Her eyes pleaded with me to stop tormenting her, but I was beyond caring. I was more beast than man. A beast fighting to keep his mate.
Turning, I swiped my hand across the nearest table, sending the glassware, plates, and silverware crashing to the floor. With my grip on her hair, I bent her over the cloth-covered table. I flipped her skirt up, surrounding her prone body with a cloud of blood-red crinoline.
Mary cried out, “Please, Vaska, don’t do this.”
Gripping the waistband of her black and red polka-dotted panties, I ripped the cheap silk off her body. “I’m sorry, baby. You’ve left me no choice.”
Despite her clenching her thighs to try to keep me out, I forced my hand between her legs. Giving her no quarter, I speared two fingers deep into her wet cunt. Viciously thrusting them in and out, I leaned over her and whispered harshly into her ear, “Do you feel that, love? Do you feel how wet your sweet cunt is? Your lips may continue to lie but your body will always show me the truth.”
I released my grip on her hair and lowered my arm, allowing the leather belt to slither and uncoil from around my fist. Mary glanced over her shoulder. When she saw the belt, she began to cry.
“You asked for this,” I said softly before raising my arm.
I whipped the leather strap against both ass cheeks. Mary’s entire body jerked as if shocked by a bolt of electricity. I struck her with the belt again and again, watching as pale pink slashes marred her creamy flesh. All the while she cried and begged.
Tossing the belt aside, I stepped behind her. Rubbing my left hand over her punishment-warmed skin, I lowered my pants zipper with my right. I pulled out my stiff cock and stroked the shaft several times before slipping the head between her legs.
“Put me inside of you.” I held my breath and waited, willing her to do as I commanded.
After a moment’s hesitation, her small hand reached between her legs and wrapped around my cock. She slid her feet wider and opened her legs as she guided the head to her tight entrance. It was all the permission I needed. I thrust in deep, straight to the base. Mary’s arms rose to flatten her palms on the table surface as her body absorbed the brutal pounding. Caressing her hip, I slipped my fingers between her legs and teased her clit, wanting to feel the sweet ripples of her climax up and down my shaft as I continued to fuck her.
It only took a few swirls from the tip of my finger before Mary was slapping the table with her palm, crying out, “Oh, God! Yes, harder. Harder! Oh, God, I’m coming!”
Her climax brought on my own. With abandon, I released a hot stream of come deep inside of her, wanting to brand her both inside and out with my mark.
With Mary still in a daze, I adjusted my pants then lifted her into my arms and carried her back to our booth. Shoving the table aside with my hip, I sat down and settled her on my lap. Reaching for the wine bottle, I poured a fresh glass and gulped down half the contents before raising it to her lips. “Drink.”
She obeyed. The red wine stained her lips. I couldn’t resist leaning in and licking the elixir straight from her mouth. Her head fell onto my shoulder, her body lax and spent. I had literally fucked all thoughts of leaving me from her mind.
Then, in the very next moment, everything changed.
My future happiness with Mary was violently wrenched from my grasp.
Chapter 17
Vaska
A shout came from just outside the dining room area. “Boss, yest’ problema. Mikhail Volkov pytayetsya svyazat’sya s vami.”
Mikhail was on loan to us from the Ivanov brothers. He was supposed to be with Dimitri handling the issue in Morocco. We thought his sniper skills might come in handy if things became dicey. If he was trying to contact me, then there was a serious problem. One that was preventing Dimitri from reaching out to me directly. Fortunately, my men knew where to find me at all times.
Checking to make sure Mary was covered, I called out for them to enter. Two of my men crossed the dining room, not even sparing a glance at the destruction Mary and I had wrought. They knew better. One of them handed me the bulky satellite phone we used for secure, international calls.
“Vaska?” asked Mikhail.
“Da,” I answered.
“U nas yest’ problemy. Oni pokhitili zhenshchinu Dimitri.”
“Fuck, Emma?” I blurted out without thinking.
Mary’s startled gaze swung to mine. She might not understand our Russian conversation, but she clearly heard the name of her friend. I wrapped my hand around the side of her neck and gave her a slight squeeze as my eyes bored into hers. She didn’t have to say a word; I could see the terror in her eyes.
“Chto my znayem?” I asked Mikhail.
“My dumayem, chto master porta zameshan. Eta poteryannaya partiya AR-15 byla na nem, a ne na Amir,” responded Mikhail.
So the fucking port master double-crossed us. He was the one who’d stolen the shipment of AR-15s that forced Dimitri to fly to Morocco to investigate. Goddamn it. We never even suspected him, and now my best friend and business partner had walked straight into a trap. No, worse, his girl was now in danger. His girl and my girl’s best friend. I stared at Mary’s anxious face. Fuck.
I tightened my grip on the phone as I snarled, “Ubey ikh. Ubit’ ikh vsekh. Sozhgi yego dotla, no naydi devushku.”
After instructing Mikhail to kill them all and burn it to the ground, but not before he found the girl, he told me to consider it done. “Schitayte eto sdelannym.”
I hung up the phone and handed it back to my man. “Get the car.”
He nodded. “Yes, boss.”
Mary clutched at the fabric of my shirt. “What’s wrong? What’s happened to Emma?”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. “I need to get you out of here.”
Her lower lip trembled as her eyes filled with tears. “Tell me.”
I stood and put Mary on her feet, then cupped her cheek. “I will, krasotka, just not here.”
Her knees buckled. Sweeping her back up into my arms, I carried her out of the restaurant and climbed into the back seat of my car. I held her close as one of my men drove us back home in my car while the other followed us in theirs.
The moment I entered the penthouse, I placed a still-dazed Mary on the sofa. Running to the bedroom, I snatched the thick down blanket off the bed and returned to the living room to wrap it about her. I tightened my hold on her while I explained what I knew about the situation in Morocco. While this was happening several of my men were setting up a command post on the kitchen island. There were several laptops, satellite phones, and tracing equipment.
I cupped both sides of her face with my hands. Swiping at the tears on her cheeks, I said, “Baby, I need to get to work but I’ll be right over there in the kitchen, okay?”
She only nodded, her tearstained gaze unfocused.
“Would you rather go into the bedroom?”
She reached past the blanket and clutched at my upper arm. “No! Please, let me stay.”
I nodded. “Okay. Do you need anything?”
She shook her head.
I rose and motioned to one of my men. “Do me a favor.”
“Anything, boss.”
“Call your wife, Anna. Get her here. I think Mary should have another woman nearby… just in case.”