by Rina Kent
But since he’s not, I need to get this done myself.
As soon as the bald guy’s dick is inside my mouth, I bite down on it as hard as I can. A metallic taste explodes on my tongue. The guard by my side kicks me in the stomach so I release his boss.
I grunt as I push away from him. The bald man wails and I back up, using their distraction with their leader to reach Aleksander.
They’re too busy to notice me, one imprisoning her down and the other trying to shove his dick inside her. I use all my energy to kick the one holding her down and steal his gun.
Aleksander kicks the other one, then holds him in a headlock. As he screams, she steals his gun, then breaks his neck, the sickening crack echoing in the air.
I shoot one of the bald man’s minions in the leg, turn to the leader, and shoot him in the dick. Then one more time in the forehead, for good measure. We run out of there, back-to-back in case the others follow.
Aleksander holds her pants up with one hand and buttons them.
Wait, it’s not Aleksander, though.
“Is your name Aleksander?” I ask. “Do you prefer I call you that?”
“It’s Aleksandra,” she whispers, not meeting my gaze. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Any time.”
We sprint toward the nearest exit even though it feels like I’m about to collapse. My breathing is harsh and irregular, and the slightest movement feels like climbing a mountain. Both of us are panting by the time we hear distorted voices. They’re after us, and by the sound of the thudding footsteps, it seems as if the number doubled from when they first barged inside.
Aleksandra and I exchange a look and then we each hide behind a wall, across from one another. If we have to fight to the death, so be it.
We fire at the ones following us, then move positions so they don’t catch us. Our bullets are running out, though. At this rate, they will catch us again and it’ll be worse than the first time.
Bang!
Aleksandra and I freeze at the sound of the explosion. That was some sort of bomb. Sure enough, soon after, a multitude of gunshots follow.
No one is shooting at us anymore or following us, but the sound doesn’t cease.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
Then, we hear Russian voices. Aleksandra and I stare at each other and smile.
They came for us.
We carefully slide out of our hiding spot and follow the sound of the guns. Sure enough, Kirill and his men are at the front, eliminating anyone in their path. Damien is there, too, shooting out bullets like they’re candy, an ammunition belt slung casually over his shoulder.
My heart leaps out of my throat when I catch a glimpse of Kyle pushing a guard to the ground. He usually prefers sniping positions that are far away from any conflict. This is the first time he’s willingly gone into a battlefield.
He has three of the Albanians kneeling in front of him when his gaze meets mine.
They’re still as hypnotizing as ever, but they’re dark and enraged as if he’s been thrust into a different state of being. One where his main purpose is to kill and maim.
He places a gun at the back of the first guard’s head. “Did he touch you?”
I nod. He’s one of the two who held me down.
Kyle doesn’t blink as he pulls the trigger. The body falls to the ground as he moves to the next. “Did this fucker put his hands on you? Did he touch what’s mine, Rai?”
The guard is about to piss his pants, lips trembling and pale. It’s the first time I’ve seen his face, so I shake my head.
Kyle shoots him anyway. “He participated.”
And then he goes on to finish the third one without even asking me. Their bodies lie lifeless at his feet, but he still watches them as if he’s contemplating a way to bring them back to life just so he can kill them all over again.
It’s one of the rare times Kyle lets me see this side of him up close and personal—the merciless killer. The one who will finish a life as if it’s a fly’s. And he did it for me. For some reason, it’s like he learned everything up to this point so he could kill for me.
I should feel bad or be struck by some sort of remorse for being the reason behind so many people’s deaths, but I don’t. They’re sick motherfuckers and they made many other women’s lives hell. If Kyle hadn’t come in time, Aleksandra and I would’ve met the same fate.
And then, I wouldn’t have seen my husband’s face again.
I don’t allow myself to think as I run toward Kyle and jump on him. My body crashes into his, arms wrapped around his neck and legs caging his waist.
He staggers back a little at the force of the impact but loops both his arms around me, including the one with the gun. He inhales me in and I do the same, allowing myself to let my guard down, just for a second.
When in his embrace, I’m protected and safe. I probably shouldn’t feel this way around someone I don’t fully trust, but I can’t ward off this strange feeling of belonging.
“Are you okay?” he whispers slowly.
“Yeah.”
“Really?”
“Really. I’m glad you came, Kyle. I’m so glad.” I don’t know how it would’ve ended if he weren’t around.
I try to get to my feet, but he doesn’t release me, at least not until Ruslan and Katia rush toward us. I squeeze his bicep so he sets me down, but he does that reluctantly and keeps an arm around my waist.
Katia watches me with moisture in her eyes. “Miss…we’re so sorry we weren’t there.”
“What are you sorry about? I’m the one who sent you off.”
“But—”
“I’m fine, Katy. It takes much more than this to hurt me.”
“But you look pale,” Ruslan says.
Kyle places two fingers under my chin and lifts it up so I’m staring at him. “You do.”
“It’s nothing.” I smile, forcing Kyle to release me so I can assess the situation around us.
