Michal

 

We drive through the night, away from Eamon's home and toward a nearby hotel. As I drive, I find myself looking over at Alina constantly, both to confirm that she's there and to look over the injuries on her face. I seethe with rage every time I look at them and part of me wants to simply turn the car back around, return to Eamon's, and give him the punishment he truly deserves for laying hands upon the woman I love.

 

But I know that my next few actions will be critical if I'm to see us both through what's to come. As satisfying as putting a round in Eamon might be, it would mean ruin; making sure that Eamon will be around to move in after I do what needs to be done about my father is critical.

 

I place my hand on Alina's leg, squeezing her tightly. She looks over at me and smiles that smile that I'd do anything for.

 

"Where are we going?" she asks, breaking the silence.

 

"We're going to a hotel for the evening. I'm checked in under a false name; we should be fine for tonight."

 

"And you trust Eamon?"

 

"The only thing I trust about Eamon is that his thirst for power is rivaled only by that of my father. He won't raise a finger to help someone unless there is something in it for him, and in this situation, that happens to be the case."

 

I drive on, soon reaching the hotel. It's a tall, stately building in downtown Philadelphia. It's a little ritzy for what we need, but I figure that if Alina had to spend any time around Eamon, it's the least I can do for her. Stepping into the magnificent lobby, the carpet a deep red and the walls and ceilings decorated in an ornate, Gilded-Age style, I watch Alina look around in awe, a small smile forming on her face.

 

Anything for her, I think to myself.

 

We check in, and I bring with us the small bag that contains some changes of clothing, along with some other necessities. Opening the door to the room, we enter a stunning penthouse suite, the windows overlooking the evening city.

 

"It's …amazing," says Alina, entering the room and looking around, her eyes wide.

 

"I thought you could do with a little luxury after what you've been through," I say, setting down the bag on a nearby chair.

 

Alina turns to me, her expression of happy wonder turning more serious. She walks toward me with slow steps, and I find my fist clenching as I look upon her bruises in the bright light of the hotel room.

 

"I …don't know what to say," she said, looking down bashfully. "I knew you'd come for me. I don't know how, but I just knew it. But, still, coming down the stairs and seeing you there…I don't know how to explain how I felt."

 

"Well," I say. "I'll keep in mind that if you're ever mad at me, all I need to do is hold a gun to an obese, Irish mobster's head and all will be forgiven."

 

Another smile forms and Alina playfully slaps my chest.

 

"You know what I mean," she says, a sweet laugh sounding as she speaks.

 

"I didn't have any other choice. When my father told me that he gave you to Eamon, I knew that I wouldn't be able to rest until I found you again."

 

I look over her bruises, a sick feeling taking hold as I do.

 

"Sit down on the bed; I need to take a look at you."

 

She complies, and I go into the bathroom and get the first aid kit.

 

"Please," she says, seeing the kit in my hand. "it's not so serious."

 

"Not another word," I say, opening the kit and removing some sterile wash and antiseptic wipes.

 

I wipe away the smears of cracked, dried blood and dab at the split in her lip with the antiseptic. Alina winces as the pad touches her.

 

"That's the worst of it," I say.

 

With the blood gone, she looks a bit better, but I'm still quaking in anger over what Eamon did to her.

 

"Did he …do anything else?" I ask, almost fearful of the answer.

 

"No," she says, relief washing over me immediately. "He wanted to, though. You came just in time."

 

Fantasies of beating Eamon to a pulp fill my mind. I wish that he wasn't so necessary to my plan; I would take sweet pleasure in taking him apart limb by limb after what he’s done.

 

Taking one last look at Alina, I realize that I've done all that I can.

 

"Thank you," she says once again.

 

"You can thank me when we've gotten out through to the other side of this," I say.

 

Alina looks away as I speak, a despondent look appearing on her beautiful features.

 

"What are we going to do, exactly? Surely your father won't simply stand by while you give everything to Eamon."

