I put my hands on Viktor’s shoulders while I rocked my hips back and forth, moving my body so that his cock slid in and out of me.
“Yes, Malen kiy,” Viktor groaned, his brows knitting together, his lips parting. “You are so perfect.” He had his hands on my hips, guiding me, pulling me closer.
He dipped his head a little and sucked a nipple into his mouth while I rode him. I cried out, the sensation yet again heading toward orgasm. I rocked harder and faster, determined to make him come again. I didn’t know if I could; it didn’t seem possible that he could release inside me a second time.
But he was still hard and more than willing to go another round.
Viktor’s grunts and groans intensified, his voice rumbling against my breast. My nipple slipped out of his mouth when he groaned, and I knew he was getting close. He wrapped his arms around my body and clenched his jaw. I felt him tense, his stomach muscles contracting, and a moment later he released inside me with a moan.
This man was incredible.
I watched his face as he orgasmed, and I leaned forward, kissing him. I’d never felt anything like I felt for this stranger.
Slowly, and not so slowly, he wasn’t a stranger anymore.
When he opened his eyes, he smiled at me, and I suddenly felt shy. I clambered off him and lay down. Viktor shuffled down on the mattress, lying next to me. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and traced my profile with his fingertips
“I’m exhausted,” I said, yawning.
Viktor chuckled. “Sleep, Angel.”
“But we just got up.”
“Hush,” he said softly and leaned forward, kissing me on the forehead, and then on my eyes. “Just rest.”
I didn’t open my eyes again. My breathing slowed, and the feeling of pure bliss that stretched over my body, accompanied by Viktor’s body heat next to me, was enough to lull me into a dreamless sleep.
Viktor
If I thought I was headed up shit’s creek before, I sure as hell was in trouble now. Every time I was inside Angela, I felt more for her. More connected, more passionate, more affectionate.
And that was dangerous.
When you got attached to someone the way I was getting to Angela, you put yourself in a bad position. She was my weakness, and that weakness could be exploited.
I lay next to her, planning on sleeping, too. I was just as tired after our long fucking – no, love making – session. But sleep wouldn’t come. I thought about Maksim and the movement of his men. I’d told myself I would check in now and then, and I had already looked today. But something didn’t sit right. I felt uncomfortable, as if there was a pebble in my shoe.
After tossing and turning for much longer than I should have, worried I might wake Angela, I rolled off the bed and dressed. I kept glancing at her, hoping the creak of the wooden floor and the rustle of my clothing wouldn’t wake her. But she was out cold. I smiled at the reason why.
Quietly, I left the room and the cabin and hiked up the mountain, pushing between the pile of rocks that led to the entrance of my concealed cave. Once inside, I powered up my satellite equipment yet again. I studied the screen and made an unsettling discovery: the blip wasn’t in Canada anymore. It was in the US.
He must be on a plane, judging by the speed it was moving. And it was headed right for me.
Fuck.
There was an airport just a couple of miles from here for private jets and smaller planes. I had no idea if this was the final destination, but I had to assume it was. If I didn’t, and they came for me, I wouldn’t be ready. Better safe than sorry, as the old adage went.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Angela was here. If they came after me now, she might get caught in the fray. And that was the last thing I wanted. I needed her safe. Some fucking primal side of me didn’t want her to leave my sight so I could know she was safe. So she could be mine.
But if they were after me, if Maksim was coming to get me, then Angela was in trouble. She was in danger because she was with me.
How the hell had they found me? I’d been so fucking careful, covering my tracks, keeping an eye on them, staying away from society. I didn’t do social media, wasn’t registered anywhere, I lived off grid, specifically so this wouldn’t happen.
Yet one of Maksim’s men – or Maksim himself – was headed in my direction.
My mind started spinning. I had to protect myself. I had to protect Angela. My cabin was a great hideout with a good vantage point, settled toward the rocky mountainside so it could only be approached from the one side. The valley to the other side of the cabin was also difficult to traverse, if not impossible. It was a good location as a hideout, but not as a battle station.
The upside was that I would see them coming if I was vigilant. I had to get the jump on them. If I was lucky, I could find one of them and torture the info out of him. How had Maksim found me?
If it played out differently, if they all came at me at once, I would just have to go Yippee Ki Yay on those motherfuckers.
I closed the satellite equipment, suddenly anxious to get back to Angela, to make sure she was okay. The blip was still headed this way, it wasn’t here yet. But who knew what Maksim could do on American soil? He would recruit people here. He would have a team. And none of them would be chipped. There were times Maksim veered from his MO in order to get a job done.
The crack in the rocks was almost claustrophobic when I pushed through it again. Adrenaline pumped through my veins. I needed to get back to the cabin. Anxiety tried to take hold of me, but I shoved it away.
When I stepped into the cabin, everything was quiet. I strained my ears, listening, but the sound of the forest was the only thing around us. I tiptoed to the room. She was still asleep. Safe and sound.
I had to make sure she stayed that way.
I left the cabin again and walked around the back, following a trail of rocks. It wasn’t a path, barely more than a scattering of stones. But it was a path that led me to a shed that looked abandoned, half built into an outcropping of small boulders. The shed looked like shit, but the lock was brand new. It had a biometric code rather than a key, and I put my thumb on the pad to open it. When the lock clicked open, I opened the door, stepped into the shed, and shut the door behind me again.
There was no light to switch on like in the movies, where everything was lit up shelf after shelf so my past and my present would be laid out. My guns were tucked away in boxes, not hanging on perfect hooks on the wall. Only an idiot put his weapons on display like that. Mine were hidden in case someone did decide to investigate.
But they were all clean, polished, and serviced.
I had several different guns. A 1911, a Glock, a Smith and Wesson that made me happy just feeling the weight of it in my palm. Two assault rifles, a sniper rifle, and a good old shotgun.
I had a collection of knives as well.
The cabinet to the side housed other things. Darker things. Blades and drills and all manner of torturing devices.
I wasn’t proud of who I’d been. If I could choose, I wouldn’t look at any of this shit ever again. But desperate times called for desperate measures. I wasn’t going to turn my back on my skills now, especially since someone was on the way.
Angela had very quickly become everything. I needed to look after her. And I needed to look after me so I could keep her safe. If that fucker decided to disrupt the life I’d created for myself after turning my back on the monster I once was, I’d show him that I could still become an animal when it came to protecting what I loved.