tight kicking and scratching until a familiar scent wrapped around her and she stilled as a hiccupped sob tore from her throat.

  “I’ve got you, Kitten,” he said as she let all her fear, anger, and grief overwhelm her. Her body shook as tears fell her and she sobbed with relief as Kanan carried her to their vehicle, safe in his arms.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Gathering a silently sobbing Roz in his arms, Kanan lifted her from the vehicle and holding her tight to his chest, carried her to the room he had used to shower earlier. Mustique went to follow him, but he closed the door on her as he heard Daniel say something. He knew what his Kitten needed.

  Moving straight to the bathroom K balanced her cold, blood covered and almost catatonic body on his leg while he turned the shower on. He didn’t put her down, when he’d tried to let go of her in the vehicle she wrapped her arms around him so tight, burying her head in his neck so he’d let Will drive while he held her in his lap.

  Testing the water was warm he stepped in, both of them fully clothed and let the water fall on them, washing away the blood and gore. Gently, he set her on her feet as she shook, her eyes on him, the look in them—wild and terrified. He wished he’d been the one to kill Usov, to drive the knife into him as he fought for life. His hands shook with rage at the man that hurt his Kitten.

  He had to physically fight to control the rage that threatened his control as he looked at her so vulnerable and shattered. He concentrated on lifting her arms so that he could remove the soiled clothes. Like a child, she let him undress her as she continued to shiver.

  “It’s okay, Kitten. It’s going to be okay. He can’t hurt you anymore. Let me help you get cleaned up.”

  Tears were still tracking down her cheeks, silent evidence of the devastation that had been wrought upon her over so many years. Every bit of it had been locked away and was now finally breaking free.

  He shampooed her hair, massaging her scalp until she was clean, and the water ran free. He soaped her body, cleaning all the blood from her neck, chest, and arms. He even scrubbed her nails gently to make sure the blood was gone from under them. He didn’t want a single trace of that evil bastard marring her beautiful skin.

  When he was done washing her, and her tears had subsided, he wrapped her in a warm towel, wrapping one around her hair and another around her shoulders before sitting her on the toilet lid while he quickly shed his own sodden clothes and rushed through a very
quick shower. Climbing out he could see that her eyes looked slightly less glazed and wild, awareness was coming back as she looked at him.

  Ignoring the twitch in his dick at her hungry look, he wrapped a towel around his hips and carried her to the bed. He pulled the comforter down and laid her in the middle while he grabbed one of his t-shirts out of his bag and tugged it over her hair. Kanan pulled jogging pants on to cover himself and then taking a comb, he returned to sit beside her.

  She hadn’t moved, so he covered her legs with a blanket and then slipping in behind her bracketed her with his body and began to gently rub the water from her hair. When her hair was almost dry the scent from the shampoo tickled his nose, she smelled like herself again. Running a comb through her hair he combed out all the knots.

  “There, all clean,” he murmured. Leaning forward he wrapped his arms loosely around her. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he inhaled her scent knowing that this was probably the last time he would hold her. It felt bittersweet, it was over for her, her demon was dead, but at the same time that meant that their time together however turbulent was also over.

  They stayed like that for ages until he finally pulled away, kissing her head. He felt her startle as he moved to leave the bed.

  “Don’t go,” she turned desolate eyes to him, the look full of longing and need. “Please, K, make me forget. I can feel his hands on me, help me please.”

  He couldn’t say no to her, even knowing that she was using him, he couldn’t deny her this. “Are you sure?” he asked his voice gruff with desire and was that grief?

  “Yes,” she said simply.

  Kanan knelt his knee on the bed, moving to cup her face in his hands. He placed soft kisses on her eyelids and cheeks. He kissed every part of her face, moving his lips over her neck in a featherlight caress. Showing with his actions how much she was cherished, how special and beautiful she was to him.

  He pushed her gently until she was lying on her back, her eyes watching him, heavy-lidded with desire. He skimmed his hand down her face, caressing her neck, the curve of her collarbone, lightly touching the peaked nipple over the top of his t-shirt as he followed the path with his mouth.

  He drew the tight bud into his mouth and suckled her through the thin cotton, making her arch towards him, her hands grasping his biceps as she offered herself to him. Releasing her he swept his palm over her ribs, the curve of her hip, before rounding his hand to cut the naked cheek of her silky skinned ass.

  She brought her leg up to hook over his hip and arched into him, her bare pussy rubbing against his hard cock that was covered by the jogging pants. He ached to be inside her, but she needed slow and sensual. She needed to feel precious and he was going to make her feel that and more.

  Reversing direction, he snagged the bottom of the t-shirt before drawing it up and over her head. She watched him, her mouth open in a pretty inviting pout as he devoured her with his eyes.

  “Do you have any idea how precious you are?” he asked huskily not expecting an answer. She shook her head and looked away.

  “Look at me, Kitten,” he said firmly. Her eyes came to him instantly and there was trust and so much more in them that he almost broke down. “You are precious and beautiful and so strong. When I look at you all I see is strength and beauty and heart—so much heart.”

  He heard a sob tear from her mouth as she reached for him pulling him down to her. Her lips met his and he kissed her, it was filled with passion and hunger, their mouths met in a lazy kiss that was so erotic he had to concentrate on not making a fool of himself.

