Chapter 43

We get Nessa into the shower and help clean her up. It feels like there’s a new sort of ease between the three of us. No fumbling around one another, no sadness, none of the heavy stuff. We are just simply us.

It’s surreal. Something I feel like we have been fighting to get back to for a while now. Our vacation to Spain was just the beginning. Now, it’s like we have found ourselves again.

My finger skims over the bracelet on Nessa’s wrist, the red beads glistening under the water. The pain of our loss is still present, but it no longer seems to be crushing us, keeping us in one place and unable to move on.

I will always wish to have heard her voice, to know which one of us she took after the most. But I have come to accept that she is in a good place now, one where she’s safe.

Nessa told us about her dream; the one where Enya was watching over Aiden, and I think that has brought me the most peace. We have lost so many people in our lives, my parents included, and it helps to think that they are all there for each other beyond the veil.

“What are you thinking about?” Nessa asks me, her hand with the red beaded bracelet squeezing my arm gently.

One of the rare gentle smiles crosses my face as I look down at my girl. She is so beautiful I can’t help but lean in and kiss her.

“Just how lucky I am to have you.”

She blushes, her cheeks turning that perfect shade of pink I adore. Boris shuts off the water, and I wrap Nessa in a large fluffy towel before picking her up and placing her on the counter. She holds it close as goosebumps spread over her body.

I quickly wrap one of the towels around my waist before grabbing another to dry her hair with. She lets me do it all, this gentle smile on her face the entire time.

Boris watches, then grabs the blow dryer and a brush to do her hair while I focus on her body, drying off every inch before peppering kisses across her exposed flesh. I get down on my knees, taking her ankle in my hand to press my lips to it.

Trailing up her thighs, the gentle touch of my fingers follows as her eyes stay focused on me.

By the time her hair is dry and Boris takes a step back, she brushes the towel off her back, allowing it to pool behind her on the counter, leaning back with a devious smirk.

“What are you thinking, Sweetheart?”

Boris leans against the wall to my left, a knowing look on his face. “She is remembering the ballet.”

My tongue darts out, the piercing rubbing along my lips as I look my girl up and down. She props her legs up on the counter, much like that night, sliding them open slowly like the seductress she is.

“Do you want me to fuck you there while you’re still dripping with my cum?” I ask her, and in lieu of a response, she puts two fingers in her mouth and sucks before moving them down to her clit.

“Maybe I want to fuck myself while you watch,” she says breathily.

Those two fingers sink into her wet heat, some of my cum slipping out. A growl leaves my lips as I kneel in front of her, my palms pressing on her thighs.

“Don’t waste it,” I say as I dart my tongue out and lick up our combined cum. Standing, I pinch her chin, and she opens her mouth like the good girl she is.

I allow our release to slide from my tongue to hers as she sucks it out of my mouth.

“Swallow,” Boris commands from behind us, and she does, making a show to lick her lips after.

Glancing back, I see the old man has his cock in his hand as he strokes it, and an idea comes to mind.

“Tell us how you wish that night would have gone,” I say.

Nessa bites her lip as Boris’ gaze becomes hooded. “Boris would jerk himself off while you fucked me so hard that the mirror behind us nearly shattered. Then, when you pulled out, he would take your place and sink in. Both of you would pump me full of your cum and make me walk to the car with my dress wet, your combined releases dripping down between my legs.”

Well, when she paints such a pretty picture, I think we owe it to her and ourselves to fulfill it.

“What do you think, Old Man?”

His eyes don’t leave Nessa as he says, “If you do not start fucking her now, I will.”

Nessa slides her fingers out of her pussy, and as I approach, slipping between her legs and letting my towel fall to the ground, she pushes them into my mouth at the same moment that I thrust into her.

It doesn't take long to bring us both to the edge. My tongue licks into her mouth, and she sucks on it. My dick twitches inside of her. When her nails dig into my back as she cries out, I come along with her, giving her every single drop of me.

Just like she asked, Boris is there when I pull back. He sets a brutal pace with her, the mirror at the backs actually cracking when he slams his palm into it. But he doesn’t stop when the deeper angle causes her to whimper in pleasure.

“I never should have let you go that night, Lisichka . And I hope you know I never plan to let you go again.”

“Good,” she whispers, “because if you ever try to leave again, I will shoot you.”

Their foreheads press together as Boris slows his pace. My cum leaks from her, slowly being pumped with each thrust. The sight has me rock hard once again, seeing my release pooled around the old man’s cock and all over the counter as he leisurely rocks in and out of her. He grabs her jaw, forcing their eyes to connect.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, and just like that, she shatters.

Her body goes limp as he lazily drives into her until his cum is dripping out alongside mine. When he eases back, we both catch her as she nearly falls off of the counters edge.

She chuckles, shaking her head. “There is no way I’m walking anytime soon.”

“That is okay, Lisichka . I have you.” Boris scoops her into his arms as hers tangle around his neck.

I feel like we are in a bubble here, protected from the outside world. Part of me doesn't want to leave. I don’t want to go back to Norway and finish this fight; I just want to lay here and appreciate my girl.

The suite connected to the bathroom has a large bed with dark purple accents and a starry sky for a ceiling, each light twinkling every so often. The atmosphere is serene.

“I never knew you loved the stars so much,” I say, crawling into the bed next to her.”

She turns to me, her nose wrinkling in confusion. “I love them because of you.”

“Me?” I question while Boris pulls Nessa’s back to him. We get comfortable together as Nessa turns her head to look up at the twinkling lights.

“As long as the stars are in the sky, my love for you will shine bright. That’s what you told me the night before everything changed. It’s what I held onto when I felt like I was being stripped of who I was to my very core. The stars reminded me of who I was. I was someone worthy of your love, and even when it didn’t feel like it, that someone was worth fighting for.”

Her words make my hands tremble as they cup her face. “You will always be worth fighting for.”

I remember the moment I said those words to her, staring up at the night sky. They felt so simple then, like a small reminder I would always be there for her. It makes me feel like I did something right by giving her something she could look to on those bad days.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Killer.”