34. Dima

THIRTY-FOUR

Dima

T he act I love of having Ana in my arms is being bastardized with the current situation. I'm not letting any of the cunts see her, she is mine, they don't get shit from her. I make sure her mask is covering her face, keeping my fingers flat on the sides of her neck, and I push my hand between her thighs to cover her.

My hellion tucks her chin to her chest, hunches her shoulders forward and pretends to ride me without any enjoyment. I can feel the air charge with the attention it's getting. It intensifies when she shudders, pretending to sob, and there's a fist around my heart, killing me. The normal reaction coming from the tables surrounding us makes sense, why would you fuck someone when they get no pleasure? But the three cunts hiding in the shadows like it.

Fucking someone is about mutual pleasure. I get off on seeing how Ana comes undone, her breaths coming faster, her moans and the way she stares like the universe has opened up. This shit isn't for me, even people who enjoy causing pain or receiving it wouldn't want this. It's about power over another person and knowing they hate it.It's about pain and ego, not pleasure and release. I need her pleasure to feel some sanity and press my fingers over her panties.

"When we get home, you're going to come for me until you feel like you're going to pass out."

I might make her pass out anyway, hit a new count on the clicker so I can remove this shit from my memory. The softest moan floats through the bottom of her mask and I can feel her pulse speed up against my hand, so I only focus on her.

"Then, you're going to give me more, aren't you, lisichka?"

Her whine is adorable and we're both struggling to maintain the act.

"You're making it hard."

Good. She makes me hard every second of the day.

I force a normal conversation as I stroke her neck with my thumb, instead of throwing her over my shoulder and getting the fuck out of here like I want to.

"What did I miss in your new book?"

She's been too tired to play them before bed and Val's meddling has meant I don't have my usual snippets through the day.

"The human ship found the planet and Sawyer's boyfriend found her with Lekar."

Fuck, she's soaking through her panties. She doesn't say anything more and her eyes are fixed on the private doors as the three fuckers walk through them.The woman turns, giving the room one last glance and her face is purposefully bland. There's nothing striking about her features, they're all smoothed as though she's been designed to be unmemorable.

I hate how I tense, knowing I'm going detest Ana's idea before it even leaves her mouth.

"Pretend I've passed out and leave me alone in one of the rooms."

Fuck no. My hand tightens around her throat, not to hurt her, to keep the hellion with me.

"I can do it, please, Dima."

Dragging her head back until it's resting on my shoulder, my anger looks like it's directed at her rather than on her behalf.

"If someone touches you, fucking breathes the same air as you, I will become a bigger psycho than you and all of your family combined."

I can't leave her when I don't know who the threat is, but my hellion whispers sweet murder as she tries to turn, and her mask brushes my jaw. "I'll kill them, I promise, you'll watch and if anyone comes in, we'll do it together." She deflates and begs, "Please, I need to find her."

Her sanity is tied up with Nina's location, I can't take it away from her. Standing without saying anything, I pull her dress down and grab her hand, roughly pulling her towards those bastard doors. What my woman wants she gets, even if it's going to kill me in the process.

My eagerness isn't to get inside her, it's to get the fuck out of this fucking place so I can erase what's going to happen from my memory. She stays in step with me and squeezes my hand, even in a situation like this she's cute as fuck. The door she chooses is the one in the shadows, the one furthest away from the normal people who won't even have a thought of entering when she's passed out. I push her against the door as soon as we enter and I'm about to lift her mask when she hardens her eyes and whispers, "Cameras."

How hard would it be to cover up a massacre? It can't be that difficult, if I get caught I could always plead insanity, but then Ana would be doing this shit alone.

Our masks knock against each other as I grab her throat and speak against her ear.

"Tell me you're mine, that you won't let them touch you. Tell me you'll kill them all, lisichka."

I'm begging, I don't give a fuck, I can't walk out of here, leaving her alone. She presses her neck harder into my hand, easily agreeing with each point as she wrecks me.

