by Box Set
His eyes flash, and before I can take another breath, I’m pushed up against the tiles, his mouth moving in tandem with mine as he clutches at me under the steady stream of water pouring from the shower head. Luka’s hands burn a path over my flesh, warming the bare skin cooled from the tiles behind me. I can barely think as his hands rove over my body, gripping at the wet shirt that sits like a second skin on my chest.
When his hips press against mine, I’m once again aware of how exposed I am to him, and shame floods through me, replacing the heat his kiss created. How could he desire me? I’m a fucking toy… a whore for monsters who only want me for their pleasure.
“Luka,” I say his name against his lips, and the low groan he emits makes my stomach flutter.
“I can’t.” My words are barely audible. The pain I can hear in my own voice stretches through the silence around us, and he pulls away with a sharp exhale.
“Then I’ll stop. But you have no idea what you do to me, Evelina,” Luka states, and there’s an ache in his voice, mirroring the one in my heart.
Luka looks at me, and my own reflection in the misted glass behind him tells me that my cheeks are a dark shade of pink. I’m embarrassed he’s seen me being used and so vulnerable, and that every part of me has been ruthlessly displayed to him.
Breathing hard, Luka steps back, but in his eyes, shines the promise that whatever is happening between us isn’t over. I still don’t fully trust Luka, but I’m not sure my brain is going to win the war it’s currently waging with my heart, because I want to trust him.
Turning, Luka pulls his wet shirt from his body and drops it onto the shower floor, swiftly followed by his pants. I’m struck dumb by the sight of his body as he gets out of the shower and grabs a towel from a hook on the wall to wrap around himself. Then walking out of the bathroom, he closes the door behind him. In spite of the look he gave me, telling me he wants me, I can’t fight the small stab of rejection I feel to my heart when he leaves me in here. Logically I know he’s giving me space, and the privacy to collect myself without an audience, but it still fucking hurts.
Ripping off the ruined shirt I’m wearing, I toss it on the pile of clothes Luka left on the tiled floor. Immersing myself in the water, I scrub at my skin until it feels raw, tender and cleaner than I’ve felt in a long time. The smell of the body wash I use surrounds me in a calming cloud, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent.
No matter what I do, I fear I’ll never be able to fully erase the past from my mind, heart, and body, but maybe now, I can finally try. With the tracker gone, it’ll be harder for any more men to find us. I just need to place one last ounce of trust in Luka, and have faith he can make us disappear completely.
Stepping carefully out of the shower onto the damp bath mat, I grab the remaining towel and wrap it around myself, cocooning myself in the warm material and letting it soak up the moisture from my skin. Spotting the dry clothing sitting on the stand next to the sink, I move closer to see what’s there. I pick up the pile, noticing that there are two pairs of identical black sweats and two shirts, and realization dawns that one set is for me.
Smiling at the prospect of being able to cover myself properly, I quickly pull the items on, and though lamenting the lack of underwear, I’m simply grateful for being given proper clothing. The sweats are too big, so I roll up the legs and tug the drawstrings as tight as they’ll go before double-knotting them. Fresh, dry, and warm for the first time in days, I finally feel a small semblance of the normality I’ve been lacking for far too long.
24
LUKA
It took everything in me to leave Evelina in the shower, but I knew if I didn’t, I’d push her further than she could handle right now. After what happened at the house, and just now with the men in her room, I’m surprised she even let me get that close to her. I’ll give her a few moments to finish up, and then we need to get the hell out of here before more of them come for us. I’m fucking exhausted, and I doubt I’ll be able to hold them off a second time.
Grabbing some more clothes from the dresser, having left the other ones in the bathroom, I hurriedly dress and sit on the bed to wait for Evelina to finish. The bathroom door opens, and I look up to see her step out, fully clothed, and looking lighter than I’ve ever seen her, like some sort of weight has been lifted.
“You ready?” I ask, forcing myself not to stare.
Evelina nods. I notice her bare feet, so I reach over to open the drawer, tossing her a pair of socks, which she catches easily.
