I kept going, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she collapsed against the sheets, boneless, ruined.
But I wasn’t finished.
I licked my lips, savoring her taste, and looked up at her with a wicked grin. “You taste like sin, angel.”
And I wasn’t nearly done worshiping her.
Her hips rocked against me, seeking more, and I swore under my breath, my restraint hanging by a thread. I reached down, my fingers finding the zipper of my trousers, ready to free my cock and sink it deep inside her tight—Crack.
A sharp, blinding pain exploded at the back of my skull. Right where that fucking officer had slammed his baton.
White-hot agony seared through my vision. My body seized.
And then nothing.
The world went black.
CHAPTER 8
MARINA
Kostya went limp.
His full weight collapsed on top of me, unmoving.
For half a second, my brain short-circuited.
Then reality slammed into me.
I threw the lamp aside, its base clattering loudly against the floor. My breath came fast and erratic. My pulse pounded in my ears, so loud it drowned out all logic.
Under any other circumstance, the press of his massive body pinning me down would have been the kind of fantasy I would have let myself indulge in.
But right now?
Right now, I needed to get him off me and get the fuck out of here.
I pushed. Shoved. Nothing.
He was dead weight.
Panic surged higher, clawing up my throat.Move, damn it!
When pushing didn’t work, I tried to roll him, using whatever leverage I had to wiggle my way free. It was slow, torturous work.
My muscles screamed in protest, my breath came in frantic bursts, but finally I tumbled onto the floor, gasping, my limbs shaking from the exertion. I crawled over to my bureau and yanked open the drawers. Snatching the first pair of panties I saw, a red thong, I pulled them on before putting on a pair of jeans and slipping into my beat-up canvas sneakers.
That was when I saw the blood.
Dark, seeping out of the back of his head.
“No, no, no, no, no…”
The room tilted.
I couldn’t breathe.
This is bad. This is so fucking bad.