Page 28 of Dima's Vision
“Fuck your curse. Fuck everything you think you believe. The fates led me here and I feel complete for the first time, because ofyou, little witch.” He cups my face in his large hands, his thumbs brushing the tears making tracks down my cheeks. “Nothing will tear me away from you. In this life, or the next.”
“Do you really believe that?” I whisper, my voice blowing away with the breeze.
“Da.But what’s more important, is thatyoubelieve. Trust me,Ved’ma moya.”
My eyes search his and for the first time in a long time, I choose to believe that everything will be fine. That this time, death won’t catch up with someone I love. Shit. Love. I think I love him. And I don’t have time to spiral or overthink this, especially not with his softening cock snug inside me. And especially not with the rustling behind me.
Dima leans to look over my shoulder and his body vibrates gently as he snorts. Looking over my shoulder I too let out a snort, before my head tips back and I laugh, my clenching pussy squeezing a groan out of Dima as his cock starts to harden again. The joys of the newly deflowered, his recovery is speedy as hell.
Gretchen stares at us, the big male beside her looking decidedly more judgemental than ole Gretch.
“Ved’ma moya, as much as I’d like to fuck you three ways to Sunday, I don’t really want to become gater bait with my cock out.”
“I thought Gretch was used to being around people?” I ask, unstraddling him and feeling a little bereft as Dima slips out of me, making me feel as if I’m losing a limb. I guess in some ways I am. Ha.
“Gretch is, but I don’t know enough about Smiley to be able to trust him.”
“Smiley? Who the hell is naming these things?” I stare at him as he tucks himself back into his boxers. I wave, saying a gentle goodbye. “You’ll have to ask Saint. They’re his babies.”
I shake my head, pulling my panties and jeans up my one naked leg, trying my best to catch Dima’s dripping cum before it goes further down my leg. I stuff my foot in my boot and stand on the platform, taking one last long look at my spirit sister, Gretchen the Gator.
“Bye Gretch.” I wave at her and I swear she nods at me before walking back toward the water, her tail swishing in what I’d like to think is a hip swing. No wonder she has Smiley eating out of the palm of her hand.
“You two are similar, you know,” Dima says, coming to stand next to me.
I lean into his body a little, surrendering to what is happening between us. It’s better to love and lose and all that jazz. “You think?”
“Both badass, dangerous women who don’t think anything of taking out a man who deserves it? Definitely.”
“You’re a real sweet talker, you know that?”
“Imagine how good I am in my mother tongue.” He nips my ear and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.
But we don’t have time for this, so I gently backhand him in the stomach. “Down boy! We got people to take care of.”
“Lead the way,” he says, holding his hand out, gesturing I go first.
“And you’ll follow?”
“Always.”
Chapter 12
Dima
Massimo is filth. Absolute fucking scum and he deserves everything that is coming to him.
Kristie and I spoke about whether he deserved a special audience with Gretchen, but given we’ve just done a round trip to The Keep it seemed a little over-kill. Not to mention Kristie got onto a rant about fossil fuels, our use of them and our impact on the environment. It was very convincing, but not enough for me to get rid of my car in favor of a little gas saving Beetle like hers.
“Oh you’ve been averybad boy, cousin.” La Strega says as she kicks the back of his knee, making him stumble to a kneel in front of her. She’s La Strega when she’s in this power role, the shift between the two facets of her personality striking in their differences. One hard, one soft.
Her cousin Massimo moves to grab her and that’s when I step out of the shadows, gun trained on him. He stops in his tracks, makes an awful sound and then spits at her, his saliva running down the front of her shirt, in a lame attempt to get back at her.
“You’re so fucking gross. But you knew that, didn’t you?”
“Fuck you, Witch!” Massimo tries to spit at her again, but he’s stopped by her vicious backhand.
I swallow my laugh, not wanting to draw her attention from her work. Not that it matters, because as soon as Massimo starts to snivel she beams at me and throws me a wink.