 

"You don't need to worry about that," I say. "I'll take my father out of the picture one way or another."

 

"And your sister?"

 

"She's …going to be more complicated. But I know that, as savvy as she is, she won't be able to take hold of the business should my father be removed. She doesn't have the connections in the city that would allow her to smoothly move into his position. Though I know that it's what she wants."

 

"Are …you going to kill him?"

 

Though I feel nothing but rage for what my father has done, the thought of killing him fills me with doubt. As certain as I am that I want nothing more than to leave all of this behind and to run away with Alina, taking my father out is the step in the plan that I can't help but feel hesitation about.

 

"I'll handle it."

 

"And …what about money?"

 

"Think about money least of all. I've got millions hidden away and I can sell the house through a third party once we've made our escape. You won't have to worry about money ever again, and once this is all over and done with, our lives as criminals will be nothing but a memory."

 

It sounds nice as I say it, but I cringe at thinking what it will take get to this new life that awaits us. Alina nods, knowing that what lies ahead of us won't be easy to get through.

 

"Hey," I say, putting my hand on her delicate shoulder. “We're together; that's all that matters. I'd do anything for you, and that includes getting you out of this."

 

She nods again, looking up at me with her big, blue-gray eyes. And as I look into them, I know that I've made the right decision.

 

"What do we do now?" she asks, her voice light and sweet.

 

"Leave that to me," I say, walking towards the minibar and taking out a small bottle of chilled white wine. "I don't know what the days ahead hold for us, but tonight we have each other."

 

I crack open the wine and fill two glasses.

 

"Come out onto the balcony," I say, pulling the door open and stepping out, the air brisk and refreshing.

 

Alina follows me out, and I hand her the glass.

 

"To us," I say, raising my drink.

 

"No matter what," she says.

 

We take our sips, and I let my drink linger on my palate, wondering if this might be the last time I have a night like this. Thoughts of what needs to be done flood my mind, but I tell myself that right now is not the time for worries. Tonight is all about her.

 

Alina leans in close to me, sipping her wine as we look out onto the glittering stretch of the city. We say nothing to one another, instead savoring the joy of our reunion. We finish our wine, and when I set my glass down, I turn back toward Alina, her eyes open and wide as she looks up at me. Bruises and all, she's still the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen in my life.

 

I place my hand on her hip and bring her in close, pressing her body against mine and feeling her chest rise and fall with deep, full breaths. I look into her eyes once again, holding her gaze for a long moment before moving in close and kissing her.

 

I kiss her gently at first, pressing my lips softly against hers, the split running through her lower lip rough and jagged. A brief wave of anger comes over me as I'm reminded of what's been done to her, but I push those thoughts out of my mind, choosing instead to focus on the feeling of her lips against mine. We kiss chastely at first, but soon I'm opening my mouth, letting my tongue run over hers, and bringing her body tight against my own.

 

And that moment, there isn't a thing in heaven or earth that I want more than her.

 

I kiss her harder, as though I want to devour her right then and there. Her hands slip under my shirt, caressing my chest, and I return the favor, moving my hands along the soft curves of her hips and stomach. The kissing is rich with passion now, my lips moving along her neck, not one bit of her soft skin free from my touch.

 

The same thought occurring to both of us, we guide one another back inside and toward the bed. Alina is pushing me hard, her hands guiding me to the bed, My legs buckle as I move against the side of it. I drop, now sitting on the edge with Alina standing over me, still kissing me hard. I allow myself to become lost in her kiss, letting no thought dwell in my mind beyond the feeling of her lips against mine. It's the only feeling I care about.

 

As she kisses me, she unfastens the buttons of my shirt, undoing them with expert speed. She pulls the shirt over my shoulders and off, leaving my upper body bare. She steps away from me for a moment, looking over my body, a sensual smile on her face.

 

"You have me at a disadvantage," I say, looking down at the light-blue blouse that she's wearing.

