Chapter Nine

Idon't think I have ever been so turned on in my entire life.

The satisfaction of watching Lina's revenge on Ivan is akin to witnessing a masterpiece being painted before your eyes. Think the Sistine Chapel, but torture and bloody. Who would have thought my pious wife could cause so much damage? Lina's comment was no idle threat; she did indeed stab Ivan in the dick. Multiple times, causing Ilya and I to cringe and cup our own from the corner of the room. Despite being covered in Ivan's blood, Lina shows no signs of stopping. I have stayed hidden in the shadows, allowing her to be the one to bring an end to his life.

As much as I would like to watch the life drain from his eyes with my blade being the instrument to slice through his carotid, I know she needs this more than I do. It's a wonder Ivan has hung on this long. Lina has cut off every one of his fingers. "For every time you touched me, when I begged you to stop." She uses gardening shears, and the crunch of the bones snapping makes my stomach turn. His shrill screams reverberate off the walls of the small room.

My phone pings. I hit the home button. A smirk drags across my face. I slide the phone back into my pocket.

After his pinky drops to the floor, she steps back, panting, head tilted to the side admiring her work. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she contemplates her next move. She turns to us and asks, "How do you remove an eye? Can that be done?" Ilya snickers from my side, making my shoulders shake with laughter. He rummages around on the tray of objects before handing her a spoon. Ilya takes a step back, returning to my side with a shit-eating grin and wiggling his eyebrows.

Ilya is a sick son-of-a-bitch. He gets off on all this torture. There is a reason he is called the Butcher of Moscow. It comes in handy in our line of work. He is a master at the craft and he would be the one to know how to take an eye out. Lina stares at the spoon in her hand, confusion spread across her face.

You scoop it out like you would a kiwi," Ilya explains, demonstrating with a scooping motion with his hands.

Note to self: Don't eat kiwis anymore.

Lina hunches over Ivan, he wriggles in the seat a bit so Ilya steps forward to lend a hand. He tilts Ivan's head back and coaches Lina in removing the eye. "Push against the eye socket here," He points to the side next to the bridge of the nose. "Then with some force scoop in and pull up." Ivan's screams bounce off the walls as Lina digs in with considerable force. Blood seeps down his face and a wet sounding pop echoes in the room as the spoon severs the eye from the socket.

Ilya checks Ivan's pulse as his screaming has died down to low moans. "He is close."

Lina drops the spoon and eyeball. "Net (no), you die when I say your life ends." She motions for me to join her. "I want you to kill him with me, muzh. He took me from you. It's only fair you get to help me in sending him to hell." I stand in front of him, twirling my knife between my fingers.

"How are we doing this, malyshka (baby) ?" I ask her, excitement radiating throughout my body. I have been waiting for this day.

She chooses a blade from the tray, and as she lifts it, she glides its razor-sharp edge against her fingertips. The sinister smile that is on her face has my cock growing hard. I adore my innocent, pious Lina. But there is something about this side of Lina, this darkness she has inside her, that matches my own. It turns me on.

She walks behind him, her hand outstretched towards me, silently beckoning me to join her. I step beside her, holding my knife to his carotid. Lina leans in close, whispering into his ear, "Vozmozhno, ty ispol'zoval more telo tebe nikogda ne udalos' menya slomit'. Uvisimsya v adu, Ivan. Ya molyus', chtoby ty, chert voz'mi, sgorel.(You may have used my body, but you could never break me. I'll see you in Hell Ivan. I pray you fucking burn.)

Our gazes fix on each other, and with a swift motion, our blades slice through his flesh. The pungent smell of his life's essence fills the room as it flows freely, covering our hands. "The Death of Ivan Malenkov," I say as a play on The Death of Ivan Ilyich. Lina's laughter is contagious and never fails to make me smile. She maintains eye contact with me, and the sexual tension is obvious.