“No shoes, but it’s better than nothing,” I say.
“Thank you,” she responds quietly, pulling them onto her feet that look sore but not damaged from our escape.
Standing, I hold my hand out to her, and after a split second’s hesitation, Evelina takes it. Once again I’m leading her through the house, only this time we’re leaving. It’s no longer safe here. Grabbing a set of keys from a hook by the front door, we exit through the broken back door and move down the garden toward the garage at the opposite end, which is almost completely obscured by overgrowth.
Locating the security pad, I type in the code and push the door open. The musty scent of the garage reaches my nose, but I ignore it. I’m relieved to see the car is still here, untouched. Moving through the small brick building, I use the dim light coming through the windows to guide me and Evelina who’s following close behind. I press a button on the keys, and the car unlocks with a flash of its lights and a small beep.
Opening the door, I help Evelina into the car, and then hurrying around to the other side, I slide into the cool leather seat behind the wheel. I twist the key in the ignition, inwardly groaning with pleasure at the sound of the powerful vehicle coming to life. Revving the car to keep it ticking over, I then press the fob to open the garage door.
When it’s fully open, I release the handbrake and let the car roll slowly forward onto the street. Driving at a steady pace through the town, not wanting to draw attention to the car, I weave us through the streets until we hit the outskirts when I open up and let it fly down the highway.
“Where are we going?” Evelina asks, finally breaking the silence that has been sitting heavily around us since we left.
“Away from here, I haven’t exactly planned this out, but I was thinking back toward Moscow. It’s a big city, and it’s the last place they’d expect us to go. I have a safe house near there under an alias. We can stay there and lie low for a while,” I tell her.
Evelina doesn’t answer right away but looks at me for a long moment before saying sadly, “I’m never going to see my mum again, am I?”
Looking away from her, I gaze at the road ahead, maneuvering the car through the traffic around us. There’s no easy way to tell her this, but with the information that was in the file that Tatiana and her men now have, it’s probable that her mother’s already been murdered in some kind of ‘accident’. With no phone and needing to keep a low profile, I’ve no way to check in with the man I left watching the house back in England, not without risking us both.
“No,” I say slowly, “It’ll be safer for the both of you if you don’t. You’ll only put both of your lives at risk to ever go back.”
Evelina sniffles, and a small sob cracks her voice on her next words. “Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? I don’t mean back when you first took me, but after that. Why, Luka?”
Choosing not to answer her question, I ignore the pleading look in her eyes, which begs for answers I don’t know how to give.
“We’ll be on the road for a while. You should try to get some sleep,” I say, instead, feeling like an asshole and earning the glare she sends me before she turns away, giving me her back.
This woman will be the death of me, and I only hope it’s not literally. Checking the rearview mirror for a tail, I’m relieved to see the same smattering of cars gradually falling into the distance. After five hours of non-stop driving, I’m fighting to keep my eyes open. It’s been ages sinc
e I’ve had any sleep, and I’m fucking drained. Evelina is asleep in the passenger seat, and her deep, even breathing is the only sound apart from the heavy rumble of the car.
Deciding I’ll have to risk it, I pull into the parking lot of the next motel I see. I need to catch some sleep, or soon I’ll be wrapping us around a damn tree. When I’ve parked the car and switched off the ignition, Evelina jolts awake.
“Where are we?” she mumbles sleepily, moving to a more upright position and stretching as best she can in the confines of the car.
“A motel,” I answer, sighing heavily and rubbing my tired eyes.
Reaching across to the glove compartment in front of Evelina, I pull out the spare wallet I keep there, which has several fake ID’s, credit cards, and a wad of cash.
When we’re out of the car, I round on her, pushing her up against the door and whisper in her ear, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you to keep your mouth shut and don’t fucking push me. I’m sure you’ve realized by now I’m not the worst monster who could have you.”
