CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My hands are clean, and the gun is safely hidden by the time Everly exits the shop. I flex my fingers, eyeing the black tattoos that are inked onto my skin.
Well, my hands are mostly clean.
She swings a bag as she walks, her cheerful mood a beacon in the crowd. “I’m done,” she sings out.
Normally, this kind of attention would be unwelcome, but I am too jubilant at the thought of Petrov being eliminated. Everly is safe from him.
I start in her direction, intent upon taking her back to the hotel and making good on my promise to order room service desserts. Memories of this morning crowd their way to the forefront of my mind. My hands on her body, spreading her thighs, and holding her wrists prisoner. How she tasted on my tongue. The sounds she made when she came apart in my arms.
My stomach roils. I can’t touch her, much less have sex with her. I’ve just killed a man. I glance at my hands once more, and they’re stained with blood instead of ink.
I pivot and stride away, fighting the bile that threatens to rise.
“Roman?” Everly calls out, her quickening footsteps growing closer as she follows me. “Wait up!”
I slow to allow her to catch up, but only because I can’t leave her behind. Not only would I be leaving her to the wolves, but she’s in a foreign country and can’t speak the language. I doubt she could name our hotel.
With a forced lightness, I turn my attention to her, acting as though I’m happy to have found her at last and not running away. “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”
She nearly bumps into me. “You have? But I’ve been in the same shop the entire time.”
I shrug, feeling ridiculous. “Perhaps you were hidden from me.”
“I guess.” Giving me an uncertain smile, she asks, “Why didn’t you stop when I called your name?”
“I didn’t hear you,” I say firmly. “I was lost in my head.”
“Your grandfather?”
“Yes, he’s doing much better.” My phone vibrates and I pull it out, noting a new text from Viktor/Victoria. I shoot off a reply, letting him know Petrov is dead by my hand.
Everly’s lips twist. “Must be so hard talking to Victoria.”
“What?”
“You know, Victoria—the woman who just had to get something from you while we were on our date. Otherwise known as coitus interruptus.”
“Are you jealous of Victoria?” I ask, though I suspect the answer is yes. However, if Everly were ever to find out Victoria’s true identity as Viktor, then she wouldn’t be so put out.
“No,” she says quickly. A little too quickly.
“I think you are.”
“Well, I think it’s ungentlemanly of you to say so,” she says primly, turning up her nose. “Anyway, I’m ready to go back to our hotel.”
For some reason, her reprimand spurs me into action. I don’t give a damn about not being worthy to touch her. I have to touch her. I need her.
Without saying a word, I crowd her into a dark alley. “Roman!” she says, looking around. “What in the world are you doing?”
“Showing you how ungentlemanly I can be.” I cup her face with both hands and slant my mouth over hers, forcing my tongue inside. I lick and taste and take from her, until she responds in kind.
I grind against her, showing her how hard she makes me, as one of her legs wraps around my hip. My hand leaves her face to slide down her neck and then over one breast. I palm it, rubbing my thumb over her already hard nipple.
“Wait,” she says, breathless. “I can’t, not in public.”
“As you wish,” I say, and then kiss her again. I force away the urgency I feel, the need to take her here and now. I trace the outline of her top lip, then slip my tongue inside her mouth once more to twine with hers. My body goes harder than ever before, like steel being forged for battle.
Everly softens against me, her full breasts rubbing against my chest. She sighs so sweetly that I pull away and gaze into her eyes. Somehow they are highlighted by a trick of the streetlights.
“You are infinitely special to me, do you know that?”
“I do now,” she says softly. “You’re special to me, too.”
Forcing a calm breath, I turn from her appreciative gaze and hail a taxi. It carries us back to the hotel in no time. Anticipation makes my nerves come alive. I’m dying to touch her, to taste her, to claim her. Actually, I’d give my last breath to be inside of her again.
I shut the hotel room door behind us and turn to face her.
She looks up at me. Slowly, she peels off her clothes, one agonizing piece at a time, until there’s nothing hiding her lush body but her bra and panties. Then, she raises her hands above her head and waits.
I pin her wrists against the door with one hand, using my free one to unfasten my trousers and pull out my cock. Gripping it at the base, I stroke myself while she watches avidly.
“Get down on your knees. I want to see your mouth wrapped around my—”
She’s on her knees, taking me into her mouth before I can blink. Her small hand is wrapped around the base of my cock where mine had just been. She looks up at me, her pink lips stretched wide as she takes all that I have to give to her. Her little tongue darts out to lick the head and I let out a low, approving moan.
My hips thrust forward on their own. I can’t help it. She rewards me with a long, slow lick from tip to base. Her cheeks hollow out as she pulls me deep and I punch out my arm, connecting with the door. It sounds as though I’ve put a hole through it.
Don’t fucking care.