At this moment, we are consumed by each other, our breathing hushed and deliberate, reveling in the depth of our connection. Ilya clears his throat, his eyes nervously flickering towards the door. "I"m going to go," he says, his voice firm as his fingers tighten around the doorknob. Once he leaves, Lina walks back around to the tray. The sound of her knife clattering against it has the primal beast inside me begging to come out to play.

I stand before her, feeling the weight of her gaze upon me. She reaches for my shirt, ripping it open. The buttons scatter across the floor. As I lift the blouse over her head, I use the tip of my blade to glide it up her sternum before cutting the center of her bra. With a loud clatter, I drop my knife on the tray before dropping to my knees and hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

"Beg for it." She orders seductively, her voice husky and filled with lust.

She steps out of her leggings and stands before me, completely naked. All I want to do is pull her to this floor and fuck her until the only name she can scream is mine. Still on my knees, I look up at her with my eyebrow raised, but I give in. "Pozhaluysta, malyshka. Ya khochu tebya poprobovat'. (Please, baby. I want you.)"

Lina hums her approval at my words. She reaches out and runs her hands through my hair. Now that it's longer, she can grab a handful of it and pull.

"Do I have your permission to eat your pussy, Tsvetok?"

She looks down at me, "Da (Yes)." She lets go and inches backward toward the wall, leaving me on my knees. Lowering herself down into the chair directly in front of me, she spreads her legs wide, giving me a view of her glistening pussy. I lick my lips, dying for a taste of her. She raises an eyebrow at me as I move to stand up.

"You want to taste me, moy Lev (my lion)?" Lina teases.

I nod.

"Crawl to me."

Oh, fuck.

"If you want to taste me, you'll crawl to me. Show me the predator you are, malysh (baby)."

I never thought I would be into being the submissive partner, but for Lina, I would do anything. Including crawl. This is so fucking hot. She is mine, all fucking mine. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower myself to my hands and knees. I crawl to her. The floor glides beneath my bloody hands. I stop before her; she is panting, desperate for me to touch her. I hold my hands above her thighs, my eyes begging for permission to touch her. She bites her lower lip, and with her nod, I run my hands up her thighs. Blood coats her skin.

"All this blood looks good on you, moya I'vista (my lioness). The stark red brings out the icy blue of your eyes."

Lina shivers at my touch. Her nipples pebble and a soft moan escapes her lips. I grasp her thighs and gently slide her to the edge of the seat. I position her legs over my shoulders, and as I breathe against her entrance, she lets out another moan. With the flat of my tongue, I lap at her drenched pussy; moaning as her flavor spreads across my tongue. Dipping inside her, I gather her arousal and bring it up to her clit, making circles. I can feel the pressure of her fingers woven tightly into my hair as she holds me against her pussy.

Lina writhes under my tongue, holding back. Her moans are soft and restrained. I pick up the pace and after wiping my finger clean of Ivan"s blood, add a finger inside her. Her back arches at the sensation and I know I have hit the spot that will soon have her screaming my name. "Oh fuck, don't stop," she urges, using her legs to pull me closer to her.

"Let me hear you, malyshka (baby). I want to hear you come. Scream my name, Lina. Let God and all the saints know that it's the devil between your thighs making you come. Come. For. Me."

I suck her clit into my mouth and, with a few more strokes of my finger, she comes.

"Lenya, chert voz'mi! O, Pozhaluysta, ne ostanavlivaysa. Mne nuzhno bol'she." (Lenya, fuck! Please, don't stop. I need more.)

I snatch Lina off the chair and lay her flat on the floor. Up on my knees, I undo my pants and pull them down with my underwear. We are lying in a puddle of Ivan's blood, not phased even in the slightest. "I fucking need you more than I need to breathe. You are my oxygen, Lina. Without you, every breath feels like I'm suffocating."

"I am here now, moy lyubov (my love). Breathe."

With my cock lined up to her entrance, I pause to make sure this is what she wants. "Ready, malyshka (baby)?" She moans, nodding in response. I thrust into her. A scream of pain and pleasure echoes in the room. "Always so fucking tight for me, Tsvetok (Flower). You are fucking perfect. You are mine, and anyone who tries to take you from me will die. I will slit their throats and fuck you in their blood. Just like this."