"You're my best friend, I trust you." But my sweet hellion has to fuck with me further. "Throw me on the bed and wrap both hands around my neck, I'll pretend to pass out. I know you won't hurt me."

The action hits too close to a memory.She softens and pretends to push against my chest as she pulls the shit out of my head.

"You're not him, you won't do it really, it's just pretend, remember?"

I don't move and sadness fills her voice. "It's okay, you don't have to, I'm sorry."

"Dima?" she sweetly whispers my name and I shut off. I'm not the person throwing my woman across a room. I'm not straddling her while she struggles with hands wrapped around her neck. It's not me, it's not Ana.

And she pulls me back.

"Thank you, can we get burgers on the way home?"

She's a crazy person, but I agree, and I wouldn't change her for the world and its riches.

The mask is helping to forge the image of me hurting her without any real brutality as she forces her limbs to go limp and keeps whispering to keep me here.

"I'll have a burger and you'll have a cake."

When Ana drops her head, her body limp, I think I went too far until she quietly says, "I know you respect me, it's all fake, Dima."

The urge to move her body so she's comfortable itches at me and my anger is building to a fever pitch.So, I abruptly turn to sell the fucked up image that I've choked her out and the door slams when I leave my life laid out on a bed for some fuck to take advantage of. She better fucking kill them, play with their eyeballs, and turn them into a human slot machine again. I'll do the same with any of their other organs, play fucking catch with the cunt's lungs, anything to get this anger to leave.

I push past some dickhead that's suspect number one as the masked prick looks at the closed door and I grumble, "She passed out."

I'm going to kill him.

"If you tell the bar they'll lock off the room and send someone to check on you both," he says like a normal person, not a sick one.

I nod and he walks away. The hallway is filling up as a show is put on in a viewing window and I stick to the wall, looking for the perfect spot to watch that door.I check each arm of anyone I pass and there's no one matching Nina's description in the crowd or the rooms.

If she's managed to escape her fate while my woman is putting herself at risk, I'll make sure she knows more torment until the end of her days for not putting Ana at ease. I don't know how long I stand there when there's no movement from the door I left her in, but something inside of me tells me to move, cutting through the crowd lining the hallway to watch people fuck, then I'm in the room before my body has registered my feet moving.

Some cunt is laid on top of her. Ana has one fucking boot on, and I see red before the walls do.

There's blood on her skin as I drag him back, off her bloody body. No. He's a dead weight but all I can see is the sticky trail of liquid covering her face and neck. Snapping his neck so I can focus on my woman, I take her in my arms and I've never been happier to see the dull brown that lacks any depth as she blinks.

"I'm okay, I just didn't feel like torture." Lifting her foot up that still has the boot on, she adds, "Not the right footwear."

I think I laugh. Or I'm crying. Who fucking knows when I thought she was dead. I'm sure she can't breathe as I hug her to me, but she doesn't stop me, her hand strokes over my hair as the other tries to hold on to me just as tight.

"I won't survive you, lisichka, don't ever try and make me."

I'll die first, it's the only thing that makes fucking sense, living without her would be worse than death. That unbothered state of hers doesn't allow anything to sink in and my hellion asks, "Can I have my shoe back? It's in his neck."

When I don't move, she tries to wriggle free and there's urgency in her movements.

"Ten seconds and the cameras come back on."

My clever girl, so fucking intelligent it's more terrifying than her violence.She gets into character as I quickly put her boot back on and allows her body to hang as though she's been tortured. I wrap my jacket over her shoulders to hide as much of her as possible as we walk out. There are two fucks waiting for us as soon as we step out the doors and they look at me with camaraderie. Sick fucks. They silently guide us to a hidden exit, and they look down, noting the number on our hands before fucking off.

She keeps her voice low as she satisfies her one-track mind.

"Did you find her? Is she inside?"

I hate disappointing her and kiss the top of her head as I say, "I'm sorry, lisichka."

