Sordid

by Nikki Sloane

  He grinned widely, and I wished I could see all of it rather than just his profile.

  “You should do that more often,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Smile. It’s so rare, but you look amazing when you do it.”

  He took his eyes off the road for a moment, glancing at me. “Maybe I will.”

  My pulse flared. What was happening to me? Everything was hopelessly twisted.

  We were still twenty minutes from the house when Luka suddenly exited the freeway. I sat up in my seat, confused, and saw how on edge Luka appeared. “What’s wrong?”

  “The same car has behind us for a long time.”

  Anxiety tightened my voice. “You think someone’s following us?”

  “No.” His gaze locked on the rearview mirror. “Fuck, maybe. He’s exiting, too.”

  There wasn’t enough air in the car to breathe. I clenched my hands around the seatbelt strap and hung on as Luka drove the car down the dark and rural road. A single pair of headlights followed behind. We crested a hill and he turned off into a new subdivision that was in the beginning stages of being built. Only the model home was up, the rest had probably been cornfields three months ago.

  The car didn’t follow us.

  Luka snaked the BMW through the maze of roads, circling in a cul-de-sac, and parked. We waited for someone to appear, but after a stressful minute, it seemed unlikely. He undid his seatbelt and massaged away the crease in his forehead.

  “I’m all wound up,” he said. His hand came down, and he adjusted as if an idea had just occurred to him. “Get in the back seat.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not waiting until we get home. I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers right now.” His voice grew with intensity on each word. “Work you until your pussy’s dripping wet.”

  It sent a rush of heat straight between my legs, and my mouth fell open. Would I ever get used to his vulgar mouth?

  “Then,” he added, his gaze on my parted lips, “when you’re good and ready, you’ll slide down on my cock and I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming.”

  My chest rose and fell with each enormous breath I pulled in. The desire for him was overwhelming. Too powerful to resist.

  “And I know how to make you scream, don’t I?” His voice was velvet. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Get in the back seat.”

  I shrugged out of my coat, got out of the car, and darted into the spacious back. He moved just as quickly as I did, and we were both sliding over the leather bench of the back seat at the same time. I heard the snap of his fingers, and instantly my legs parted. I spread wide for him as he covered my mouth with his.

  Being with Luka was insanity. I was crazy and perverted, but I liked the feeling.

  He’d raped me. He controlled me. And I was beginning to wonder if he might love me.

  “Oh,” I whimpered. He pushed my panties to the side and drove a finger deep inside while his tongue traced the edge of my ear. I clutched at his arm, holding on to his strong bicep while his finger pumped in and out.

  “You need another,” he said. A second finger pushed inside. “Such a good girl. You love how my fingers fit inside you. You’re clenching so tight on them.” Because his mouth was close, it was like his words were inside my head. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it.”

  I gasped. “I love it.”

  “You love what?”

  I undulated my hips to make him move faster. “Your fingers inside me.”

  “Anywhere, too, you fucking slut. You go wild when I press my thumb against your tight asshole. You squirm, just begging me to slip it in.”

  I closed my eyes against the rush his visual gave me. “Yes.”

  “You’re so goddamn perfect.” He growled it. “There’s no one else like you. No one,” he took a breath, “except for me.”

  I trembled right on the edge, but Luka didn’t keep me waiting long. His other hand got to work, stirring and teasing, hurling me into chaos. I came hard, bearing down on the fingers buried inside and moaning his name.

  Bliss was still dissipating from my core when he grabbed my panties and yanked them down. “Off.”

  I lifted my hips, slipped the underwear down my legs, and abandoned them on the floorboard. Outside it was freezing, but under Luka’s intense look I might as well have been standing in the Sahara. I was so hot, I wanted to rip my dress off. He had entirely too many clothes on, too.

  But rather than remove anything, he fitted his hands on my waist and urged me to get on top, straddling his lap. He pushed the curtain of my hair out of his way and kissed me with his hot mouth. Beneath me, he was hard and ready, and I ground against his erection, but it didn’t satisfy. It only made the want in me stronger. His hands crushed against my breasts, pinching and twisting, stealing my breath. It made me swivel my hips and slide my tongue against his.

