Page 14 of Dima's Vision
“My brother painted that, it’s the view of our backyard in Russia.”
She nods absently. “What’s your brother’s name?”
“Alexandr, but family call him Sasha. He lives in Texas with his husband.”
At this she tilts her head, eyes still on the painting. “Is he like you? Does he have the vision?”
I huff out a laugh, “No. He’s the opposite of me. No vision, but he believes in what I do.”
“I had a brother once. He died in the same accident as my parents. It was quick. For all of them. Well, that’s what I’m told.” I wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her into my body, trying to hold her pieces together. “The first time I heard the whispers, I was terrified. It was like someone was in my head, telling me nightmarish stories. Now I expect them. The people I deal with are shitty. The worst of the worst, but Glenn, that was a whole other level.”
“He’s gone now.”
“But what about the men he worked with and the ones he worked for? He’s not some creepy mastermind.”
I turn her to face me. “What did Glenn’s secrets tell you?”
“Names.” She swallows. “I have the names of the men in his circle.” She taps her temple.
It’s not my calling to go after these men. But it is my calling to protect her, so I guess whatever she’s planning to do, I’ll be involved.
“You do understand that I’m going to go after them, right? It’s my job.”
“I thought your job was to get rid of people La Madrina pays you to get rid of.”
Her lips twitch. “Meh, that’s for business. This will be for pleasure.”
“Then it’ll be my pleasure to help you.”
She stares at me, full of uncertainty, and what looks to be fear. “I can’t let you do that, Dima. You’ve already spent too much time around me.”
I want to argue, to get her to listen to me, that I’m not going to die anytime soon. I want to flip the bird at her curse and tell it to fuck off. But our gifts don’t work like that. They don’t listen to reason. If she believes, truly believes that she is cursed to be the demise of all her loved ones, then the best I can do is listen to her, and try and assuage her fears through my actions.
I nod once, then take her by the hand, pulling her into the steamy bathroom. My hands drift to the bottom of her black long sleeved top, brows raised, asking for permission. She nods, eyes on mine. Gripping the bottom of her shirt I slowly raise it. She holds her arms up so I can peel it off her before throwing it in the hamper. I glide my hands down her upheld arms, her torso, to rest at the button of her jeans. She swallows when I pop the button and draw the zipper down, the noise of the zipper teeth loud in the room. Moving to my knees I tap her to lift her foot, gently sliding her cute ladybug socks off each foot, until her little pink tipped toes are revealed. I plant a soft kiss to the top of her foot before moving back to her jeans. I tug them down her thick thighs, the juicy flesh pressed together, framing the plump vee between her legs, clad in pink lace. The dark curls visible through the thin material, her arousal scenting the air with an aroma that has me licking my lips in anticipation. I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen my fair share of porn. Well, except for the two years I was blind. I finish undressing her until she’s standing there, like a fucking goddess, delicious curves on display, nipples tight, thighs rubbing to try to ease the ache there.
Rising to my feet I grip my shirt behind my neck and pull it over my head, her audible gasp and curse making me chuckle. I move to undo my pants button but she slaps my hand out of the way, hastily unzipping it with very little flair, before tugging my pants down in one swift movement, taking my boxer shorts with them.
“Dammit! Boots!” she mutters, before tearing at the laces of my footwear, then tapping my leg to toe them off, kicking my pants with them.
“Better?”
“Much,” she replies huskily, eyes on my cock.
Fuck, now is probably the time I should tell her I’ve never done this before. Clearing my throat, I gaze down my body,her large hazel eyes glowing with lust in the low lighting. “Ah, Kristie?” Before I can continue an unmanly yelp is sucked out of my body as her mouth descends on my cock. “Yokarny babay,holy fuck I’m a virgin!”
Kristie
I freeze. “Wha?” I ask, his throbbing cock still deep in my mouth so all that comes out is garbled with a bunch of drool.
No way. There is absolutely no way this tall drink of vodka, of Russian hotness, is a virgin. I mean, who is even a virgin these days? He’s a fully grown adult man. Unless he’s like, younger than me by a lot. My eyes track up his firm, pale torso, meeting his bright blue eyes, his pupils blown as he stares down at me with his mouth open. Hm. Maybe he’s had a hard life? I swallow around him, not to turn him on, but because I need to swallow.
“K-kristie, fuck, that feels so good,” he groans, his head banging against the bathroom wall that I shoved him up against in my hurry to get him in my mouth.
I can play this one of two ways. Slowly withdraw my mouth, tidy myself up and get in the shower like nothing happened.Orwe can get in the shower, get to know each other’s bodies, then take him to bed and ruin him for every other woman or man he may have a relationship with in the future.
Making up my mind I slide my mouth up and down his cock two more times, no, fuck it, three times, before withdrawing. I lick the underside in a long stripe before giving the thick, bulbous head a gentle kiss. Rising to my feet I keep my hand at the base of him, using his cock to lead him into the hot water.
It beats down on me, over my head, slicking my hair to my cheeks. I tip my head back, washing away the ick of Glenn, and the remnants of the whispers. Sometimes it feels like they’re on my skin, marking me, tainting me.