Evelina’s eyes widen, and she nods silently, taking my hand when I offer it to her. Leading her across the parking lot to the front desk, I check us into a room, shooting her a warning look just in case she opens her mouth to protest. No fucking way are we having separate rooms when we’re on the run and could be caught at any moment.
25
EVELINA
When we get to the room, Luka cautiously enters, no doubt expecting someone to be waiting in ambush for us. My blood is pulsing with fear, and I keep looking over my shoulder, and when he motions for me to enter, I dart into the room, shutting and locking the door behind me. Turning to face Luka, I see the hint of a smile teasing the edge of his lips, and feel my heart stutter. Moving farther into the room, I take in the bland and simple decorations, and the hint of smoke that clings to the air, probably from the previous guests.
A double bed is the most prominent piece of furniture in the room, and I stare at it, not wanting to think about what our sleeping arrangements are going to be.
“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Luka says, nodding at the two seater up against the wall by the window.
My eyes track across the room, and settle on the tiny couch.
Shaking my head, I tell him with a short laugh, “You take the bed… there’s no way you could sleep on that, you’re too tall. I’ll be fine, you need the sleep more than I do anyway.”
Luka looks at me thoughtfully, and his eyes wander over to the couch, back to me, and then finally to the bed. With a short nod, he sits on the bed, bending over to remove his boots before stretching out on the mattress with a low groan and heavy sigh. Biting back the smile that threatens to break out, I curl up on the couch and switch on the TV to some mundane movie. I lower the volume and let the soft voices and music flowing from the speakers soothe me to sleep.
Jolted awake by the sound of screaming, a warm and heavy hand clamps down over my mouth, and I realize the noise is coming from me. With a click, the room is suddenly bathed in the soft light from the bedside lamp, and I can see everything in the room: the warm shadows created by the lamp, and the gentle illumination of Luka’s face as he looks at me with concern.
“Another nightmare, Evelina. It’s me, and you’re not there anymore,” Luka’s voice calms the torment washing through me until I feel myself breathing easier.
Lifting me from the couch, he carries me across the room to the bed where he sets me down and sits beside me. Before I can think too long on my reasons for wanting to, I grab Luka’s hand and shuffle across the bed, pulling him down next to me. The bed dips with his weight, and the well used mattress-springs, creak beneath the two of us. Luka’s presence behind me is distracting, and I know I won’t find sleep easily after the nightmare, but having him so close, relaxes me in a way I would never have expected.
I can feel his eyes on my back, so I roll over to face him. Neither of us say anything, we just breathe quietly into the gap between us. Something in Luka’s gaze draws me in, and I’m mesmerized by the intensity shining from his eyes, which are fixed on my face. Leaning forward, I press my lips against his. It’s the first kiss I’ve ever given someone else. I’ve been kissed before, but Luka is the only man I’ve ever kissed back, and this is the first time I’ve ever initiated kissing anyone, and for some strange reason, I’m glad it was him.
Luka’s mouth chases mine as I move to break the kiss, so I throw myself into it. Our mouths and tongues fight for control, tasting and teasing each other. It’s never been like this, and I want more of it…more of him. Twisting my fingers through his hair, I tug him closer, moving so that our bodies are pressed together. Then Luka curls his arm around my waist with his palm flat on my back, and he rolls me on top of him.
He doesn’t do anything more, just keeps kissing me as though our lives depend on it, and in some way, I suppose they do. All I know is that right now, the last thing I want to do is stop, not even for breath. Moving my hands down Luka’s face and along the stubble coating his jaw to his shoulder, I moan into his mouth when his palms start rubbing slowly up and down my back.
My body feels hot, and I can’t seem to get close enough. Gripping the edge of his shirt, I lift it and slide my hands across his hard, toned stomach and up his chest, feeling the smooth skin and the uneven bumps of old scars beneath my fingers. Luka growls into my mouth, and it sends tingles through my body, but when he tugs at my shirt and his hands find my bare back, I feel like I’m going to combust.
“Touch me,” I say against his lips, breathing the words into his mouth.