 

She gets the message. Undoing the buttons, she pulls the shirt over her head, revealing an unbelievably sexy lacy, blue bra, the sight of her breasts busting from it making me as hard as I've ever been. Alina's eyes track down my body, settling on the outline of my cock as it strains against my pants. She drops to her knees, opening my belt and pulling down my pants, my prick springing out just inches from her face.

 

Alina looks up at me with a sly little expression on her features, taking my cock and dragging the backs of her fingernails against it. The sensation is incredible; waves of hot pleasure run up my body as she strokes my shaft.

 

"You like when I touch you like this?" she asks.

 

"Mmm" I respond, a moan escaping my lips. “That's a silly question."

 

I feel the muscles of my stomach tighten as she continues to touch me. Soon, she's stroking me slowly, her fingers wrapping around me as she looks up with her big, blue-gray eyes.

 

After a little more of this, she lowers her head slightly, her tongue slipping out past her lips and touching the head of my cock. The feeling of warm wetness is incredible. Soon, she's moving her tongue around the end of my cock as she strokes me, and the moment her mouth opens and she takes my head into her mouth for the first time, I know it's going to be a struggle not to cum right then and there.

 

Alina starts off in a teasing manner at first, circling around my head with her tongue and letting me savor the feeling of it dragging along the ridge of my cock. Every now and then, she takes the head into her mouth, letting it rest against her tongue for a moment before forming a tight seal with her lips and moving down, down, down—further each time. Her lips grip my cock tightly, and as she moves along my length, I can feel her tongue lash at my cock, stimulating it in just the right way. Her hand follows her lips up and down, stroking my cock as she sucks me. Her free hand rests on my cock at first, but it soon makes its way to my balls, squeezing them gently as she sucks faster and faster.

 

I run my hands through her soft, blonde hair, pulling it into a ponytail as I watch her suck me. Every now and then, she looks up at me with sensual, teasing eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips despite them being wrapped around my prick. She bobs up and down over and over, and I'm focusing hard on the feeling, though I feel that at any moment, I might explode in her mouth. But I know better than to finish before we've both had our fun.

 

After a time, I guide her up by her hair, bringing her to her feet. She wipes a bit of saliva from her mouth and stands before me, as if awaiting a command.

 

Good girl, I think.

 

"Lose the rest," I say, my eyes moving down her beautiful body and settling on her pants.

 

She complies, shimmying out of her skin-tight pants, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thong panties. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband, she pulls them down, stepping out of them and standing before me, totally nude. A bashful expression forms on her face as she tucks her hair behind her right ear, her eyes flicking up at me as though she's unsure of herself.

 

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," I say, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her close.

 

A pink flush spreads across her features, and my heart skips a beat. I want her right then more than I've ever wanted anything else. But first, it's time for me to return the favor.

 

Lifting her off of her feet, I turn and place her on the bed with a light toss, her hair splaying out around her head as she lands. I look over her body, paying special attention to her full breasts, her pink nipples, her fair skin, and the sensual curve of her hips. Her legs cross over one another in a coy manner, and I place one hand on her thigh, pulling them apart as a smile forms on her cherry-red lips. Her sex is now just in front of me, and I look at it and the rest of Alina with the hunger of a starved animal. It's all I can do to not ravage her right at that moment.

 

Now I get to my knees, slipping my arms under her shoulders and pulling her close, her pussy now only inches away from my face. Alina runs her hands through my hair in anticipation as I move in close to her. With one hand, I spread her open as I insert a finger into her with the other. Alina moans as I enter her, and I'm harder than I've ever been in my life.

 

I start with gentle, quick licks, savoring Alina's taste as I continue to move my fingers in and out of her. I tease her a little, letting her body acclimate to the pleasure that I about to give her.

 

But she doesn't want to wait.

