Midnight Sanctuary (Bugrov Bratva #2)(46)

It’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen all day.

“Don’t you dare touch a hair on his head!”

I smile coldly. “You’re in no position to be making demands of me, Boris.”

Boris grinds his teeth. “You want to know who I sold your sister to?” he asks of his own accord. “I’ll tell you: Dominik Drozdov. But that’s as far as my knowledge goes. She was sold to him and that’s where I lost track of her.”

“What was her life worth?” I snarl. “How much did you sell her for?”

Boris shakes his head. “It was never about the money. I would have sold her for nothing if it meant watching you suffer.”

I probably should ask where this personal vendetta of his comes from. But I’m too angry to care. I settle on beating him senseless, until his head bobs on his neck, barely still attached. Then I walk away, leaving the broken shell of the man behind me.

I so desperately want to end his life right now, but I restrain myself. His corpse will be of no use to me. But he still might be.

Without even bothering to wipe the blood off my hands, I send texts to both Dimiv and Kruger, letting them both know that Drozdov is the man we’re looking for. Then I head to my bedroom to shower off Sobakin’s blood.

I’m stripping off my clothes when Alyssa walks in. Her eyes go wide as she sees the blood on my hands.

“It’s not mine,” I explain before she can ask.

That doesn’t seem to comfort her as she ventures closer. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking golden, Alyssa.” I turn to look at her, grinning. “I know who has Polly.”

She gasps, her eyes going round. “Really?”

“The lead you gave me—Dominik—it panned out.”

Relief floods her face. “Oh, thank God!” She immediately grabs her charm bracelet like it’s a string of prayer beads. “Thank God!”

She follows me to the bathroom and watches as I wash the blood off in the sink. When I turn off the water, she steps to my side and reaches up to touch the side of my face. She draws back her hand and I notice a fleck of blood on her thumb.

“It’s everywhere…” she whispers.

“How about you help me get clean?”

I don’t wait for her to respond; I just start stripping her slowly. She stands there, watching me watch her. I make sure the water streaming from the shower faucet is warm before I pull her in with me. Her body looks ripe and perfect. The soft swell of her belly, the juicy fullness of her breasts—she looks like Venus coming out of her seashell.

Her hands float over my body the same way they did this morning. Except this time, she lathers me up, rubs the soap into my body before rinsing it off again. By the time she’s finished, I’m rock hard and ready to plunge myself into her.

But when I try, she stops me. “No,” she says softly and a little self-consciously. “Not yet.”

Then, with rivulets of water running down her face and body, she gets on her knees in front of me and starts sucking me off.

“Fuck,” I moan as she takes me in the throat.

There’s a confidence about her today that I haven’t seen before. I get it, though—I feel high, too.

We’re close. We’re so fucking close.

She plays with my balls as she keeps sucking on my cock, pulling me in so deep that at times I genuinely think I’ll lose control and come in her mouth. After the second time she gags on my cock, I pull out of her mouth and force her back onto her feet.

“I’m not waiting for you another goddamn second, narushitel,” I growl in her ear. “Because I’m gonna die if I don’t bury myself in you right now.” Then I spin her around and push her against the glass wall of the shower.

I can see our silhouettes reflected in the mirror. Her breasts are pushed up against the glass, one cheek pushing her lips into a twisted smile. I push inside her slowly while she lets out a strangled little moan.

Then I fuck her slowly, watching my length disappear inside of her before I slide back out again. Her silky hair is sopping wet, hanging down her back in thick ropes. I stare, mesmerized, as the water runs down her spine and down towards where our bodies meet. She’s a work of art and I’m the only one who gets to enjoy her.

Is there any other man alive this lucky?

I keep one hand on her hip while the other wraps around her waist and I watch us in the mirror as we crash together again and again. Every thrust draws new, sputtering words from her lips.

“Yes, yes… fuck me, Uri… just take me… yes…”

Between the nap I had this morning and this right now, I’ve never felt more powerful. I feel like I can do anything. I pull out of her, twist her around, and before I can even tell her what I want, she drops to her knees as I paint her chest with my cum. She takes it all, head tilted back as the shower water and my seed descend on her.

I milk myself dry, but when her tongue darts out to catch a drop of the sticky whiteness from the side of her lips, I’m practically ready to go all over again.

“You’re a dream I never want to wake up from,” I murmur to her as I help her back to her feet.

She keeps that same shy, freshly-fucked smile on her face as I clean her from head to toe. When we’re both clean again and I turn the water off, she lets out a deep, contented sigh that I feel inside my chest.