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A moment later, he was filling our wine glasses, and I was laughing at something that probably wasn’t even that funny. He held out a bite of lobster from his own plate for me, even though I had plenty on my own. All these strange and stupid gestures just worked. Because it was Anatoli.
“So a movie and wine, but after that—” he stopped, shaking his head, though his eyes held so much promise. “An early night. We must get started at the break of day tomorrow.”
Just like I must get started on my plan.
“Sure,” I said, giving him back a look that had his pupils dilating. “An early night it is.”
But I think he knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep, just like I knew I wouldn’t be doing any planning.
Chapter 32 - Anatoli
My phone alarm jolted me awake the next morning. A strand of Masha’s hair fell across my chin, her face nestled against my neck, one arm slung across my chest. The loud buzz didn’t wake her immediately, so I quickly reached over to turn it off before she stirred. We really should have left last night. I had to be on high alert and believe the car pausing near the turnoff was an enemy, not someone lost in the desert, but Masha made me lose focus.
All I could see was her, and the only thing making me gently move her arm so I could get up was the fact that she was in danger. I had to get her out of here and to safety.
She moaned and moved her warm body closer under the sheet, her soft skin melting against mine. She held tight to my shoulder as I tried to rise. “Five more minutes,” she said, slinging her leg across my thighs. Her breath was hot against my neck, her lips moist as she kissed me. “Maybe ten,” she amended, sliding her hand down my chest.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” I said, turning my face to meet her kisses.
“You know how to deal with it, don’t you?” she asked, her tongue darting out to swipe my lower lip. She rubbed her naked body against mine, and the feel of her slick heat had my cock jumping.
I swept the sheet that covered us away and gave her perfect ass a light spank. She squeaked against my mouth. I gave her another, a little harder, the sound of my palm against her delicate skin mixed with her moan of pleasure. Her fingernails dug into my chest, and she pushed herself up onto her hands andknees, straddling me. Leaning over my shoulder, she sank her teeth into my flesh.
I spanked her again. Her eyes met mine, flashing with lust and giddiness. I’m sure mine looked the same as I dropped my gaze to her lush tits, her pert nipples teasing me with their closeness to my lips. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer, taking one of the tight buds into my mouth. In a moment, she pulled away, rearing above me with our favorite whip in her hands.
I smiled as she brought it down on my chest, her hot, wet pussy grinding against my shaft. Gripping her hips, I raised her body, bringing her back down to sink inside her. She gasped, dropping the whip as I bounced her on my hard cock.
She was so damn beautiful, mesmerizing me as she let her head fall back, all her silky dark hair flowing in a smooth wave over her shoulders. I brushed it aside and tweaked her nipples, then drew her back down to me to claim her mouth. We had barely slept two hours, and I should have been exhausted and utterly spent after our exuberant antics in this bed, on the floor, the couch downstairs, the stairs themselves. She was insatiable and made me feel like I had unlimited strength.
She rode me hard and fast, her gasps getting louder as I held on, just wanting to watch her. Pink cheeks, open mouth, her hands roaming up my chest, my shoulders, running through my hair, then over her own perfect body, down her smooth sides, to grip onto my chest all over again. With a fury, she leaned down to nip at my lip, moaning my name in a desperate plea. I reached between us and found her swollen nub as our bodies slapped together.
“Yes,” she ground out through gritted teeth. “Oh my God, yes.”
I felt her spasm around my cock and grabbed her hips, pushing her down hard to take every inch as I came inside her in a hot rush. I would have roared, but she kissed me hard with her panting mouth, squeezing me tight with her thighs. As I wrapped my arms around her, she collapsed onto me, still breathing hard. My own heart was pounding hard enough that it seemed like she’d be jolted off of me, but she held on, and I could feel her smile against my neck.
I spanked her again, very, very gently. “Naughty,” I said.
The alarm went off again, and she giggled, so unlike her but so enchanting. “Exactly ten minutes.”
“That wasn’t the snooze, it was the backup alarm. We need to move. Now.”
Of course, she didn’t listen, only sighing and ruffling my hair. By the time we got on the road, it was much later than I planned, but I couldn’t find the energy to be irritated. We were on our way to safety, and that was all that mattered. To be honest, I was beginning to think I was being overly paranoid.
Until we’d only been on the road to the airport for an hour, I got a call from one of the men who had stayed behind to pack up our things and secure the house as best as possible before they left to meet us in Mexico.
“This can’t be good,” I said, hitting the button to answer it on speaker.
His voice was a harried whisper, and a familiar, noisy crackling sound filled the background. “Out of nowhere,” he said, barely loud enough for me to hear. “The house is up in flames. They came from the desert, on ATVs—oh, fuck—”
His last words were a stunned yell amidst a burst of gunfire, and the phone went dead. I motioned for the driver topull over to the side of the road, and he did so with a concerned look on his face. He had to have overheard at least the last part of the conversation and sensed trouble. We were still far enough outside LA that the traffic was sparse, and only one semi truck passed us as we sat there in a moment of stunned silence.
To my surprise, Masha reached over the expanse of the back seat and took my hand, just holding on and not saying a word. To think I was considering scrapping the flight, at least for a few more days until I got more information. It seemed like the Collective was toying with me, maybe sending a message if they knew I had already taken Masha and left. Or maybe they’d just gotten unlucky and failed to kill us in the sneak attack.
I could have just as easily stayed in bed with Masha for a little while longer. And then…
She squeezed my hand, bringing me out of my dark thoughts. “I’m sorry about your men.”
She was right, they were certainly dead. As we would be. The phone rang again, and with a scowl, I hit the button to answer it. What now?
