24. Dima

TWENTY-FOUR

Dima

T wo dumbasses are staring at me with murder while the biggest prick is smirking when I just want to get back to my girl. Val's pathetic fucking attempt at keeping us apart worked, the prick, all those times I looked out for him and covered when he'd been racing and fucked a car up aren't being repaid. If he sent Ana, B, on some fool's errand I'll beat the shit out of him.

Out of the three Vartanovs, I expect the threat to come from Vlad but it's Tali who opens his mouth, sounding like a toddler tattling on me.

"First they were cuddling, and then he walks out of a fucking sex club with Ana wrapped around him." He needs to grow the fuck up. "Oh, and then she asked him to take his pants off, in front of me ."

She's mine and I've been reliving that innocent-as-fuck kiss every minute since leaving the forest.

Vlad holds his hand up to stop Val going off on his rant and his lip curls up in disgust as he asks, "Are you a pervert?"

Tali was never on the other end of his speeches, but Val deflates with the knowledge of what's about to be said.

"Only perverts think about their family members' sexual habits. She's an adult, you two have fucked whoever you want," the bastard looks at me with a smirk and says words I'd never thought would leave his mouth, "and they were cuddling, like two cute little otters."

I know he says shit just to get a reaction out of people, but my face contorts at the thought of being called cute, or a fucking otter, I didn't think he even knew the word cute. The two dumbasses stand with their arms crossed and I laugh at their attempt at a threat.

"Hurt her and I'll fucking kill you," Val says.

Fuck them, they're like little butterflies compared to the woman in question. I'm not going to give them a speech about intentions, they've known she's their sister for five fucking minutes, she's been mine before she was a Vartanova.

Brushing past them without another word, I leave them to their rage. I've spent all fucking day doing shit under the guise of work when it's bullshit. Dumb fucks, the last time I saw Ana she was asleep on the sofa, and she better be there when I get back. I'm addicted to her … everything. From the fuckedup sense of humor that's terrifying to the sweetness she lets out only around me.

I've never driven faster as I leave their estate with my hellion holding dominion over all my thoughts. Anything I do is controlled by her, it's not even a conscious decision, I'll just have her there in my mind at every minute of the day, the thoughts don't leave during torture, if anything they get louder because I know she'd love to be there.

I don't remember the route I took as I pull up in front of the house. There's only ever one thought in my head, Ana. Entering the house quietly, hoping she's still laid with a blanket over her, I deflate seeing the empty seat and the blanket folded neatly. It's two in the morning, they've been giving her early jobs and there's no one in the warehouse for her to torture, she won't have run away, she knows this is home and she always comes back.

But there's no one fucking here as I search the lower floor. Going up the stairs so I can change then work my frustration out in the gym while I wait for her like a sad dog does its owner, the faintest sound disturbs the air when I reach the top step. My entire body freezes, turning alert until it happens again. A moan. Soft and delicate. I've got one foot in midair, suspended in taking the next step, and I stop breathing to make sure I hear it again.

I'm fucked up, I should leave, it's my house but it's Ana's privacy. Squeezing my dick in warning to calm the fuck down doesn't work when the moans get faster. I bet she comes beautifully — her eyes sparkling and her mouth open. Fuck, I'm hard at the sound of fucking breathing. What the fuck has she done to me?

The moans mix together, forming one long line as I stroke my dick through my jeans. My mind creates phantoms, mixing them in with her pleasure, her soft moan morphs into my name and I'm two seconds away from getting my dick out when it all stops. Why didn't I get the place soundproofed? I would have missed out on hearing her but now I'm going to have to explain why I'm standing here with my hand over my dick.

I push one foot in front of the other as though the task of walking is something new. My hellion is already outside of her room when I turn through the hall, the back of her head in view while she stares at my door. She missed me too. If it was anyone else I'd think they were doing it with a motive, that they knew I'm here, but Ana doesn't play games or fuck with people's heads, their bodies, and organs when she's torturing them? Yes. Never anyone's mind.

Her head turns at the same time as her lips lifting and fuck me, she's breathtaking. Every day I pause when she lets her guard down and doesn't hide in front of me. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils still wide from the lust that she felt, yet it's the earphones blocking all sounds that have my attention. Her books are always about aliens, they're definitely for a mature audience though, and she doesn't have her contacts in.

Whatever is currently on my face has her brows coming together as I storm closer, unhappy with the distance and finally get her in my arms again. My hellion doesn't even fucking pause and wraps herself around me as I pick her up with my hands on her waist. There's no hesitation when I taste her beautiful smile and I rest her ass on my forearm, so she doesn't feel the impact of my creeping.

My other hand automatically goes to her neck, not tightening or squeezing, just to hold her breath in my hands like she does mine. She squeezes my nape, wanting me back on her lips as I kiss across her cheek. Fucking perfect. I'll give her whatever she wants as soon as I get out what I need.

"I missed you, lisichka."