The Albanians are completely wiped out, at least the ones here. And judging by Damien’s expression, he’s not very amused that it ended so soon.
Kirill is barking orders at his guards, probably to clean up, since we don’t want the authorities at our backs. Aleksandra stands to the side, and when she attempts to help, Kirill dismisses her.
Her eyes meet mine, and I smile at her. She approaches me and clears her throat, adopting her ‘male’ voice. “Thank you.”
“Likewise, Aleksander.” I take the hint to call her by the name she goes by in public. If she doesn’t want people to know, I won’t tell.
“You can call me Sasha, miss.” She bows and heads to Kirill, who has been watching us the entire time while wiping blood off his glasses.
As soon as Aleksandra—Sasha—joins him, he gives me an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. He then pushes Sasha to walk in front of him on their way out.
The asshole doesn’t deserve a diligent worker like her. I didn’t like her guts and her loathsome loyalty to Kirill when she was a man, but now that I’ve found out she’s a woman, I’m sure dire circumstances pushed her to hide her gender. Maybe I can steal her away.
“What are you thinking about?” Kyle turns me around to face him and I stumble. The room starts spinning and my vision blurs.
Kyle clutches me by the small of my back and his hand digs into my arm to keep me upright. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You should see a doctor.”
“There’s no need. I think it’s because of whatever they gave us.” I stroke his collar, lowering my tone. “How about you take me home?”
“I’m taking you to a doctor, Rai,” he says in his non-negotiable tone.
I shake my head as I let him carry me toward the car.
A doctor is the last thing on my mind right now. All I want is Kyle for myself.
21
Rai
Kyle drives me to the nearest hospital.
I tried arguing that I feel great and don’t need medica
l care, but Kyle being Kyle, he didn’t listen to those protests. Why can’t the mule understand that I would rather be in our bed right now?
While I did fight, there was a moment where I thought I would be raped then killed and would never see him again.
It doesn’t matter that none of that happened. The thought is already planted in the dark recesses of my psyche, and that idea killed me slowly. That thought broke my heart, which only beat back to life after I saw him again.
So no, a hospital isn’t where I want to go right now.
I want him to take me, to make me forget about the scum who put his limp dick inside my mouth. I want him to wash away everything and everyone so he’s the only one who remains.
But we obviously have different ideas of what I need. For someone so smart, Kyle can be such an idiot sometimes.
He’s currently driving. One of his strong hands is on the steering wheel, and the other lies motionless in his lap. Even his side profile exudes a potent type of masculinity. I’ve always loved watching him while he’s quiet and in his element. While Kyle usually has a huge amount of energy, it’s mostly camouflage. Now, he’s more relaxed, and I feel at peace when I look at him.
Well, aside from the tingling at my core that didn’t stop once we left the Albanians’ compound.
It should be wrong and demented that I want him this much after what just happened, but I do. I’m not even deterred by the stains of blood on his white shirt from when he murdered those men.
I have no right to judge when I’m a killer myself. Besides, he was strangely attractive at that moment when he showed his actual nature for me.
Kyle’s gaze keeps flitting back to me every now and then, as if he’s checking for something.
“What?” I ask.
“Are you really okay?”
“I am. And I would really rather we go home instead of to the hospital.”
“No. You’re pale and you almost fainted earlier.”
“It’s because I haven’t had a proper meal all day.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was in a hurry in the morning, and I wasn’t exactly focused on food during the meeting with the Japanese.”
“Fuck, Rai. You need to take care of your health.”
I suppress a smile at how worried he sounds. Why do I like this feeling a bit too much? “I’ll pay extra attention in the future. Happy?”
“I’ll only be happy when you start acting on it. In the meantime, we’re going to the hospital.”
“Ugh. You’re infuriating.”
“Glad to be.” He pauses, his voice decreasing in volume as if he doesn’t want to speak. “Did they do anything to you?”
“They didn’t rape me,” I say quietly. “Or Sasha.”
“Then what did they do?” A muscle clenches in his jaw as though he’s struggling to hold on to his cool. “Don’t leave any detail out.”
“They…well, one of them tried to force me to suck him off.” My voice chokes at the end and I swallow. What the hell? I thought I was fine, so why do I feel dirty all of a sudden?
“Fuck!” Kyle hits the steering wheel, and I flinch at the sudden sound, even though I don’t usually get affected. I guess I’m more emotionally distressed than I thought.
He takes my hand in his and kisses my knuckles, then speaks against them. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner, Princess. I’m so sorry.”
The feel of his lips on my skin triggers something raw inside me, and I shake my head even though a tear slides down my cheek. “The only thing that matters is that you did show up.”
“Not soon enough.”
“It was for me. Besides, Sasha and I saved ourselves.”
“What if you couldn’t?”
“But I did. I’m here, Kyle.”
“Was the fucker who touched you one of the guards I executed?”
I shake my head.
“I’m going back in there to burn him alive.”
“No need to. I already finished his life.” I puff my chest. “I shot him straight in the dick after I bit it off, and then I also shot him in the forehead.”
