CHRISTIAN VICIOUS VOLKOV.
The look on her face as I let her thighs off my shoulders steadying her trembling feet on the carpet tells me she’s never done this before.
She’s never squirted.
Which leads to the next question hounding my brain.
Did he not make you squirt? If you didn’t have sex with him then what happened between you and Demetri, Sunshine.
Her juices soak my suit, soak every bit of clothing on me but my eyes are on her.
Looking, searching for the truth, pounding her walls in so she can explain everything better and I
would stop this madness.
Her eyes meet mine, glossy, greedy, lustful.
I hold eye contact, my height intimidates her, the whole situation should scream I’m not stopping till she spills her guts out and tells me the bloody truth’ but this woman bites her bottom lip putting up a front that looks pathetic and ugly in my eyes.
She’s willing to do this for Demetri.
CHRISTIAN ‘VICIOUS’ VOLKOV.
“Pull up the security cameras, every square mile of the hotel, the front, the back, the street they took. I want everything, Kai.”
“Volkov, I’m doing everything I can since I got informed of everything that went down.”
Her blood is still on my hands.
Past memories of Catelina in my hands, losing
that much blood on me haunts and plagues me.
Can’t sit and do nothing.
Can’t stand and watch her die.
I brought her here and no one has said a word.
No nurse. No surgeon.
No update on how long the surgery will take.
Nothing.
“Well work harder, damn it! Get me results! Give me a name!”
“You are not in the right state of mind right now, Volkov. You have a bullet still lodged in your
shoulder.”
“It went straight through.”
And the other one hit her.
On the back of her neck, on her shoulder, on her spine, on the back of her head?
No. She was still gripping my hand when we got here.
She was still breathing.
She is still breathing.
“Doesn’t mean you are doing fine.”
“I got shot at like some pig in hunting season. My nurse is fighting for her life in there, doing fine is the least of my concerns. Give me a fucking name or escort your pompous ass out of here.”
She’s not Catelina.
She’s not following my sister to the land of no
return.
I should have stayed.
Fuck, I should have stayed on that bed.
Pacing around a minute longer and my men
appear out of nowhere, the worry etched on their
faces confirming what hasn’t hit me quite yet.
She got shot.
She put her body right in front of mine.
The little minx gambled her life for me.
I’ve been shot a couple times, I have tasted death and escaped it but she hasn’t.