by Cole, Jagger
“Lev!” She screams my name as her back arches off the bed. “Lev!” Oh fuck! Oh… fuck!”
She explodes like a bomb against my mouth as she starts to come. But I give her no quarter. No breaks. No catching her breath.
I drag my tongue over her throbbing clit and then keep going, licking and kissing all the way up her body. I suck one turgid pink nipple and then the other, until she’s gasping, thrusting her tits into my mouth.
I push between her thighs, spreading them with my hips. My fat, swollen dick falls against her slippery little cunt. I look down, rocking my hips as the thick crown pushes between her pink, petal-soft lips. They part around my crown, like the lips on her pretty face opening for me.
I grab her hips, holding myself there with just the head inside. I look down into her eyes with her legs over my shoulders and lust on her face.
“Fuck me,” she moans. Her eyes glow with desire as they hold mine. “Fuck me like I’ve been dying for you to fuck me. Like you did the other night.”
I grind against her, rubbing my head over her clit. Zoey whimpers so eagerly, gasping.
“Fuck me hard, Lev. Fuck me—oh fuck!”
I ram into her. She’s so eager and wet that every thick inch of my cock sinks into her, to the hilt, in one stroke. I growl, grinding so deep. Her face crumples in ecstasy as her legs wrap tight around me. I saw out, only to pound back in with a snarl.
She grabs me and crushes her lips to mine. And then we’re off to the fucking races.
I fuck her like an animal. Like a beast. I pound into her mercilessly, like I want to fuck her through the goddamn bed beneath her. And Zoey goes absolutely wild when I do.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” She screams in pleasure. She convulses as she suddenly explodes again for me. I groan, kissing her gasping mouth as I rut into her through her climax. Her pussy milks and squeezes my dick like she’s trying to wring the cum from my balls. Her eyes roll back, clawing at the bed and then my arms as she comes for me.
With a groan, I slide my glistening cock from her little pussy and slide back until I’m standing next to the bed. I yank her back and then roll her over.
“Oh fuck yes,” she whimpers. She looks over her shoulder at me as she seductively arches her back. Her tight little ass thrusts back for me. “Fuck me, Lev.”
She moans when I use my knee to spread her legs. I ease the head inside and then plunge the rest of the way into her pussy. Zoey moans and thrashes on the bed, begging me for more. My thickness pistons into her, the room filling with the filthy wet sounds of us.
With a snarl, I slide a hand up her back and grab a fistful of her hair. I yank, pulling her up onto her knees with me standing behind her; never slipping out of her. I grip her hips and pound into her as she wails in pleasure. I growl into her ear, one hand spanking her ass I fuck her eager little cunt. My arm slides around her, holding her to me as I fuck her raw.
“Oh shit! Oh… Lev! Lev, I’m—I’m coming! I’m commmiiiinng!”
The way her pussy spasms around my cock, and her cries of pleasure are the last I can take. I groan as I lose control and thrust into her. I hold my cock so deep in her tight little body as I start to come with her.
I bite down on her shoulder, making her cry out as her pussy quivers around me. My cock throbs, and hot cum pours into her, filling her up until its running down her legs.
My vision swims. My body is shaking, and my muscles are clenching and spasming. I wrap her in my arms, kissing her neck tenderly where my teeth left a mark. She sinks against me, gasping for air. She reaches back to run her hands over me.
I’m gentle as I slide out of her. I scoop her into my arms, and she goes limp. My face crumples with worry as I lay her back across the bed, hovering over her. She’s trembling and quivering. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is haggard. Concern spreads through me, until suddenly she opens her eyes and grins up at me.
With a deep moan, she’s suddenly wrapping her arms and legs around me and flipping us over. I chuckle deeply before I groan when I realize she’s landed on top of me, her legs spread around my hips. She bites her lip seductively and looks into my eyes with a hunger. She reaches down between us and wraps those small, soft fingers around my cock. I groan when she strokes me and then lines my head up against her slick pussy.