It's been less than twenty-four hours, but I need her by my side at all times.

Her smile turns shy, and she squeaks, "You did?"

I nod against her lips as my sweet hellion hugs me, it's the first time without something catastrophic mentally weighing her down and this is more important than anything else. Retuning her embrace, I hold her to me as I go into our room and lay her on the bed. I'm not going to bring the shit of the day dealing with dickheads into our bed and she sits up on her elbows as I step back. She visually follows me around the room as I strip down to my boxers.

The tiny sliver of apprehension in her eyes wrecks me. I'd kill millions before I ever harmed a hair on her pretty head. Fuck. She's going to bolt as soon as I leave her alone. Pushing all my anger at the fuckers who have hurt her away, I keep my tone even, hoping she hears it's never directed at her.

"Stay here and read your book for me."

Her entire body relaxes, and she lays back, pressing play. She belongs in my space, as though it was made for her and designed to suit every feature she has.

I can't tear my eyes off her as I go into the adjoining bathroom and take the coldest shower I possibly can. The icy water isn't enough to counteract having everything I want on the other side of the door.

I've never showered quicker in my life and my hellion is laid with her head hanging over the edge of the bed when I step out of the bathroom. She's not listening to her book but watching something and I don't disturb her as I lay on the side closest to the door. She jackknifes up, pulls her earphones out, and her authoritative voice comes out.

"Why am I in your bedroom?"

Because it's ours.

I don't like the space between us and pull her closer so she's straddling my waist, if she goes further down there's going to be an assumption, so I hold her nape with one hand, the other goes to her thigh.

"I want you here, every night and every morning."

Her smile comes back seeing my sincerity and I pull her down to lay on my chest.Ana is the sweetest killer in existence as she kisses under my jaw and works her way up. No one has ever noticed that scar before, it's the only one I have on my body that wasn't from fighting but trying to break one up. She softly marks a path from my jaw to my lips as she makes soft spirals against my temple, and I map her body with my hands. Fuck me, those soft moans are barely audible, but they vibrate through her mouth into mine.

My hellion smirks against me and shuffles her ass down, knowing I'm gone for her in every meaning of the word. She gasps into my mouth as I flip her onto her back, there's no fear in her eyes but she's too in control. I want — need — her to be lost like me. Sitting up on my knees, I massage her thighs that are hugging my hips, readying to ask if she wants me to stop when she traces my body with those magnificent eyes. Her gaze stops on my crotch, specifically my dick trying to escape, and she lightly laughs as she says, "I thought you'd be small."

I look down then back to her because I have no idea what gave her any idea of my dick size, but she gives me insight to her thoughts.

"When you were pushing my head you did it in short strokes, so I thought you had a small dick. It's not a bad thing."

She tacks the last bit on like I'm offended. I don't assign my value to the size of my dick, that's in those unique fucking eyes looking up at me with a smile.I don't tell her that the whole TRR shit was pissing me off, or that I didn't want to risk anyone seeing her face.

Her expression changes and focuses on my chest as she hesitantly mumbles, "I trust you. I know you won't hurt me."

She's talking to herself, but I've never felt so fucking honored in my life. Flicking back up to me, she blows out a breath and smiles again.

My gratitude comes out as I kiss her cheek and softly ask, "Want me to stop, lisichka?"

My dick isn't the most important thing in the room, I can live without release, as much as her rage is fucking terrifying, hurting her is a bigger fear. My name will never be among the fuckers who have branded her body or made her need to live in her head.

Her sweet voice comes out as she strokes my back. "No, I was thinking about you before."

Oh fuck.

I didn't make it up, she was moaning my name, my fucking name was on her lips when she came. Holding her chin, I turn smug.

"Oh yeah, what were you thinking about?"

She's cute as fuck, blushing and looking between my eyes as she answers. "You were the alien Lekar."

I'd paint myself green if she keeps smiling at me like this. I blindly reach behind me for her phone and slide it across to her as I run my hand under her t-shirt and kiss her neck.

"Play it, lisichka."

Her earphones are still attached so I unplug them, setting them aside, while she taps away, getting her chapter ready.

One of the things I love about Ana is her confidence, she's never embarrassed about anything, but she hesitates when I try to remove her t-shirt. I don't try to lift it again and stroke my knuckles across her cheek.

"You are in control, I'm here for you to use and to make you feel good. You want me to stop? Just say it, okay?"

Her lips forms a small O as though it's a foreign concept for her to be cared for. Whatever realization she comes to has her relaxing and the smile coming back, but fire engulfs my blood as she lifts her t-shirt, unveiling the letters carved into her fucking stomach.

ЗЛО

Three fucking letters carved deep enough to form a raised keloid scar. Holding her waist, I press my lips to the mark that says she's wrong, evil, or anything but who she truly is. My beautiful hellion smiles softly, and presses play then sets her phone on the pillow beside her. Fuck me, the strength inside of her surpasses those of legends.