Boris stood behind her with his hands braced on either side of her. She didn’t mind though. He made her feel safe. “You love the ocean?” he asked, bringing his bearded face close to her ear so she could hear him over the roar and rush of the ship and waves.
She nodded and then tilted her head, turning her face toward his. “It’s the freedom. The open space, the endless movement and the timelessness of air and water together. It rushes through my body and becomes part of me. That feeling when I’m not trapped,” she tried to explain.
She badly wanted to see understanding in his dark eyes. Instead, a frown of concern creased his brows and he seemed about to speak. She shook her head and pushed back against his arms. “I’m done,” she said, breaking away from him and moving to go back to the cabin.
He caught the sleeve of his leather coat and stopped her. “Explain what you mean, Laney,” he demanded. “Why are you trapped? Do you think I’m trapping you?”
She turned around and glared at him in frustration, trying again to shake her hand free of the stupid long sleeve. Her attempt was once again unsuccessful. “It’s not about you, Boris,” she snapped.
“Then what is it about?”
“Just…,” she sighed impatiently, not knowing how to finish the sentence. Finally, she twisted so her back was to him. “Why can’t you just let me go?” she snapped.
“That will never happen,” he growled loudly, jerking her closer.
“Hong Kong is three days away,” Laney pointed out, trepidation shivering through her. She had three days to accomplish her task. In her heart, she knew she wouldn’t. Knew she couldn’t. But the sacrifice she was making was unthinkable.
Suddenly, she hated him for what she had to do. What she knew she couldn’t do. Because, god help her, she’d fallen in love with Boris. His continued silence pissed her off. She wrenched the zipper on his coat down and twisted out of the leather, lunging away from him. She took off at a sprint, knowing her only chance was to outrun him on the slippery deck. Boris was fast, but she was lighter and probably just a little bit faster, especially when she had the element of surprise.
He didn’t bother to shout at her. He just started pounding after her, his heavy footfalls thumping against the thick metal of the deck, reverberating beneath her, telling her without words she wasn’t faster than him. She made it to the thick metal door that separated them from the interior of the ship before he caught her. She realized as her fingers scrambled over the slippery hatch that she probably should have kept running and just found a place to hide until his anger abated.
He grabbed her around the waist, twisted her around and slammed her back against the door. His eyes glowed with fury and lust as his gaze swept over her. She realized her white tank top was wet and plastered to her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. He reached down, gripped her hips and yanked her up the door, over a foot, until she was level with him and wrapped her legs around his waist. She put her hands on his shoulders.
“Stop. Fucking. Running,” he bit out, barely leashed anger lacing each word.
Laney shook in his arms, her own desperate attraction for Boris clashing with the fear and duty that left her constantly conflicted.
“Stop!” she moaned as he bent to take her lips.
He reared back and stared down at her. Then shook his head and growled, “I will never stop,” before capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss that was so ferocious it pushed her head back into the metal door.
She tried to push him away, but he ignored her struggles, battling through her reluctance until her own passion flared up to meet his and she finally began straining toward his kiss instead of away. She tightened her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his head, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and meeting his with shy caresses of her own.
“Blyad!” he swore, tearing his mouth from hers and reaching behind her to wrench the door open. “Cabin, now,” he muttered. “Hide your face in my shoulder. I will murder the motherfucker that sees your breasts in shirt like this.”
He strode down the corridor, even faster this time than the first time he’d captured Laney. She did as he commanded and tucked herself tightly in his arms, hiding her flaming face against his thick neck. Unable to resist, she began tracing one of his tattoos with her tongue, enjoying the taste and texture of his skin. His grip on her became near brutal until she was squirming in his arms and he was forced to loosen his hold lest he hurt her.
“Fuck, you will pay for that, little kitten,” he rumbled, his voice vibrating against her mouth.
She smiled and nipped at his shoulder. His hand came up to cup the back of her head, gripping her braids in his giant fist and pulling her face away from his neck. He glared into her mischievous face. “Going to come in pants if you do not stop fucking around.”
Laney liked the sound of that. He needed a little payback for all the chasing and beatings he was constantly giving her. Not that he actually ever hurt her, but she was a pretty damn accomplished martial artist and he made her efforts look like child’s play. She slid her hand into the neckline of his T-shirt and sank her short nails into the muscle of his thick pectoral muscle drawing a growl of lust and anger from him. She felt his cock jerk against her thigh in response. Oh, he liked that!
They arrived at the cabin before she realized. Boris had her inside, the door locked and Laney plastered with her back against the wall before she could formulate any kind of coherent thought. Before she even knew what was happening Boris was on his knees in front of her, wrenching her leggings and panties down her thighs and forcing her to lift each foot so he could pull them right off.
She grabbed his head for balance, brushing her fingers through his short, thick hair. “Wait, Boris…!” She tried protesting that he was going too fast, but as always, he completely ignored her.