I groan. “You want more, lastachka?” I growl thickly.
“I want it all,” Zoey gasps.
“Then take it,” I snarl. I grab her hips, and I rock my cock up into her as she moans eagerly. “Take my cock, baby.”
Her lips find mine. Her body rocks and undulates on me, long into the night until neither of us can even speak.
It’s absolute heaven, until all hell breaks loose.
13
Zoey
I was born into opulence and wealth. I’ve wanted for nothing in my life, maybe aside from a father who actually loved me. I’ve never felt unsafe, either. But I’ve never felt as safe or as at home as I do right now.
I’ve never felt so needed.
I’m half asleep and half awake. I’m also naked and half draped over Lev. The skin on skin feels like nothing I’ve ever imagined. Even that first night weeks ago, when he took my virginity, when I fucked him all over my apartment in every conceivable way. Even that was never this level of intimate. Even as animalistic as that was, it was nothing like the way we’re just touching each other now, skin-to-skin.
His chest rises and falls under my cheek. His muscled arms circle me, surrounding me like another blanket. My leg is draped over his body, and I can feel the throb of his skin. I nestle against him and grin.
I’ve never felt any of this before. And now, I never want to not feel it.
“You’re awake.”
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, whipping my head to see at him looking at me.
Lev chuckles. “I didn’t mean to scare you, lastachka.”
“You’re sneaky,” I grin.
“You have no idea.”
I suddenly feel his hand slide over my ass, and I smirk.
“See?” He smirks. “Never saw that coming, did you.”
“You’re a ninja.”
He chuckles. “What is keeping you up?”
“You.”
He arches a brow questioningly.
“No, it’s not a bad thing,” I smile and then lean down to softly kiss his chest. “What was keeping you up?”
“You.”
He smiles roguishly and leans down to kiss my mouth. I tremble as I kiss him back. I’m almost scared of how big these feelings are.
“Tell me something no one knows,” I whisper.
He smirks. “And why would I do that?”
“Because you like me.”
He grins. “I do, do I?”
I nod as I bite my lip. “Yep. Hopelessly wrapped up in me. Sorry.” I sigh. “I’m probably just going to break your heart. Fair warning.”
“Ahh yes, the litany of men from the tabloids.”
“Oh, hundreds,” I roll my eyes. But Lev frowns curiously.
“What is the story there?”
“Image,” I mutter flatly with a shrug. “It started in high school, and it turns out life isn’t much different.”
“You do it for clout, you mean.”
I nod. “Basically. I knew early on that I was always going to be in the spotlight with my family, and money, and my looks.” I frown. “I figured I’d be in that light on my own terms, and at the top.”
“These men…”
“Are props.” I sigh. “And most need me as a prop, too.”
“A beard for the gay masses.”
I giggle. “Something like that.”
“Tonight, where I found you…”
I can see the jealousy brimming behind his eyes. I grin as I lean close and kiss him softly. “A friend. A gay friend.”
“One of your tabloid boyfriends.”
I giggle. “Yes.” Suddenly my heart jumps. “Holy shit, I never texted him that I’d left!” I
whirl to Lev. “My phone…”
“My pants,” he nods. I scramble around on the bed and lean over to grab his dress pants. I snatch the phone out, expecting a million calls and texts from Kevin. When there’s none, I suppress a giggle. I’m guessing Kevin never actually woke up at all when Lev was taking me and is still asleep.
Hey! I text. Just letting you know I bounced. Thank you so so much for the hospitality and the ear. I really appreciate it and everything you’ve done for me. Drinks soon! <3
Satisfied that my friend isn’t going to have a heart attack about me being missing, I drop the phone back to the ground. I feel a big hand slide over my ass, and I grin. Lev gives my butt a swat, and I giggle as I spin around and spring on top of him. He chuckles, his hands sliding over my waist. He pulls me down and kisses me hard.
“Oh, actually,” I shrug as I pull back. “There you go.”