  Releasing her he kissed his way down her body, laving the skin on her arms that were covered in tattoos of skulls and roses, intricate scrolls and of beauty and horror with his tongue. Kanan rubbed his cheek over the scar that was still healing on her abdomen and a shudder ran through him at how close she had come to dying, the thought of a world where she wasn’t breathing was nothing short of torture. He inhaled the scent of pineapple shower gel that he had used to clean her and rested his head on her belly, savouring every second of her.

  Her hands threaded through his hair, and a memory of them on the island came to him. Hours and hours spent like this as they talked about anything and everything. To know that this was it, he was letting her go and walking away after was almost killing him. His chest felt like it would burst from the pain, his heart was shattered.

  He would take this though, to keep and cherish, leaving like this was so much better than leaving on a sour note of bitterness. He would keep this memory close to his heart as he healed and found himself a new normal without her or her ghost.

  Lifting his head, he let his emotions show. Every one of the things he felt for her in his eyes, and he kept nothing back wanting her to know how she made him feel—that she could elicit this kind of feeling in someone and be worthy of it.

  Getting up from the bed he touched the fingertips of the hand she held out to him as if she was scared he would leave her. He took the jogging pants off and his hard length sprang free, the tip already wet with pre-come just from touching her. Grabbing his wallet from his rucksack he rolled on a condom as she watched, her tongue peeked out to wet her bottom lip and his cock twitched hard.

  He knelt between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs until his nose rubbed her pussy lips. He drew in a breath, her scent hitting him. He loved the smell of her, she was made for him, sweet and tangy just like she was.

  He licked a path up her centre, as she grasped his head and held him, she was so wet for him and he lapped up every drop as he latched his lips around the hard bud of her clit and sucked it into his mouth. His two fingers dipped into her tight hole as he suckled her, easing off every time he felt her legs start to tremble with her oncoming release.

  “Please, K,” she gasped.

  He always liked to make her wait. He sucked again and pumped his fingers in and out as he pushed his pinkie into the tight puckered hole of her ass, remembering he had taken her ass a few times when they were together, and she had always come so hard when he did. He felt her tighten and squeeze his fingers as she came, her juices flooded his mouth as he lapped them up. Her legs shook and went taught as she bucked her hips into his face, fucking herself on his mouth, uncontrolled and completely unselfconscious.

  He let her loosen her hold and then pulled away, his chin wet with her climax. He grabbed the base of his painfully hard cock and positioned himself at her entrance, before pushing in gently until he was fully seated. Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ as he began to rock into her before pulling out and repeating. The pull of her tight cunt on his hard dick was so good. Raising up he rubbed his thumb over her clit as he continued to move in and out of her, his pace increasing as his climax built.

  It sizzled along his spine, his balls drawing up as she reached for him trapping his hand between them as she pumped her hips up to meet him and kissed him, the mixture of her and the taste of her pussy and mouth was too much and he groaned.

  “Fuck, so fucking good, nothing better,” he groaned as he pumped his seed into her tight hot body. Her climax hit just after his, tightening around him, pulling his come from him. His arms shook, so he laid his body on hers, careful not to trap her. He waited a few seconds for his heart to calm before he withdrew from her with a hiss and went to dispose of the condom.

  She had turned to her side, he got in beside her, determined not to let her throw him out and lay on his back. Much to his surprise, she curled into him, her head resting on his pec. He pulled her across his body and silently played with her hair with the arm that held her.

  He wondered how he was going to walk away from her, but he knew he had to, this had been goodbye for him. He was letting her go, a part of him prayed that she would come back to him, but a larger part realised that he would probably never get what he wanted from her. They wanted different things, he wanted everything, and she didn’t.

  He let himself enjoy the feel of her body against his side even as he felt his hear
t retreat, that he would be able to cope with what came next.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Walking up to the doors of Fortis Security, Roz was struck by a sudden onslaught of nerves, tiny annoying butterflies flittered in her stomach. She hated the feeling of weakness it gave, nerves served no purpose in her life. As she stood and gazed at the door she wondered how it was that life just went on. Everything looked the same, smelled the same but everything had changed. The last few weeks had been odd, to say the least—not having the threat of Usov hovering over her head after what was a lifetime of living in a constant state of alertness was strange. She still watched her back, always looking for the threat in the simple everyday things she did.

  She felt a deep sense of loss, almost anti-climax to the conclusion of that period of her life as if it had happened in a dream and she struggled to believe it was real, even though most nights she still had nightmares, ones that she thought long since buried.

  Usov and his entire operation were dead. She, Mustique, and Daniel had stayed behind and helped coordinate the strikes that were carried out by Eidolon on the remaining warehouses. Very quickly the rats had deserted the ship, like the scum they were. Rykov was now finishing the clean-up.

  She spent a week at her home in Barcelona, it helped her regain some of her physical strength. She hadn’t realised how much the mission and subsequent injuries and stress had taken out of her. Her body had literally felt like it had been through the shredder, exhaustion had hit her hard and she had slept for nearly two days.

  She had woken and felt much better, though the feeling of dissatisfaction and loneliness seemed to set up residence in her gut. She missed K. His irritating ability to see right through her bullshit, his dry humour, the way he listened to her without trying to fix everything. The way he touched her, held her, made her feel taken care of when no other man, no other person ever had. She even missed the damn Korovka candy.