Ghost (Boston Underworld #3) - A. Zavarelli Page 0,67
defective. She does not see that when she looks up at me. She does not care. She only sees my body around hers, sheltering her. The blood I spill for her. She does not see anything else.
“I want your pussy wrapped around my cock,” I demand. “Right now.”
Her arms come around my shoulders and hold me tight as I unzip my pants and she wraps her legs around me. She is soaked for me.
Soaked in lust and want for me. Soaked in the thrill of Dmitri’s blood which will soon coat my basement floor.
She is a siren. A filthy angel. But only for me.
She will only ever have me.
I tell her so as I thrust up inside of her, possessed by my madness for her. The door behind us is not all the way shut. And I know she can hear Dmitri’s cries.
She is getting off on it. His pain and her pleasure.
I finger her and fuck her at the same time. Playing with her tits. Rubbing her body all over me.
“Come for me,” I tell her. “Come, so that he can hear you being fucked by me. So that he will know who you belong to when he dies.”
She moans into my right ear. The sound is distorted. But there. It vibrates down my spine and all the way into my cock. She thrashes in my arms, crying out as the orgasm rips through her body.
So beautiful. So violent.
So perfect for me. This damaged angel.
“Lyoshka,” she whines into my ear.
“I know what you need,” I tell her.
I thrust harder, faster. “And I will give it to you.”
I come inside of her again. Balls deep, stuffing her full of my come.
It has not sated me at all. And already, I want to take her again. I want Dmitri to hear her cries all night long as she bounces on my cock and I fill her with everything I have to give.
These are the thoughts going through my mind when I pulse inside of her, emptying every last drop.
“What about Arman?” she asks. “When will he die?”
I blink at her, and struggle to come up with a lie. She will not understand.
“Is my little sun so bloodthirsty already?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation. “I want him dead too.”
She looks so hopeful, and it is in this moment that I realize, I will have to kill Arman. Despite Viktor’s wishes. I will have to find a way. To please my wife. To keep my word to her. To avenge what was done to her.
“He will take longer,” I answer her with a kiss. “But he will die too, Solnyshko.”
She smiles, looking at me like I am her hero. The way nobody has ever looked at me before. And then she speaks. And everything changes.
“I’m pregnant, Lyoshka.”
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He pulls back to look at me, his grip taut on my chin.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant,” I repeat.
Relief flashes through his eyes, and I swear that I can see the weight of his worries floating away into the distance.
“That is good,” he tells me in a dazed tone. “Such a good girl.”
He kisses me and then strokes my face.
“This will change everything.”
And that’s when I see it. Behind his relief, I see his true motive. And for a split second, there is a stab of betrayal at the realization.
“You did this so I wouldn’t hurt myself.”
He looks up at me and lies right to my face. “I want a family, Solnyshko. It is time.”
“But you also believed that this would fix things,” I press. “That it would fix me somehow.”
“You are going to be an excellent mother,” he tells me. “I have no doubts.”
“How can you not have doubts?” I argue. “This doesn’t fix my broken mind, Alexei. It only means you have bought a lifetime of certainty. Because you know now that I wouldn’t do anything. But what if you’re wrong? What if I…”
I can’t get the words out. What if I’m insane? What if I hurt the people I love too?
“You are not your mother,” he answers. “You are nothing like her. You are so much stronger.”
“You didn’t know her.”
“I don’t need to. I know you.”
“Hardly,” I reply, wiggling my way out of his arms.
I’m angry at him. And I don’t know why. I can’t sort out my emotions anymore. It’s been so long since I felt real emotions. Besides numbness and pain. This is something else.
All I can think of is that he did this with one intention in mind. It wasn’t because he wanted