Torrid (Sordid 2)

He pressed his palm into the center of my chest, right between my breasts, and walked me backward until the cold, wet tile was against my back. His eyes were unforgiving. “I didn’t say it has to be done, but you’ll play it for me. I get to hear it today, got it?”

I felt sick to my stomach. I liked what I had so far, but it wasn’t much. It barely scratched the surface of the man looming over me. When I didn’t answer, he took it as confirmation. He stepped back into the water, letting it pour down his bulky frame, and he pushed the wet hair out of his eyes.

“Good,” he said. “Get on your knees.”

27

Vasilije

David Garvin’s house shared a driveway with two other homes, but not any walls, thank fuck. According to the real estate listing last year, it had a finished basement. That was where I’d need to pull the trigger to keep this shit quiet.

Oksana and I sat in the back seat of the Lexus, with John behind the wheel, and all our gazes went beyond the windshield to the top of the hill, where the back of David’s house was visible through the trees. The lights had gone off over an hour ago, but I was cautious. It’d be easier to persuade with my gun if he was asleep and unarmed when I got to him.

She’d been jittery on the car ride over, and now drummed her fingers on the leather.

“Stop,” I said, covering her hand with mine. “I don’t like useless noise.”

The hand was just like the woman it was attached to. Soft, delicate, and warm.

I’d come in her mouth in the shower this morning, while the water poured down on us and her wet hair was coiled around my fists. I figured she needed a break from the fucking. Didn’t want to wear out my new favorite toy so soon.

After she’d swallowed, she’d gasped as I’d shoved her back to sit on the ledge in the shower, and the sound echoed off the glass. I’d crouched down, put one knee near the drain, and slung her legs over my shoulders. Listening to her compose a symphony of sex as I worked her over with my tongue sounded amazing. Her cries of need, and those moans of pleasure? I could listen to that shit all day.

Oksana exploded with a loud cry, shuddering while my tongue was massaging her and her fingers scratched at the tile. The wet ends of her hair dripped onto her heaving chest and gorgeous tits. I’d almost told her she’d be showering with me from now on, but realized I’d never fucking get anything done. The girl and her delicious pussy were distracting.

“I’m going,” I announced to everyone in the car, including myself. I wasn’t scared, but not super comfortable either. I’d done as much research and planning as possible, but there were a lot of unknowns in the house on the hill.

Her hand shifted, turning until she could wrap her fingers around mine and squeeze. Her blue eyes looked nervous. Who would have thought this Russian girl would be worried about me? And that I’d like it?

“Good luck,” she whispered.

It was weird as hell, the need to kiss her, but I gave in to it. If I was about to walk into that house and not walk out, who fucking cared if I kissed her? I planted my lips on hers and slipped my tongue deep in her mouth, kissing her in a way she’d never forget me.

She swayed at the end of it, disoriented.

I turned to John. “If I’m not out in an hour, text Aleksandar and tell him where I am. You take Oksana back to my house and call Luka.”

John nodded.

“Don’t take an hour.” Her voice was tight as she tried for a stern tone. “I don’t want to wait that long to hear about it.”

I flashed her a full grin. Bringing her along instead of Alek wasn’t too smart, but it was way more fun. I pushed open the car door and got out.

There was no ID on me, other than my phone, which would be tough to unlock. My clothes were dark and utilitarian. I only carried two tools, a lock pick and my Glock. No under-arm holster tonight. I needed concealment and went for a rear waistband one, hidden beneath my black shirt. It’d be slower to draw, but hopefully I wouldn’t need to pull in a hurry.

Dry leaves crunched under my boots as I hustled up the hill, sticking close to the trees and ducking under branches. It was overcast tonight, making it unlikely anyone would see me. My lungs were tight in the cold air and I wanted to cough, but I held it in until the sensation passed. I made it to the back patio door and listened for any sounds from beyond the glass.