He frowns. “What?”
“The thing with the fake boyfriends and hookups is something no one knows about me. Well, almost no one. I mean they know, but no one else. Not even Fiona.”
He arches his brow. “Interesting.”
“Now you’re on the inside.”
He grins. “Lucky me.”
“But that means it’s your turn. Something no one or almost no one knows.”
Lev smirks. “What are you looking for?”
“I don’t know! I mean…” I shrug. “Your secret hobby? That you desperately wanted to be a figure skater when you grew up? Something about your parents?”
His face darkens when I say the last one.
“Sorry,” I say quickly. “Never mind.”
“No…” Lev frowns. “I can tell you.”
“You really don’t have to—”
“Lastachka,” he growls. He looks up into my eyes. “I want to.”
I nod as I slide off of him, snuggling close next to him in the bed.
“My mother I didn’t know. My father said she was a whore and a witch, which probably means she was a saint.”
I smile. “Is your dad still alive?”
Lev’s eyes harden. He nods. “Yes,” he says thickly. I lean into him and kiss his chest.
“Let’s talk about something else—”
“These are from him.”
He stretches his arm out in front of us, turning it so the dim light catches the shadows of the scar tissue. I gasp in horror when I realize what I’m looking at. My hand flies to my mouth as my heart breaks.
“Lev…”
“He was—is—a monster. I was on the streets at eleven because I was done with him.”
“You were on the streets at eleven?”
He nods quietly. “St Petersburg. It’s where I met Viktor, actually.”
“I’m so sorry,” I choke quietly. “I was going to say that my dad is a prick, but…”
“Well, my father never forced me to marry anyone,” Lev smirks.
“Well, that’s a relief to hear,” I giggle.
He pulls me close to him, leaning down to kiss the top of my head.
“My past—my childhood…” He takes a deep breath. “All of that is a darkness I keep to myself. It’s not that I can’t share or can’t let go or any of that shit a psychiatrist would say,” he growls. “It’s that I don’t wish to inflict that horror on anyone.” He turns to me. “Especially not someone as good as you.”
He leans down to kiss me softly. “But no one aside from Viktor knows about these scars. Or the man who gave them to me.”
I nod as I pull close to kiss him again. The kiss lingers and grows deeper. I moan as I slowly slide into his lap. I can feel how hard he is against me, and I moan as I grind against that thickness.
But then suddenly, Lev freezes and stiffens under me. I pull back with a worried frown.
“Lev?”
He holds a finger up, his ears pricking as he peers through the dim room at the door. I turn as well. And this time, I hear the sound too.
“Get up,” he growls.
“What is—”
“Now!”
I gasp as he suddenly lunges from the bed with me in his arms. He sets me down and then whirls, and my jaw drops as he topples the whole bed over onto it’s side.
“Behind it!” he barks.
* * *
My pulse is racing as I duck behind the flipped bed. Lev charges across the room into his closet and comes out a second later holding a machine gun.
“Lev!”
“Get down!” he roars, just as the door suddenly explodes into shards.
I scream as Lev seems to fly across the room into me. He snarls as he grabs me and tackles me behind the mattress. The sound of gunfire is deafening, and bits of mattress and wall plaster pelt down on both of us.
There’s a lull in the shooting. Suddenly Lev hisses and jumps up, looking like an X-rated Rambo—naked with a machine gun in his hands. He bares his teeth and starts to fire through the wreckage of his bedroom door. I can hear screams of agony and thuds from the other side. Slowly, he stops shooting and pauses.
My pulse hammers in my ears. Smoke curls from the barrel of Lev’s gun. But there’s not a sound from the other side of the door. He takes a breath and charges. He smashes through the shot-up door and barks something in Russian on the other side. I hear one more shot and scream as I dive back down and cover my ears.
I’m shaking. Naked on the ground, I’m holding my head and rocking as I try not to hyperventilate.
“Zoey…”
I hear my name, but it’s like I can’t move.