She deflates, nodding to herself. This is what she's been doing since she was sixteen years old. Fuck. All this time I assumed her need for violence was genetic, it's environmental, from whatever Len and Yulia did to her growing up to everything she's witnessed on her search for Nina. It's in me now and I copy her therapy.

"I need to kill someone."

Her snort laugh comes out as though I'm not being serious, all the rage inside of me needs to fucking leave.

Ana makes sure we're not being followed as we get in the car, and I put as much distance between that shit and us. When she's satisfied, she rips her mask off and pushes the armrest away from between the seats. Her lips land on my cheek, chasing away some of my anger as her sweetness comes out.

"Thank you, I know you didn't want to do it."

That sweetness turns to sin when she goes lower. I'm half looking at the road and confused as fuck at what she's doing.

When her fingers land on my belt, I push my hips back. The first time she sucks my dick will be when I can see, not in the dead of fucking night. I can't even tell her that when she switches back to being sweet.

"I want to make you feel good, please will you let me?"

Sitting on her knees waiting for me to agree like we both know I will, she turns on the autopilot feature.She's a hellion, my hellion who is formidable and terrifying, but I'll protect her with my life. Stretching over her, I clip the seat belt in place like it will do shit other than give me peace of mind. Her smile comes out, knowing she's getting what she wants, and I undo my belt and zipper. I'm not prepared for the sight of her hand around me in the low light, all that's missing is a ring on her finger.

Fuck me, when she wraps her lips around me, I'm dead. Ana hums as though this is the most pleasurable experience of her life and I stroke down her back. Reaching her ass, I squeeze and she's perfect, pushing her panties off her hips with one hand. My perfect woman doesn't stop there and plants one foot on the floor, opening herself up to me as she sucks on the tip of my dick.

"Fuck, you're only on the tip and I'm close."

She smiles up at me, threatening to kill us both as I collect her hair together, she keeps those magnificent eyes locked on me while leaving a trail of wet open-mouthed kisses down my length. Her lips push out around me before she switches to her tongue and fully wrecks me. She licks every inch of my dick, but it's the words on her tongue that have my heart soaring.

"I licked it so you're mine."

My hand flexes on her nape, pushing her head further down and my voice is too rough.

"Open up and take your dick, moya krasotka."

Her smile is the widest it's ever been and my weakness as she wraps that curve around me. She's already soaked as I cup her pussy from behind, but she shakes her head when I try to push my fingers inside her. Taking her warm, wet mouth off my dick, she tilts her head up to look at me and softly asks, "This is for you, let me make you feel good like you do for me?"

My hand flexes with the urge to fuck her face, but I'm not going to pull on her hair when she's worked so hard for the strands to stop falling out. She slowly lowers her mouth on me again and my head falls back to stop myself from coming down her pretty little throat.

"Fuucccckk."

A groan works through my chest, vibrating around the car and Ana fucking moans around me. She's leaking down her thighs as she slowly tortures me, bobbing up and down my dick.

"Is your pretty pussy soaked for my fingers or because of my dick in your mouth, lisichka?"

Letting me go with a wet pop, she strokes me from base to tip and flicks her tongue against my slit, lapping up my pre-cum with another moan. "You taste nice, I like it."

My hand drops to her nape, and I squeeze as she hollows her cheeks, massaging me and she pushes her head down, taking me into the back of her throat.

The gag is better than any symphony, only beaten when it's accompanied with choked moans — my woman is getting off on me like I do her. There's nowhere for me to pull over and I can't drag her off with her eagerness counteracting me. Pushing two fingers into her, my voice comes out rough, seeing the streetlights and usual traffic ahead.

"Up, no one sees you other than me."

She pouts. She fucking pouts and huffs as she looks up and sees the same thing as me, other cars that would get a glimpse of her bent over which is never going to happen. She pulls her dress down and sits back in her seat to stare out of the window as she mumbles, "I was having fun."

Her breath hitches as she watches the reflection of me tasting her from my fingers and she fidgets, squeezing her thighs together before tucking me away with longing.