Luka
Returning to my house means being faced with the temptation of Anna. I haven’t had a woman like her around in so long that even just being around her makes my thoughts turn to static as my attention is fixed directly on her delicious curves and auburn hair. Watching the way she walks or glances out the window makes my mind go blank as my skin begins to crave her.
She’s dangerous and distracting.
Staying away from her and the house has been a good decision so far, for the safety of the mission as well as the two girls. I don’t know how to explain how dangerous things really are to Anna without scaring her off, and realistically, she has nowhere to go if she chooses to leave.
I can’t return and give her a reason to leave. Not yet. I can afford a week of sprinting between hotels to keep Dmitri off my tracks.
I’ve been gone for a full week and a half when I get a report from Pavel that Rachel and Anna are doing well, except that Anna has grown considerably more withdrawn in the past few days. He’s told me that she seems conflicted or potentially guilty, which piques my interest. What could she possibly have to feel guilty about?
“I mean, she doesn’t do a lot, but she’s on her computer most of the time. I don’t ask what she’s doing, but whenever she sees me, she starts to close the laptop a bit as if she doesn’t want me to know what she’s up to,” Pavel explains as he lights a cigarette on the balcony of my hotel room.
“Is there any way I could get access to her computer history?” I ask him, lighting a cigar beside him.
“What would you need it for? She’s probably just watching porn. You’re not there to fuck her, after all,” he says, unconcerned. “Women get horny too.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I reply, shaking my head. “I just have a weird feeling about it, though. I mean, I’m already trusting her a lot more than I probably should. What if she’s planning something?”
Pavel laughs. “You’re a criminal mastermind, and you’re afraid of a twenty- something waitress planning a heist? You’re better than that.”
I roll my eyes. “Can you just get her internet history for me so I can make sure nothing weird is going on? We don’t want to risk it when Dmitri is on the loose.”
“Fine, all I’m saying is that you’re spending more energy worrying about some girl than you are about the drug operation. If you want an excuse to go see her, just go see her, get your rocks off, and leave again so you can focus,” he replies, putting out his cigarette and tossing the filter off the balcony.
“Just get me the history off that computer,” I reply through gritted teeth. “I’ve already put Leo in charge of the drugs.”
“And he’s doing a fine job. I just want to make sure you’re focused. I’m speaking as a friend,” he says, softening his tone.
I sigh. “I know, Pavel. I’m focused on the mission. Anna is just… well, I guess she’s important to me. Don’t ask why.”
He grins. “I know why.”
I punch him lightly in the shoulder. “Just find out what she’s doing on that computer, alright?”
“Not a problem, boss.”
A day later, Pavel has a flash drive with the history from Anna’s computer on it, and when I look through it, I’m shocked and angered.
She’s been spending the last week looking up accommodations in Florida, such as hotels, soup kitchens, and halfway houses.
What the fuck?
I thought I was doing her a huge favor by pulling her out of poverty, but I guess she’s one of those types who needs to do everything herself at the expense of her quality of life.
What’s she thinking even trying to travel on her own when Dmitri could he tailing her? If she returns to her old place to pack up the rest of her shit and he catches her, she’s fucked. She saw firsthand that he isn’t messing around, so why is she?
Maybe she doesn’t realize how much danger she’s in if she leaves. Perhaps I need to head back down to the house and show her.
Tuesday has Rachel at school and Anna predictably at home, scrolling away on her laptop in my bedroom without anticipating my arrival.
Oh, do I have a surprise for her.
“Been pretty busy with the Facebook shit, huh?” I ask, barely able to contain my displeasure at her attempt to leave without reason. She has the life she’s always wanted, and she’s choosing to throw it away to live in a motel on the turnpike.
Anna slams her laptop lid shut, and her face turns white. “Luka! I had no idea you were here. I haven’t seen you in weeks,” she says, sitting up straight on the bed. Her eyes are about as wide as dinner plates.
“It’s my house. I can come and go as I please. Technically, you can as well, but I don’t know why the fuck you’d choose to leave when you have everything you could possibly need here for free,” I respond sharply.
She becomes visibly uncomfortable as I approach her. “What do you mean?” She asks weakly, putting the laptop to the side as if to brush it out of existence.
“I know what you’ve been doing all day while I’ve been gone. Are you that fucking stupid? Why would you travel cross-country when you’ve got a potentially dangerous criminal looking all over for you? What would you do if he found you?” I growl.
Anna withdraws, bringing her knees to her chest and holding herself together as she grasps for an excuse inside her own head. “I was just trying to keep my options open,” she whispers meekly.
“You have no options, sweetie. The second you step foot out of my protection, Dmitri will find you and kill you both in the worst way. You and Rachel have more protection here than any Florida police department could ever offer you. Do you want to end up stripping for money while your sister does her homework in a Motel 6? Is that the life you want for yourself?!” I shout, unable to contain my anger.
“You aren’t my warden. I can leave if I want to,” she replies coldly, suddenly becoming more emboldened.