“Zoey!”
I scream when he touches me. But when I look up to see him crouched over me, I sob and launch myself into his arms.
“Lev—”
“I’m here,” he growls quietly. He holds me tight in his strong arms. “I’m here, lastachka.”
He rocks me until I can breathe again. Then he pulls back. “We need to go, now.”
My face is white as I stare back at him. “What—who—”
“Do you remember before, when you heard me saying dyaval when I was speaking to one of my men? I was referring to the devil I’d taken you from.”
The cold feeling spreads. “Lev—”
“That devil knows you’re here, with me. And we need to go, now.”
14
Zoey
The world seems like it’s blurry—like it’s moving in slow motion. I’m aware of Lev helping me get dressed back in the sweats and t-shirt. I’m aware of him talking to me and telling me it’s going to be okay.
But I can’t talk, or even really think. And when he ushers me through the apartment and pulls my head towards his chest, all I can hear is my blood thudding in my ear.
“Don’t look, lastachka,” he growls quietly as he helps me step over… something, and then another something. He’s got a gun in his other hand; I know that much.
At the private elevator, he waits until the doors slide open before snarling and whipping his gun around the doorframe. But it’s empty inside. My pulse is still thudding as he pulls me inside and hits the button for the garage. It’s only when the elevator starts to go down that I realize Lev is wet.
I glance down and gasp as my heart skips.
“Lev!!”
His white t-shirt is stained red, with blood leaking down his side and soaking the waist of his jeans.
“It’s fine,” he grunts
“You’re bleeding! A lot!”
“It’s fine—”
“Lev!”
“Zoey,” he hisses. The elevator dings as we come to a stop, and he quickly pushes me behind him. The doors slide open, and before I can even register it, Lev raises the gun in his hand and squeezes the trigger.
The man waiting for us with a rifle in his hands falls to ground. I stifle a scream into the crook of my arm as Lev turns to spin me away from seeing it.
“Let’s go,” he says gently.
I’m shaking, so he scoops me into his arms and carries me across the parking lot to his Chevelle. But
as we get to it, I force myself to stop shaking. I close my eyes and push everything that’s just happened to the side, because I have to.
He sets me down, and instantly, I whirl on him. “Let me look at it.”
“We need to move.”
“Lev—”
“Zoey,” he growls. His eyes narrow and hold mine. “I’ve had much worse. Trust me.”
“Is it…”
“Gunshot. But the bullet just winged me. Come on, we need to go, right now.”
I purse my lips. “I’m driving.”
He shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”
“Lev, you’ve been shot.”
“Can you drive stick?”
I frown. Fuck.
“Didn’t think so,” he smirks.
“Fine, but do you have med stuff in the car?”
He nods. I help him as he winces and slides behind the wheel. Then I slip into the passenger seat as he revs the engine. I dig the first aid kit out from under my seat and yank a big roll of gauze out of it. I press it to his wound as he shifts into drive, but he barely grunts. The car roars out of the garage, and Lev floors it.
I gasp, trying to keep the bandage on him as he thunders through the city. Everything is still blurred to me. It’s like reality is happening through a haze, or underwater. All I can focus on is pressing the bandages to his wound to try and staunch the bleeding.
He avoids highways, but in about half an hour, the city is disappearing behind us. We take roads that lead to smaller roads, and then smaller ones. And pretty soon we’re well out of Chicago and heading north.
Suburbia gives way to more rural small towns, until we’re firmly in the woods. The car starts to veer, and I glance at him.
“Lev,” I whisper.
He nods, his eyes narrowed at the road. His face looks pale.
“Lev!”
His eyes slide to me, looking haggard.
“We need to pull over.”
His mouth thins. But he nods. “Da,” he grunts.
He pulls off the main road by an old diner that looks like it’s been closed for at least a few years. We drive around to the back of it and find an old half-collapsed garage. Lev shuts the car off and groans as he sinks back into the seat.