Page 8 of Beastly Armory

Three

LIVIA

My belly tightens with an even bigger laugh once Max realizes who I am.

“You look different,” he says, narrowing his eyes to take me in as if seeing me for the first time. After a leisurely scan of my frame, his gaze lands on my chest, and my skin hums under his lurid inspection.

“You don’t. Same overly confident little boy.” I’m gambling with my poker face. He’s wearing the same expression as our youth, still staring at me with wonder and fear. But his body has changed... Who knew my little lion would grow up to have such huge muscles with an equally massive cock?

His brow is heavy, eyes darkening beneath its protection. Safety or danger lay in their chocolate brown color, depending wholly on how cavernous the furrow sets. Subtle waves of thick black hair crown his head, which is thicker on top than the sides. Despite the rugged appearanceof the stubble coating his sharp jaw, it’s very well-manicured along on the edges. Just like him.

“You knew it was me.”

A quick breath puffs from my nostrils. “Max, the entire town’s aware of your return,” I say, pointing to the cameras along the halls. “You don’t think Strauss saw you coming here tonight? Who do you think that couple we just fucked works for? People can’t just waltz into this sex club without a membership, without a medical test. You were led here.”

“Then what the hell areyoudoing here?”

Sealing my lips into a purse, I change the subject. “Max, you’ve been gone too long and gotten soft.”

Crossing the little distance between us with two long strides, his rock-hard body almost collides into me, sweat droplets from his recent escapades steaming up my cleavage. When he leans over toward me, his lips graze the skin of my ear as his deep voice vibrates my pulse. “Nothing about me is soft.”

When he straightens up, the intensity of his stare makes it hard to breathe. I steady my chest rise so he won’t notice. Taking one hand, I slide it up his firm pectoral muscles, lingering over a set of intricate tattoos winding up to the sides of his throat as he presses his waist into mine. He’s right; he’s not soft. Already ready to go again. “You have no idea how things work around here anymore.”

“Then you’re gonna teach me.” As the breath of his words moistens my flesh, my neck erupts with goosebumps.Maybe scared little Max has changed. Thinks he’s going to catch me with his rod. I won’t let that happen.

“No, I’m not.” Turning around, I head out the door, my leather pants rustling with every step.

Avoiding the corner camera in the lounge, I slide a silver key out of my pocket and palm it. Before I take my hand out of my pants, I rub my index finger three times over the other little metal object still in its secure hiding place. “One, two, three,” I whisper to myself for luck.

It has taken meweeksof flirting with Janna and Duke to get this far. All it took was a fourth member to join us for me to steal the key from Duke’s trousers. I suppose Max was good for something. The couple were likely too busy trying to distract Max so he wouldn’t go exploring… Like I’m about to do.

“Night, Dove,” Gerald says from behind the bar as I pass.

“Goodnight,” I say, not smiling. If I do, it’ll be a dead giveaway something is amiss. I never smile. It’s for the weak unless you’re about to kill your prey.

Pulling out my phone from my back pocket, I tap “send” on the ready text. When I approach the hall, the lights in the bar shut off. The darkness muffles not only my eyes, but my ears temporarily, until murmurs float through the heavy wooden doors from patrons yelling in confusion.

Go time.

Feeling my way to the entrance of the back hallbeneath the stairs, I slip inside. I’ve memorized the way, not wanting to use any light to draw attention to myself. Letting my fingers graze along the cold stone walls, I count the steps as I walk, careful of my footfalls. Once I reach the third door on the right, I feel for the smooth metal knob. I stick the key in with some fumbling, but the door opens with a jolt.

Before I can enter on my own, firm hands grip my biceps, pulling me inside. The door slams. I’m pushed against a hard metal shelf by arms with formidable strength. Hot breath caresses my face as the resonating tenor of a man’s voice reverberates over my ear. “Livia…”

A slick, wet tongue outlines my mouth before pain surges through my body as he takes my bottom lip between his and bites down, spurting metallic liquid on my taste buds. Tiny whimpers escape past my clenched teeth, but I try to contain anything further than that, not daring to give him the pleasure of hearing my agony. Fucker would only get off on it.

Light floods the room, and I squint away the brightness. When my eyes adjust, I’m met with Vladimir Strauss’s sunken cheeks and sculpted jaw. A red droplet lingers on his pale bottom lip. The upper one curls into a sneer as soundless chuckles escape with his quick breaths.

His tongue goes on a tour and licks up the splash of my life on his mouth. “You taste feisty.”

“Hello. Fancy seeing you here,” I say with confidence I don’t feel.

Strauss shoves his body fully into mine, his raging hard cock thrusting into my belly. With a shift, I put a little room between our waists, but his leather pants prominently display his large package. “You’ve gone where you’re not supposed to… Maybe I should do the same.” Reaching between us, he unbuttons the top of my pants. I know about Vlad; know what he likes to do to his conquests. And I’m not interested.

Racks of the weapons I need line the room, but everything is locked behind metal mesh cabinet doors. This is the farthest I’ve gotten on my information gathering quest. AKs, ARs, shotguns, handguns, fully automatics… I even spot a flame thrower ripe for stealing. Taking inventory for later, I focus on trying to get him to stop unzipping my pants. Raising my hands, I thrust my thumbs in his eye sockets, but he grabs both, forcing them to my sides, then twists me around to face the wall.

My chest huffs out an involuntary “oomph” as it’s pressed into the unforgiving stones. There’s just enough time to turn my head, so my nose isn’t scrunched. Biding my time, I wait for the opportunity to strike.

“Now, now, little girl. If you wanted it in your ass so bad, you could have just begged me.” Reaching around, he continues his assault on my leathers, tugging them down to expose my bare cheeks. I push back into him, shoving my butt in his crotch. He laughs. “I know you like it rough. I’ve studied your security footage. I just didn’t know you wanted to be torn.” Peeking up at the corner, the blinking red light of the camera mocks me. I should have known my plan had been too brash.

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