I narrow my eyes, realizing that anger is only going to make her push back harder. I lean back, crossing my arms and lowering my voice. “I think I know better than you about keeping people out of trouble. I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer,” I say.
“I think you’re underestimating how much trouble I’ve been in during my life,” she says, climbing off the bed and standing in front of me as if to make herself bigger.
“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m just trying to keep you from the kinds of danger that I’ve been getting people into since before I was Rachel’s age. Being a foster kid isn’t anything like being chased by a murderer,” I reply.
“You’re the murderer. I saw you kill someone in front of me,” she snaps back, her tone growing impatient and rigid.
“Oh yeah? You know exactly what would have happened had I not killed him,” I respond, feeling the tension building between us as she steps closer to me. I can smell her now, and the scent of her skin is intoxicating to me even in my anger.
“You really want to go there?” she hisses, and as she stares into my eyes, the energy between us becomes charged.
“Yes, I do,” I say, and I grab her face in both of my hands, pulling her forward to kiss her.
She doesn’t resist as my lips press into hers. Instead, she moans softly, parting her lips and allowing me to explore the inside of her pretty mouth with my tongue.
Once I’ve gotten my taste, I move down to her neck, biting just above her left jugular vein to remind her that I have the power to crush her with my bare hands and that I choose instead to bring her pleasure.
I wrap my arms around her, aggressively moving them over her soft curves. I rake the tips of my fingers down her back, and she moans softly again.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I growl low in her ear before I bite down on her neck again, leaving a notable mark where my teeth once were.
She pulls away from me for a moment, staring into my eyes with this desperate neediness about her like she’s moments from collapsing without my touch. “Make me,” she says.
That’s all I needed to hear.
I grab the back of her neck, turning her around and bending her over the bed. I press her face into the mattress as I pull her pants down to her knees.
“Nobody has put you in your place, yet, huh,” I say as I feel along her slit, lightly smacking her pussy lips before I spread them.
She moans again, opening her legs slightly as I continue exploring her.
“Keep your fucking mouth shut,” I whisper harshly as I smack her pussy again, this time with more of a sting along her lips.
She yelps out loud, causing her to cover her own mouth in embarrassment. I slap her ass hard. “What the fuck did I just tell you?”
Barely able to stammer out an apology before I spank her again, her knees weaken as my hand connects with her bare ass, leaving a red mark. “Fuck,” she whimpers, and I can’t help but smile as she begins to succumb to her lust.
I slap her ass and pussy one last time, making sure to hit her right where she can feel it the most. She becomes rigid under my hand as I move it down to her pussy again, feeling how slick her lips are after nothing but punishment from me.
My fingers enter her, and I curve them slightly down to press right into her front wall, causing her legs to shake as I begin to finger her slowly. She lifts her pussy up higher into the air, silently begging for more and causing me to go deeper and deeper until she’s nearly screaming into the mattress.
I spank her again, and I need to brace her up against the bed before she crumbles to the floor, blinded by ecstasy. My other hand slides up her back and into her hair, gripping it hard at the roots and pulling her head up as I bend down to meet her.
“Is this what you want? Is this what I have to do to keep you around?” I say in a low voice, kissing and biting her neck and ears as I continue fingering her.
Just as I’m certain she’s about to lose it, I stop.
“Wait, no, please,” she begs, gasping as she rolls over onto her back, her face flushed and eyelids heavy.
“Please, what?” I mock.
“Please don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I cover her mouth as I take off my belt and pull my cock out of my pants. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to,” I growl.
I slip my cock between her pussy lips, instantly intoxicated by the smooth warmth of her labia. I want to fuck her until I can’t anymore. I want to take her body and claim her as mine, using every bit of her until she’s a sore, sloppy mess underneath me.
I thrust my cock into her slowly, inch by inch, watching her as she accepts my girth. She grasps at the blanket for leverage, trying desperately to stay quiet lest she be punished for eternity for daring to experience pleasure. Watching her struggle to contain herself as I slide deeper and deeper into her is almost enough to get me off by itself.
Her pussy tightens around me as I slip in further, and I grab onto her hips for stability as she moves with me. Her body feels incredible, her skin soft to the touch as I dig my fingers deep into her muscle. She winces a bit at the
pressure, but her eyes roll into the back of her head as I push myself as deep inside of her as I can.
She grabs onto my neck, pulling me closer and biting my shoulders as I fuck her harder. I slow down as I feel my orgasm coming closer to the surface, and as she claws down my back with her nails, I cum deep inside of her just like I had the first time we fucked.
My vision blurs for a moment, and all I can focus on is her face as she stares up at me, feeling my cock fill every bit of her pussy with my cum as she throbs around me.
Pleasure rolls through me like the black clouds of a storm, and I forget for a moment who I am and what I stand to lose by falling in love. Anna is perfect, and it’s tempting to stay in bed with her even after the pleasure fades.
“I think I’m going to be home more often from now on,” I mutter as I slip out of her, rolling to the side.
She lies on the bed, half-dressed and staring at the ceiling, breathless and panting. “You should,” she replies. “I need you here.”
God, and I need to be here.
I need to be here much more.