Mindful of her bump, I carefully lift her off the floor and position her on my lap, driving into her with each thrust. "You're covered in blood and you look so fucking sexy."

"You look like a lev (lion) that has consumed his prey. You look so powerful—ah—so dangerous."

I run my hands up her sides and grip her ribs, bringing her down on my cock, making her whimper with pleasure. I can feel my release, my balls tightening and drawing up. "Ya Lev (I am the Lion.) Are you going to come again for me? Come for me, Lina."

The sound of her breathing grows louder as I increase the pressure on her clit. I'm holding back as much as I can. "Come Lina, now. Please, malyshka (baby). I need to feel you coming on my cock." As she moans softly, her walls grip my cock tightly, sending waves of pleasure through me. My cum fills her and drips down our thighs. I lay her back down and I lean over and notice the faint flutter of movement under my lips as I kiss her bump.

I pull out and quickly help Lina up off the floor, and we stare at each other, laughing. "We're a mess," she snorts as she looks over herself. "Should we continue this in the shower?"

With a quick motion, I lift my underwear and pants, feeling a sense of completion. I then realize my pants and underwear are completely soaked in blood. I fasten them and locate Lina"s clothes, guiding her as she slips them back on. At least it covers our bodies, but the blood is everywhere.

"Come, Tsvetok." I motion for her to come with me, opening the door as we make our way back to the entranceway of the warehouse, where Ilya and Oleg are waiting for us. Ilya's eyes go wide as he sees us covered in blood.

"Looks like I missed a good time." Ilya chuckles. Oleg just shakes his head at his brother's words.

I take the keys from Ilya and we ride back up to the house. I throw the truck in park and turn to Lina.

"We should have been more careful. We don't even know the results of the blood tests." She says, worry in her voice.

"I got the results before we killed Ivan. Everything was clear, malyshka." I pull out my phone and she reads the text message from the doctor. A sense of relief overcomes her, and she takes a deep breath, exhaling.

"Come, let's go get cleaned up, and then I can worship you properly in our bed."

We practically run from the truck, making our way to our room. Upon entering the bathroom, we waste no time in stripping down. The sound of the water hitting the tiles fills the bathroom as steam slowly fills the air. As we wash, we can feel the weight of our sins being lifted off our shoulders.

Forgoing clothes, we make our way to our bed after drying off. I spend the rest of the afternoon making slow and tender love to moya zhena. We fall apart after the last shared orgasm and I pull her into my chest, kissing the top of her head. "I never thought I would see you like that."

Leaning closer, I softly press my lips against the delicate curve of her neck, savoring the intimate connection. "I know I don't know everything he did to you, and it's okay if I never know." With my hand on her belly, I whisper to her and the baby, promising to always keep them safe. Lina shifts her body against me, gripping my arm and pulling it tighter around her. "What is it, Tsvetok?" I ask.

"I don't recognize myself anymore," she whispers, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "I"ve taken lives Lenya, yet the burden of guilt doesn"t weigh on me as it should. I don't believe killing automatically makes you an evil person anymore. I feel my actions were justified. I don"t care if God forgives me."

As she spoke, I could feel the weight of her words tugging at my heart. She turns around and looks at me. "When I was lost in the darkness; I felt that darkness take hold of me and it become a part of my essence."

I lean in and kiss the tip of her nose, "I told you I am a devil that has ensnared an angel, having my love corrupted your pure soul." The pangs of guilt fill me as the words leave my mouth.

"The thing is Lenya, I don't care if I am in love with a devil. As long as the devil, my devil, loves me the way he loves Hell. I think everyone has a little darkness inside of them. Most do everything they can to not succumb to it. My darkness has just become too much. The whole time I was praying to God, I never felt him. I felt alone. I prayed for you to come save me, then you came. Moy lev, ty menya spas. (My lion, you saved me.)"