When she was naked from the waist down, he stared up at her from his position at her feet with a look of such intense longing and furious possession that Laney couldn’t seem to catch her breath. He was so tall that his head nearly reached her breasts, which seemed to please him. He reached for her neckline and, just as she was about to yell at him not to rip up more of her clothes, he tore her shirt right down the middle. Her nipples were already hard peaks from cold and arousal. When his hot mouth latched onto the first crest she nearly screamed from the intense lash of heat that sizzled throughout her entire body to pool low in her belly. He moved from one nipple to the other, lavishing both with the rough attention of his tongue and mouth until she begged him to stop.
She sighed in relief and nearly sagged to the floor when he finally released her. His eyes were hot coals of burning arousal as he stared up at her. Somehow, she knew what he wanted next. He always wanted to fuck her with his tongue. Like an addict, he couldn't seem to do without putting his mouth on her most intimate place. She shook her head frantically, knowing she couldn't stop him. He was like a missile that wouldn’t stop until it completed its mission, not until it struck the heart of her.
She tried pushing him away, but he shoved her hands to the side, grasped her hips and shoved her up the wall, nearly unbalancing her. She grabbed his head and held on for dear life. Digging his fingers into her ass, he forced her legs over his shoulders and buried his face deep into her pussy. Laney tipped her head back and screamed in frustration and pleasure as he began eating her like a man starving.
She began coming almost immediately with barely the first touch of his tongue to her clit, her legs widening against his shoulders of their own volition. She shuddered and spasmed against his broad tongue as it lapped up the juices flowing from her pussy. She slumped in his arms for a few seconds and then stiffened again when he didn’t stop sucking her labia and clit into his mouth, forcing her toward another peak.
“No, no, no!” she screamed as her body twisted in his unbreakable hold. The intensity of his hot tongue against her was too much. He was always too much. She yelled at him, unaware of what she was saying as she clawed his he
ad, undulating her hips against his face.
“Come on my face, kotenok,” he groaned against her, vibrating her clit in a way that sent her over the edge once more.
As she came, he eased two long, thick fingers into her tight passage, using her own fluids to wedge them deep within her body. She began coming again, her body bowing back against the wall and her hands tightening against his head. Her powerful legs tautened to the point that she nearly dislodged him from his mission.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, “use your claws, kitten.”
As she came down from the incredible heights of many orgasms, Boris shifted beneath her, reaching down to unzip his jeans and shove the denim down. He pulled his massive erection free. He shifted Laney, lowering her until her legs were spread wide over his arms and then standing with her. The dazed expression in her eyes kept her from understanding his intent until he began pressing her down against his cock with her back against the wall.
Realization of their position and his intent struck her and she panicked, surging up against him. He pushed her back against the wall, subduing her struggles and continued to push her ruthlessly down. She had to learn that they would fit. It would be tight, but practice and many soaking orgasms would ease her way.
“Ahhh,” she panted as his cock began separating her tight, wet flesh. He tilted his forehead against hers, watching as his broad cock sank slowly, inch by agonizing inch into her incredibly taut pussy. He only made it halfway in before having to pull out and try again.
Laney felt impossibly stretched by his incredible girth. The walls of her vagina contracted around him, accepting him, taking him in and sending showers of pain and pleasure sparking throughout her body. She dug her nails into his shoulders and undulated her hips against him, experimenting with movement. She whimpered as he growled and jerked his hips, thrusting forward a few inches in response. Pain and pleasure merged once more and a kaleidoscope of stars shot through her head as she sucked much needed oxygen into her lungs.
He seemed to realize that she was struggling with their position and the pain was about to eclipse her previous pleasure. With a hand on her chin, Boris tilted her head up and forced her to meet his eyes. “We. Fucking. Fit,” he snarled.
She wasn't sure if he was trying to reassure her or convince himself. She didn't care. She wanted him to finish so she could go back to her normal state of not being split in two by a giant pole. Her eyes widened as he brought his thumb up and forced it into her mouth, swirling it around. The erotic move shot tingles through her body and made her moan.
He leaned back slightly and brought his thumb down, between their bodies. Realizing his intent, she cried out and shifted her hips, which only impaled her further on his massive cock, dragging another scream from her. He found her over-sensitized clit and began massaging it with his thumb, sweeping the slippery engorged bud back and forth until she was crying out and undulating on top. Within moments she was uncaring that he was still wedged deeply within her body, she was once more reaching for one of the mind-blowing orgasms only Boris was capable of forcing on her. Then he did the most incredible thing and, wrapping his other arm around her waist, used his massive strength to lift her and impale her further on his cock while stroking her clit at the same time.
Laney came on top of him with a rush of fluid that eased his way within her. She arched back against the wall, digging her fingers into his arms and locking her legs around his hips as though she would never let him go. Boris wrapped his huge hands around her waist and pulled her onto the entire length of his cock, bottoming out against her cervix and dragging a scream of pained ecstasy from her throat. He grunted his approval and began fucking her with savage strokes that he’d been holding back so as not to hurt his precious treasure.