 

Her hands still in my hair, she presses my face against hers, imploring me to not hold anything back. I'm more than happy to do just that. I start on her with long, slow licks, letting my tongue drag against her clit as I move in and out of her, my finger curling slightly to make sure no bit of her is unstimulated. I continue to lick her, feeling her pussy get wetter by the second as I listen to long, pleasured moans sound from her. Looking up, I see that her face is tightened in an expression of almost unbearable pleasure, and I can sense that she's close to cumming.

 

Her legs cross, pressing against the sides of my head. One hand is in my hair and the other is squeezing one of her breasts. The sight of Alina on the verge of climax makes me want to fuck her right then and there, but I know better than to leave a job unfinished. I continue to lick her, Alina's body quaking with pleasure. Then, in the middle of a long, slow drag of my tongue against her, she cums. Her body tightens as she pulls her limbs close; waves of orgasm shake her with steady pulses. She moans hard, taking in deep breaths only to shoot them out in pleasure-gripped half-screams.

 

Soon, her body calms, and she's taking long, slow breaths. Her hands slipping into my hair once again, she beckons me to come up to her. I rise to my feet, looking down at her gorgeous body, her face an expression of post-orgasmic bliss and a yearning for more still. Standing between her spread legs, her body laying before my hard and ready cock, I take hold of her hips and pull her close.

 

I lean down, my face now close to hers. Looking into her eyes, I'm filled with emotions that go beyond simple arousal. My heart is warm and full, and at this moment, I feel something for Alina that I've never felt this strongly. I kiss her hard, our tongues intertwining for a brief moment. And as our lips separate, the words slip from my mouth.

 

"I love you," I say.

 

The words seem to be the exact ones she wants to hear. Her eyes grow wet with tears and she brings me in for another kiss.

 

"I love you, too," she says, her voice pregnant with emotion.

 

Not wanting to waste another moment, I take my cock by the base, position it just on her opening, and slide into her. She gasps as I enter her, and I get the impression that she still isn't quite used to my size. As always, she quickly accommodates me, wrapping her legs around my hips as I move in and out of her.

 

I rock my hips slowly, her hands on my ass as I penetrate her over and her. Looking down at Alina, it's hard to comprehend just how beautiful she is. Her skin is milky white and glistening with perspiration, her features are like that of some angel come to Earth, and her golden hair is around her head as though she's standing in front of the sun. Slipping my hands behind her back, I pull her body up closer to me as I begin to drive into her harder and harder.

 

After a time, I'm fucking her at a steady rhythm that's building faster and faster. She's moaning more and more, and I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching the point of no return.

 

"Don't stop," she cries out, her nails digging into my haunches as she holds on to me. "Don't stop fucking me."

 

I have no intention to.

 

Soon, I'm drilling into her, penetrating her fully over and over again, my cock feeling as though it's about to explode in the most intense orgasm of my life. Alina is resting her body on her elbows, and my eyes are glued to her full breasts as they shake with each collision of my hips into hers.

 

"Come inside of me, baby," she says, her voice heavy with arousal.

 

The words are like honey to my ears. The orgasm that's been building inside of me ever since her lips touched my cock is now on the verge of explosion. And I can see that Alina is just about to cum once again. Bucking into her hard, I fuck her deep and full, her moans and shrieks filling the room. Soon, her body tenses once again, orgasm rushing through her body. And seeing her cum again is more than I can stand. My own orgasm comes, and I unload myself deep into her, my cock pulsing with each wave of pleasure radiating out.

 

Soon, I've drained myself completely, and after one last, slow thrust into her, I collapse at her side, my hand coming to a rest on the flat expanse of her rising and falling stomach. My limbs are weak, and I don't think I can stand even if I want to.

 

We lay like this for a time, looking into one another's eyes as we regain our breath and savor the sweet, post-coital glow.

 

"We'll get through this," I say, my stare hard.

 

"I know we will," she says.

 

And laying there with her, I know she's right.