Tears of salvation (Underworld Kings)

Chapter 20

ALEXEI

I’ve placed orders with Lucian, Semion, and Lev for weapons. Everything from RPGs to incendiary grenades.

I also invited everyone I’ll need for the attack to attend the engagement party. After we’re done celebrating, I’ll meet with them.

Five days until the celebration.

I have to get everything ready for the meeting. I managed to get plans of the castle in Geneva from before Madame Keller purchased it. She didn’t change the primary structure during the remodeling.

I’ve also gotten my hands on satellite images of the grounds, and I’m busy comparing the old plans with the new layout.

Demitri and Nikhil are busy on the computer, merging the old and new information to create a holographic image for us to work with for when we go ahead with the final stage of planning.

A tumbler of vodka is set down in front of me, and then Isabella presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Take a break,” she whispers. “You’ve been in here since dawn.”

Picking up the tumbler, I take a sip, then point to the east of the property on the satellite images. “Take a look at this.”

Wrapping her arm around my neck, she leans her chin on my shoulder, then she murmurs, “That’s easily a couple of miles from St. Monarch’s.”

“That was only built two years ago,” I say. “It’s too close to St. Monarch’s.”

Demitri moves in on the other side of the table and looks at the image. “These old castles have tunnels. Where’s the old map?”

I pull it out from beneath the pile of sheets and then lay it out in front of us.

I point to the basement and tunnel section. “There isn’t one leading to the east. Also, I’m sure Madame Keller had them all sealed off.” Then, lifting my gaze to Demitri, I say, “Unless she made her own after the attack on Lucian while he was there. It could lead to the new building as an escape route.”

Demitri nods in agreement. “Let’s assume that’s what it is, so we’re not caught off guard. I’ll add it to the holographic image.”

When I reach for the satellite images again, Isabella places her hand on mine. “Take a break. Just ten minutes.”

Grabbing hold of the tumbler, I rise to my feet and take a deep sip as I walk out of the security room. As I pass through the foyer, I stop at a side table to fill my glass, then I head up the stairs. Walking into our suite, I open the glass doors and step out onto the balcony, rolling my neck and shoulders to loosen the knots as I close my eyes.

When I take a deep breath, Isabella’s hands slide over my shoulders, and she begins to massage the tense muscles, slowly moving down my back.

“How’re the plans for the party coming along?” I ask, just focusing on her touch.

“Good. Ariana helped a lot. We’ve booked a catering company.” Her voice sounds sultry, and it makes me turn around.

Leaning back against the railing, I take another sip of the vodka as my eyes settle on Isabella. She steps up to me, desire making her look like a cat stalking her prey.

Isabella places a hand on my thigh and pressing a kiss to my neck, her palm moves an inch up until she brushes over my cock.

Gripping me through my cargo pants, she begins to rub me until I’m hard as fuck.

I bring the tumbler to my mouth, my eyes locked on Isabella as she begins to undo my belt. I reach behind my back, pulling my personalized gun out, so it doesn’t drop to the floor.

I watch as Isabella shoves my pants open, and then she sinks down in front of me. Her fingers wrap around me, and the moment her breath fans over my cock, pre-cum begins to form in anticipation.

When her lips part, I hold my breath, and then my eyes drift shut from how fucking amazing it feels as she sucks me into her mouth.

Her tongue snakes around the head of my length, and the pleasure makes me tighten my grip on the tumbler. My fingers flex around the handle of the gun, and I let out a satisfied moan.

Then she sucks me deep, and an intense heat spreads through my cock and to my balls. My muscles tighten, and my lips part, my breaths growing faster.

I lower my eyes to Isabella and watch as she takes half of my length, her fingers wrapping around the base and squeezing hard.

“Harder,” I order, my voice low and commanding.

She increases her grip, and then she sucks fucking hard. Letting out a pleasure-filled groan, I watch the woman who’s managed to capture my heart, her lips growing swollen from the friction.

Isabella takes me deep, and then she fucking hums. I toss the tumbler to the side and drop the gun to the floor, and then I grab hold of her hair. Fisting the strands, I begin to thrust inside the heat of her sinful mouth.

She relaxes her tongue, and then I’m able to stroke deep into her throat. My lips pull back from my teeth, and when she raises her eyes to mine, I fucking explode.

Intense ecstasy washes through my body, my muscles tightening until they feel like they might tear. My cock pulses as I sink as deep as she can take me.

Emptying myself down her throat, I watch as tears form in her eyes from the lack of air. I bring a hand to her neck and wrapping my fingers around her silky skin, I pull out and thrust back in, feeling how my cock fills her throat.

My cock pulses again and fucking again until the orgasm reaches its peak, and only then do I loosen my grip on Isabella’s throat. Pulling out of her, I watch as she desperately sucks in a breath of air, a tear spiraling down her cheek.

Fucking perfect.

Leaning down, I grab hold of Isabella, and then I toss her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bed to repay the favor.