Laney hung onto him, her body shivering and shaking as her orgasm peaked and peaked, relentlessly refusing to let go while he touched every wonderful nerve-ending she never knew existed within her. She watched his face in wonderment, knowing he checked his incredible strength so as not to crush her in a loss of control. His eyes snapped down to hers, dark clashing with light. Possessive love lit his face and she wanted to look away, but he refused to release her. He hauled her further up against his chest, stared down at her and shoved his cock into her one last time with a ruthless grunt, flooding her with hot semen.
He held her like that for a long time, refusing to release her.
Finally, Laney whispered, “We haven’t used condoms.”
“Only with you,” he grunted, pulling out of her.
She felt warm fluid spill out of her and run down her legs. She shifted uncomfortably. He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. When she would have rolled off and gone to the bathroom to clean up, he stopped her with a hand on her belly. He used her torn shirt to wipe between her legs. She glared pointedly at the shirt, but he ignored her.
“Why only me?” she demanded. “I could get pregnant.”
“Good,” he grunted.
Her jaw dropped. She knew she really shouldn't be shocked by the depths of his machinations. “Not good!” she snapped. “I’m leaving for Japan in three days and you're headed to Russia. We might never see each other again.”
“We’ll see,” he said casually, not bothering to look up from where he sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through something on his satellite phone.
Laney frowned at his back. Wanting to snap him out of his casual attitude, she crossed her arms over her chest and said, “I’m pretty sure Jin isn’t going to be happy if I show up pregnant with another man’s baby.”
Boris’ head swiveled toward her, his eyes glowing. She had expected to see anger in his eyes though, not satisfaction. The bastard! He wanted her to get pregnant so her make-believe fiancé would dump her, leaving her fair game. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. What would Boris say if he found out he was actually trying to impregnate the woman contracted to assassinate him?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
5 hours until they arrived in Hong Kong. It was now or never. She had to choose: Jin or Boris. There was no choice. Though it would shatter her heart, she knew what she must do. She crawled naked from beneath the covers, finding it surprisingly easy to slide from Boris’ side. He usually held her tightly within the circle of his arms, especially after they made love. Which they had done may times over the past several days.
Laney knew where he kept his blade, having watched like a hawk as he cared for his weapons and put them away each night before bed. Her own blades were lost to her forever. She would have to content herself with the unfamiliar weight of one of his. Originally, she had planned on using a bullet. But now that they were lovers, she knew she couldn't do anything so impersonal. She would do the honourable thing and spill his blood properly, with a blade.
She pulled the large knife from his bag and flipped it open, staring at it for a moment in the light from the porthole. She ran her finger over the blade, ensuring the paper-thin sharpness of its edge. Of course he would keep his weapons in excellent condition, same as her. The knife was too big for her small hand, but it would suffice. She had learned to be proficient with many weapons at an early age.
She turned and looked down at him, allowing her eyes to linger on the man who had ruthlessly pushed his way into her heart despite her every protest. She wanted to hate him for it. He was laying on his back, gloriously naked in the dim light. His tattooed chest and arms were bared to her tortured gaze. Over the past few days he had taught her that she was just as hungry for him as he was for her. He would reach for her in the night and in the day. So often did he want her, that time blurred until she did not know whether the moon shone or the sun rose. She would go eagerly into his arms, returning his caresses.
Laney pressed her lips together, forcing back a sob of despair. She had no choice! Boris could not reach Hong Kong alive. Failure was not an option. She approached the bed, her eyes dropping down his body one last time. She gasped, realizing that his cock was no longer laying soft a
gainst his thigh, but rapidly hardening in expectation. Her gaze flew up to meet his.
Boris was awake, watching her calmly as she stood over him with his own knife.
Laney had no choice. She leapt naked onto his chest and pressed the knife against his throat. She expected him to react defensively, to throw her, hit her, or crush her. She closed her eyes in anticipation of a blow landing. Her fingers trembled, but she could not bring herself to press the blade further into his neck.
Boris didn’t move.
A sob escaped her lips and her shoulders shook in reaction. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. His dark eyes captured hers. He didn’t look angry. He looked… understanding.
After a moment of unbearable tension, he spoke. One word only.
“Yakuza.”
It was a statement, not a question.
She jerked her head up and down in a nod. A tear escaped her eye. Finally, he brought his hand up. She flinched against him, causing the blade to dig ever so slightly into his throat. He stopped for just a second, as though waiting for her to calm, before continuing to lift his hand. He gently ran his thick fingers down the back of her ear. Laney sighed at the sensation, knowing he was tracing the tattoo of a tiny dragon behind her ear. She hadn’t gone in for the usual display of gang tattoos so she could complete her work more discreetly. However, she’d gotten the one small tattoo in honour of her first love after his death.
She frowned and whispered, “You’ve always known?”
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