“I want to know all of it.You. Not just the parts you think I want.”
And damn him for that.
Because that’s the most dangerous thing he’s ever said to me.
But it’s bloody scary, so I get us back to something I’m comfortable with.
“Then we’ll get to know each other.” I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth closer. “Now, be a good husband and finally fuck me.”
Konstantin holds me in place with one hand as he drops the other to unbutton his trousers. His dick falls hard and heavy into his palm, and I watch through hooded lids as he strokes his hand along his length.
He doesn’t give me a chance to breathe as he notches it at my entrance. I let out a sharp cry that echoes through the night as he impales me on his thick cock.
“Fucking perfect,” he grunts, pulling out and slamming back in.
He sets a punishing pace, his fingers digging into my hips so hard that there’s definitely going to be bruises tomorrow. Our hips smack together as he fucks me with an unnatural speed.
Tension builds in my body as my release grows closer.
But then a buzzing comes from his pocket, and his hips stutter.
“If you stop fucking me right now, I swear to the Goddess, I will string you up by the bloody balls, you wanker.”
He shoves his face into my neck and buries his teeth into my skin, causing me to clench around him. He guides a hand between our bodies and strums my clit in time with his thrusts.
Konstantin pulls his head back and stares at me with feral eyes. “Come all over my dick,Lisichka.Smother me with your scent. Burn me with your heat. Mark me as yours. Fucking own me,wife.”
I scream as I shatter all over him. His wicked roar as he shoots me full of his cum has my cunt spasming around him again.
And through it all, his mobile continues to buzz.
Persistent and relentless.
He groans, his dick still twitching inside of me. “If that’s not someone dying, I’m going to kill them anyway.”
I laugh breathlessly, still riding the high of his fingers, his cock, and everything he just made me feel against the side of a literal crypt. “You’re very dramatic, you know that, monster man?”
He sighs and pulls the phone from his pocket. His body is still flush against mine when he answers with a clipped, “What?”
The second I feel him tense, I know something’s changed.
Tension spikes in the air around us, and his entire frame goes still. Not the I-want-you-so-bad-I-can’t-breathe kind of way. This is something colder, something sharper.
His jaw is granite from his teeth clenching together, and then there’s a slow tick in the muscle of his cheek as a quiet storm rolls in behind his deep blue eyes.
“Where?” His voice drops, no-nonsense now as he pulls out of me and tucks himself away.
I push off the wall, adjusting my dress, grimacing as his cum drips down my leg. I try to steady my pulse as I watch him transform right in front of me. The man who just made me fall apart in his arms vanishes, and the Bogeyman takes his place.
He listens for another beat and then hangs up.
“Talk to me,” I say.
Konstantin doesn’t speak right away. He’s already moving, checking his suit, adjusting the blade tucked at his side, and slipping back into his role as if he never left it.
“There are two unmarked trucks near the eastern border,” he says finally. “Misha confirmed they’re the Giselda’s people.”
Her name is still a needle in my throat, and just hearing it sends a chill down my spine.