I dig through my pockets and pull out a condom. While she sucks me, I tear it open and then close my eyes.
“Your mouth is paradise,” I growl.
My balls start to draw up, and I know I’m close. None too gently, I push her away and she fights me.
“I wasn’t done,” she complains.
Jesus. She was fighting for more. “Greedy girl. I’ll give you what you need.”
She pouts. “But not what I want.”
“It’s the same thing. Trust me to see to your pleasure. Trust me to take very good care of you.”
I roll the condom on and help her stand. Then I drop to my knees and run my hands along her soft, inner thighs, looking up at her. “Spread yourself for me.”
Eyes locked on my face, she does as I ask. I gaze at her where she’s soft and pink. “Very pretty,” I say right before I lick her.
She makes a little noise in the back of her throat.
I take my time eating her out, take my time savoring the taste of her pussy. I want to draw her pleasure out, make this last forever, because I have no idea how much time we have left together.
My fear for her makes me desperate. Another pass of my tongue and I stand, bending my knees a little to reach her core. Her hot, inner muscles clench me tight as I push inside.
She gasps loudly, and I adjust my stance, bringing one of her legs over my arm. “Hush, love, or everyone will hear you.”
She whimpers, and I smile.
“You want that, don’t you? You want everyone to hear you.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Louder.”
“Yes!”
I pump into her so hard that her breasts nearly bounce out of her bra. I yank the cups down and pinch her nipples. “Say my name.”
“Roman.”
I grimace. Roman isn’t my name.
“Roman,” she moans.
Damn it. “Don’t say my name.”
“What?”
“I want to play a game, yeah?”
“O-okay.”
“I’m Nikolai, a Russian assassin who’s been sent on a mission to—”
“Save the world from an evil dictator!”
In this moment, I wish that were true. “Yes.” I bite her bottom lip. “Now, try again. Say my name.”
“Nikolai,” she breathes, and my dick swells up so big that I curse.
“Louder.” I pinch her nipples again.
“Nikolai!” she screams.
Something inside of me snaps, and I’m no longer making love to her. I’m fucking her. There’s only the heat of our bodies, the wetness of her pussy, and the hard tips of her breasts. There’s only acceptance as she takes what I give her. There are only her hands gripping my shoulders, her teeth scraping my neck.
There’s only us. There’s only where we are joined.
I look down, watching as I disappear inside of her and pull back out, slick with her juices. Ruthlessly, I slam into her and then spin us around before stalking to the bed. Automatically, she tightens her legs around me. I lower her onto the edge of the bed and pull her legs over my shoulders, before pistoning into her like a machine.
She moans and grabs her breasts, rubbing them. I can’t look away. I can’t stop fucking her.
“What about dessert?” she pants. “You said you wanted to paint me with—”
I rub her clit, making her eyes flutter closed as she sucks in a breath. With a low growl, I pull out of her and bury my face between her thighs. “You taste so good.”
Her hips buck wildly as I slide two fingers inside of her. “Not fair.”
“You want my cock?”
She grabs my wrist and pulls it to her mouth, then proceeds to lick her juices off my fingers. Giving me a heavy-lidded look, she says, “You weren’t sharing.”
“I’ll be sure not to make that mistake again,” I murmur before crawling up her body. I flip her to her stomach and pull her to me, sending her heart-shaped ass into the air. Grabbing the belt from her robe that’s lying on the end of the bed, I yank it off and tie her hands at the wrists, pulling them behind her.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I sink deep inside while simultaneously shortening the length of the belt.
She lets out a low wail. “Oh God. Please, Roman.”
“It’s Nikolai, and please what?”
“I don’t know.” Then a heartbeat later, “Please, Nikolai, help me.”
Nikolai. My name on her lips is a powerful aphrodisiac. I slip my hand around her, to where she’s hot, wet, and swollen for me. “Shall I rub you here?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I make you come?”
“Yes!”
I continue to torture Everly with measured thrusts. “I’m going to allow you to come, but you have to be quiet.”
“I can’t!” she wails.
“You can. The neighbors are already complaining. I hear them through the walls.”
“But this is a suite. No one else can really hear us,” she pants.
“Perhaps I left the window open. Or the doors to the balcony.” She grows wetter, coating my cock as I tease her. “Everly, you naughty girl.”
“Please don’t make me go out there. I don’t really want anyone to see us like this.”
“Hush, love, and remember our game.”
“Whatever you say, Nikolai.” She pushes back against me, sending my cock deeper. I run a finger between the cheeks of her ass, playing with her there. Ever so gently, I slip the tip of my finger inside. “Oh,” she chokes out, her arms straining against the belt.
With my free hand, I find her clit and begin to massage it. She shatters around me, calling out my name.
“Nikolai, Nikolai,” she chants into the mattress.
With a curse, I thrust deep and hold myself still as wave after wave of my orgasm washes over me.