Page 31 of Hunted By the Masked BRATVA
“I made you squirt,” he says with something akin to pride in his voice.
“What? No you didn't.” I feel around at the damp spots either side of his head. “Oh fuck,” I mutter. “That’s never happened before.”
“I told you to trust me,” he growls with that sexy voice full of satisfaction. “Lie back.”
I do as I’m told, my legs still quivering. He flicks on the lamp beside the bed as he straddles me over my stomach. His large cock is already leaking precum as he takes it in his hand and begins jerking in short, hard movements.
“Fuck Emilia, you taste so fucking good,” he grunts, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. “You see what you do to me, see how hard and needy you make me.” He groans and his cock visibly jerks at the base as hot spurts of cum shoot from the tip all over my tits.
Konstantin
I wake to sunlight streaming through the windows and my phone buzzing insistently.
Leonid.
Emilia stirs beside me. "What time is it?"
"Just after eight." I look at the phone, at Leonid's name flashing on the screen. "He's calling."
She sits up, suddenly alert. "Are you going to answer?"
I consider letting it go to voicemail. Putting off the inevitable for a few more hours. But that's coward's thinking, and I've never been a coward.
I answer. "Leonid."
"Konstantin." His voice is neutral, giving nothing away. "We need to talk."
"I'm listening."
"Not on the phone. In person." A pause. "I'm not interested in hunting you down. But I need to understand what the fuck happened with Troskoy, and I need to hear it from you."
"When?"
"Today. Noon. The warehouse on Pushkin Street. Come alone."
"I don't think so." I glance at Emilia. "If I'm coming, she's coming with me."
"The Markov girl?" Leonid sounds surprised. "You really did go all in on this, didn't you?"
"Yes."
He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "Fine. Bring her. But Konstantin, you should know Vasiliev will be there and if this is a trick, if you're planning something..."
"I'm not." I meet Emilia's eyes. "I'm done with tricks. I just want to walk away clean."
"Then we'll see if that's possible. Noon. Don't be late."
He hangs up.
Emilia's watching me, worry clear on her face. "Is this a trap?"
"Maybe." I pull her closer. "But it's also our best chance at negotiating a clean exit. Leonid's smart. If I can convince him I'm more useful as an ally than an enemy, he'll let us go."
"And if you can't convince him?"
"Then we fight our way out and run like hell." I kiss her, hard and fast. "But I don't think it'll come to that. Leonid respects strength. Respects honesty. I'll give him both."
We spend the morning preparing. I clean my guns, check my ammunition. Emilia works on her laptop, pulling up additional files on Troskoy's empire, insurance in case we need more leverage.
