Page 55 of Twisted Fate

I blink at her. “Why? Because another assassin might come after Konstantin? They won’t succeed, either.”

“No. Because you’re going to fail, too.”

My heart thuds hard behind my ribs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She sneers at me. “You’re no mafia wife. I’ve run into plenty of them over the years. They don’t act like you do. You’re a professional. Like me. And if you’re with Konstantin, then that means you’re out to kill him, too.”

I move fast as a striking snake, slapping her face so hard that her head swings to one side. I lean in, grabbing a handful of her hair as I look down at her.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She coughs wetly, spitting fresh blood out of a mouth already caked in it, dried around her lips and down her chin. “Maybe,” she manages. “But I’m pretty sure I’m onto something.”

I twist my hand in her hair. “You breathe one word like that again—you sayanythinglike that to me again, or especially around Konstantin, or his men, and I will make what we did to you earlier feel like a fucking spa treatment. Do you fucking understand me?”

She smiles, the expression horrific on her face, bloody as it is. “I understand,” she manages thickly. “But do you? Because he’s going to figure it out,Sophia. And when he does, what you did to me will look like child’s play compared to what he’ll do to you.”

I slap her again, harder this time. “You’ll regret it if you say anything,” I warn her. “You’ll find out exactly what I’m capable of. And you don’t want that.”

“I’m sure.” She glares up at me with glittering eyes. “Don’t worry. I won’t blow your cover. I don’t want any more pain before I get back to Miami, and it won’t serve me anything. But think about it. It’s coming for you too.”

I let go of her harshly, letting her sink back against the tub. I check her bindings and leave, my heart in my throat as I walk back to Konstantin’s room.

Deep down, I know she’s right. Konstantin will figure it out, eventually. And if I don’t make my move soon…

I’ll be the one tied up and bleeding, looking up at a man who wants me dead.

15

KONSTANTIN

Waking up next to Sophia feels better than it should.

I’m awoken by the warm light filtering through the curtain, the sounds of wildlife in the savannah beyond—and the sensation of a soft, warm body pressed up against mine.

Sophia’s dark hair is flung over the pillow, her lashes fluttering against her cheek as she breathes in and out slowly. She’s wearing a dark pink silk set of shorts and a tank top, the material so fragile that I could rip it off of her in an instant. And despite how many times I fucked her yesterday until we finally fell asleep last night—I lost count, finally—my cock already starts to harden at the thought.

I slide my hand over her ass, slipping my fingers underneath the edge of her shorts. She’s not wearing panties, and I groan as I feel her soft, smooth folds beneath my fingertips. I push two fingers into her, and I can feel how full of my cum she still is.

She lets out a soft, mewling whimper as I pump my fingers in and out of her slowly, enjoying the feeling of her wetness on my hand. She’s hot and tight, and I already need to feel her wrapped around my cock again.

I shift behind her, easing my throbbing length free of my boxers, and tug her shorts aside enough to press the blunt head of my cock against her entrance, sliding in. Even as soaked as she is with my cum and her arousal, she’s still a snug fit around my thick shaft.

Sophia moans as I thrust into her, my hand gripping her hip as I start to slowly fuck her awake. I’m halfway to my climax by the time she fully wakes up, and she lets out another soft moan, her hand finding its way between her legs to rub her clit as I thrust harder, chasing the release that I seem to constantly need when I’m around her.

We come together, my cum flooding her as she clenches and ripples around my length, my name, a low moan on her lips, as she arches against me. I curl around her, my cock still softly pulsing, buried in her as I relish the heat of her against my body.

“You feel so fucking good,volchitsa,” I murmur, brushing her hair aside to drag my lips down her shoulder. “I could fuck you all day.”

“You’re like an animal,” she teases, leaning back to look up at me. “What is this—the sixth or seventh time since the first one? You said you wouldn’t fuck me, and now you can’t keep your cock out of me.”

“After the first time, there was no point in stopping.” I bite her shoulder lightly. “And you make me come harder than any woman ever has before,dorogoy. I can’t help it if I want to keep your perfect pussy full of my cock.”

“I’m not complaining,” she breathes, arching back against me in a way that has me hardening inside of her yet again, and I lower my mouth to hers, my hips beginning that familiar rhythm once more.

When we finally make it out of bed, Sophia orders breakfast while I check on our captive. My security should be here soon, which means we’ll be able to let housekeeping into the roomagain, and go back to some semblance of normalcy while we wait for the jet to return and take us home.

Which, I reflect as I get dressed, means I probably won’t let Sophia out of bed until it’s time to leave.

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