Kyle chuckles softly. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from my beautiful wife. I’m so proud of you, Princess.”
His words make me want to purr, to snuggle into his side and hug him—among other things. I’ve always been strong and independent and didn’t allow people close. Dedushka taught me that I needed to protect myself because no one was going to do it for me, but there are situations like these where I realize just how much I love having Kyle around.
It’s not only about how he came for me, but also the fact that I know he has my back as much as I have his.
And for that, I want to show my gratitude. Slipping my hand from his, I undo my seatbelt and fumble with his. It takes me seconds I don’t have to spare to undo his belt and free his cock.
It jumps to semi-erectness at my first stroke. I had it in me last night, but the size still gets me all hot and tingly whenever I study it.
“What are you doing, Princess?” Kyle stares at me with fiery lust.
“Just keep driving,” I murmur as I lower my head and take him down my throat as far as I can. He’s too big for me to have him all in, so I make up for that by stroking his balls.
Kyle groans, eyes momentarily closing before he focuses back on the road. His hand tightens on the wheel as the other gets lost in my hair. “Fuck, Princess. Your mouth feels like sin.”
His words get me working harder, teasing his balls and bobbing my head up and down at the speed he prefers. I may have been a newbie that first time I gave him a blowjob, but I have learned to adapt to his rhythm. Kyle likes rough and fast, even when it comes to blowjobs. He gets off on the endless flow of movement and has converted me to the dark side with him. Or maybe it’s been there all along, and he just yanked it out.
With every second, he grows bigger in my mouth, and I’m sure he’s close to the finish line. I increase my speed, even though my jaw hurts from his size.
Kyle pulls me back by the hair, making me release him, a streak of precum sticking to my lips.
“But…why…” I pant.
“First of all, I can’t drive like this.” It isn’t until then that I realize the car has stopped on some unknown, deserted road. “Second of all, I love your mouth, but I’m not coming inside it today.”
He jumps me—literally. One moment, he’s sitting; the next, he’s on top of me, fumbling with my seat so it falls backward. I squeal, hands pressing against his chest, but the sound is stolen when he captures my lips in an animalistic kiss.
There’s nothing gentle about his touch right now. Not when he kisses me, sucking and nibbling on my lips like he’s drunk on the taste, and certainly not when he yanks my dress up and then my panties down. His fingernails dig into my skin with a tangible urgency while he fuses his body with mine.
He’s like a beast with nothing in his sights but me.
I could cry with gratitude.
If he treated me differently, as if I were a broken doll, it would hurt so much. I would think he no longer wanted me, that what I experienced today made him hate me.
But that seems far from the case now when he kisses me with so much wildness I can’t keep up. It’s like he’s sucking at my life essence and giving me his in return.
He lowers his hand down my body until he grabs the globes of my ass. “I’m going to own this soon, baby. You better be ready for that.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or the strange rush of arousal, but a tinge of impatience grabs hold of me. I want him inside me. Anywhere would do, even if it hurts—especially if it hurts.
His cock nudges against my entrance and I spread my leg wide, locking my ankles around his waist as he slams inside me with one brutal thrust. I cry out, flattening myself against the hard ridges of his muscled chest.
“Fuck, Princess.” He strains at how my inner wall tighten around his length.
I gasp for air, and he only leave
s me a second to breathe before he claims my lips again. That’s the only second he allows me to adjust to his size, too—not that I need it. Yes, it hurts, but I want to hurt right now because that means I’m alive, it means I survived and Kyle is right here with me.
His tongue dances against mine as he thrusts into me hard and fast, his hips jerking with the motion. The seat creaks with the force of his hips. If someone passed by, they’d think a war was going on in here, and that might as well be the truth.
We’re both fighters in this war, and at this moment, we only have each other.
I kiss him with renewed energy, pushing my hips up when he rams down. My arms wind around his neck and his hand grips me by the throat.
Surprisingly—or not really—that’s all it takes to push me over the edge. I come with a gasp, my legs trembling around his waist.
Kyle joins soon after, cursing in what I now recognize as a Northern Irish accent. I find it strangely erotic that he switches to his original accent when he’s this turned on. It’s like he can’t think straight enough to switch accents, and I like being the cause of that.
Both his hands rest on either side of my head to not crush me, even though his head lies on my shoulder.
I dig my fingers into his shirt, feeling the hard muscles underneath my touch.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“For what?”
“For being such an animal right now. I should’ve taken it easy on you.”
I tilt my head, kissing his cheek, and then tighten my arms around his broad back. “There’s nothing to apologize about. It was…fine.”
“Fine?” he teases. “I should up my game.”
“More than fine. It was perfect.”
“You’re a masochist, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Only with you, Kyle.”
He pushes back, his intense gaze shining with unhidden possessiveness. “Only with me.”
“Mmm.” I smile. “Now, can we go home? I would love a shower. I can also wear that red nightgown.”
“You’re killing me, Princess.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Doctor first.”