Luka doesn’t need to be told twice, and soon his hands are all over me, branding me everywhere they land, and I don’t want him to stop. A soft whimper escapes my lips when he cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing against my nipples until they tighten into peaks. Luka breaks the kiss and rips the shirt over my head, and I take the moment to do the same with his. Before I can lean back down to kiss him, he sits up and attacks my neck with his mouth, sucking and gently biting, and then trails his tongue down over my collar bone to latch onto my nipple.
Luka’s name leaves my lips on a gasp, and his groan vibrates through me, making me shiver as he sweeps his tongue over the sensitive peak, and turns his attention to my other breast.
“Luka,” I moan, swept up in the simple pleasure he’s giving me with his mouth.
It’s almost too much, yet not enough, and I can feel how wet I’m getting from just having Luka’s mouth on my body, and I’m aching for more. Running my hands down his arms and scratching lightly down his back, I can’t stop myself from grinding against his hardening cock, which is digging into my pussy,
“Fuck, Evelina,” Luka curses, his heavy breath hot against my feverish skin.
Luka’s hands find my hips, and he grinds himself against me until I’m writhing on top of him. The way he’s dry fucking me, makes me hotter than ever.
“Take them off,” I rasp, feeling like I’m about to lose my mind as my fingers fumble with the knot in the drawstrings of my sweats. Luka flips me, so I’m on my back, and he’s hovering above me, his own sweats already shoved halfway down his legs. When mine are finally undone, Luka leans back and slowly peels them from my body before tossing them across the room. I feel like screaming at how agonizingly slowly he runs his hands up my bare legs, moving his body up until his hard cock is nudging at my aching pussy.
26
LUKA
Pausing, I can feel the heat of Evelina’s pussy teasing my cock, and I want so fucking much to drive it into her and claim her for myself.
“Do it,” Evelina whispers, her eyes are like molten chocolate as she stares deeply into mine, and at her words I slowly enter her, groaning at how wet and tight she is.
“Luka,” she whimpers, so fucking sweetly, it sends the blood surging to my already painfully hard cock.
This girl is a fucking angel, sent to earth to be ruined by monsters who want to cover her in darkness and keep her for
themselves. Evelina is more than the light that shines inside her, she’s the fucking balm to the darkest parts of me.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groan, pulling back, only to slam back into her pussy, filling her completely.
Evelina’s moans fill the room, mixed with our heavy breaths and my low grunts as I take her, fucking her to the edge of bliss and watching her tumble over it. Her eyes are wild as the pleasure wracks through her body, but I don’t stop moving, never losing the pace and rhythm. Evelina is soon chasing a second orgasm, meeting my deep strokes with her hips until I’m holding her up with my hands on her pert little ass.
Angling her gorgeous body beneath me, I pound into her with powerful drives of my hips, fucking her hard and relentlessly, and not letting up until she’s a screaming mess beneath me. Evelina chants my name over and over until her pussy is clenching around my cock as she reaches another orgasm, and forces me into my own. I roar out her name while I fill her hot depths with my release.
Collapsing on the bed next to her, I pull Evelina close to me, fitting her sweaty naked body against mine, and panting as I fight to catch my breath. She is always stunning, but nothing can compare to seeing her come apart beneath me, and I want to watch her unravel over and over again. However, fatigue sweeps over me and not bothering to stay awake, instead, I let sleep claim me.
When I open my eyes, Evelina is nowhere to be seen, and a potent mix of anger and worry bubbles to the surface. The sound of water running in the bathroom draws my attention, and I let out a sigh of relief when Evelina walks back into the room. When she refuses to look at me, annoyance prickles through my blood, and I grind my teeth to keep from snapping at her. Grabbing my clothes, I pull them on, deciding to let her play the regret game, for now at least.
Evelina takes my hand without hesitation when I offer it, and as much as I want to scoff at how ridiculous she's being, I'm more interested in moving on from here as quickly as possible. Paying for the room in cash, I check us out, and soon enough we’re back on the highway.