  His tone was sinful. “You’re making a mess on my pants, rubbing on me like that. You want me to go to work tomorrow wearing your dirty cum on me? Are you marking your territory?”

  I’d done it because it felt good, but his corrupt idea got my blood to boil. “Are you my territory?”

  His teeth were sharp at my neck. “Like my cock wants anyone else. Undo my pants. I fucking need to be inside you. I’m about to run out of patience and I won’t be nice when it happens.”

  “You’re not nice,” I said.

  His mouth curled into an evil smile. He’d warned me of that our first night together, and now I believed it, but I also knew I didn’t want nice. I slipped a hand between the space of our bodies and fumbled with his belt buckle. He didn’t help me. Worse, he got in my way as he tried to undo the zipper at the back of my dress, making the space to work in smaller. I slid the end of his belt free, dropped his zipper, and shoved my hand inside, closing it around the hot and hard bar of flesh.

  The windows had frosted over so we could no longer see out of them, but foreign white light grew from outside, lighting the car interior. Another car was coming.

  Suddenly, bright light poured in, and not just white. It strobed red and blue as well.

  Chapter

  Twenty-Four

  Luka dumped me out of his lap and hurried to do up his pants. “Fuck, fuck!”

  I yanked up the zipper on my dress so quickly it jammed, and smoothed my hair down, tucking the sides behind my ears. Blood roared through me and my heart pounded. When my gaze went to the floorboard, I saw my discarded underwear. There wasn’t time to put it back on. The cop car had parked and a door thudded shut as the officer got out. I kicked the panties under the seat and pressed my hands into my lap.

  Luka was all the way on the other side of the back seat, sitting still and calm, even though he was breathing rapidly. He looked emotionless, as if whatever was in the trunk wasn’t a terrifying concern.

  The cop, a man in his forties, hadn’t reached the BMW when Luka rolled down the window as much as the safety feature would allow. The officer accessed the situation, peering into the back seat with his blinding flashlight.

  “Evening, folks,” he said, his voice gruff. “Are you having car trouble?” His tone left no doubt he knew what we’d been up to when he’d arrived.

  “No, sir,” Luka said. “We just stopped to have a conversation.”

  “Hmm. You kids have IDs?”

  Luka dug his wallet out, and handed over his driver’s license. “She left her purse at home.”

  The cop stared at Luka’s ID, and then the flashlight focused in on my face. I squinted against it, unable to see anyone. Don’t look guilty, Addison.

  “Everything okay, miss?”

  I swallowed thickly. All it would take was one word from me. I’d had an opportunity to run tonight, but this . . . This could end it all. Not just set me free, but put Luka away. His fate rested entirely in my hands, and as my vision adjusted and I saw his face, it was clear he knew this. His eyes were desperate chaos.

  I could tell

myself I was doing it for trust, or out of worry for my family, but it was a lie. Faced with the sudden decision, my dark connection to Luka had grown too powerful to sever.

  “Yes, sir,” I said. “I’m fine.” I squeezed out a tight smile.

  It did the trick, because the officer handed the plastic card back to Luka. “You can’t park here. Find somewhere else for your conversation.”

  “Yes, of course. Thank you.”

  We hurried to the front seat, and as soon as I was buckled, we were off. We rode in total silence until he was back on the freeway and I could breathe again.

  His word was gentle. “Why?”

  “What?”

  “I could be sitting in the back of his squad car right now.”

  I watched the reflectors on the guardrails blur past as I assembled my thoughts in my head. “I don’t want that.”

  “Why?” He repeated it with more urgency, and perhaps it was tinted with hope.

  Because I cared about him. “Because you and I,” I said, taking a deep breath, “are similar creatures.”

  He rewarded me with his perfect smile.

  π

  Goran Markovic’s Christmas Eve party started in less than an hour. I put on my blue dress and finished getting ready, but apprehension bounced around inside me like a dozen pinballs. Luka was in the walk-in closet, his collar up, and he was balancing the ends of his tie when I appeared in the doorway.

  “I’m not sure I can do this,” I admitted. His family was criminals, and I wasn’t anxious to meet any more of them.

  “Why?” He looped the end of his tie over the other.

  “I don’t know. Probably because the last time I saw your father I was naked from the waist down. And, oh yeah, he threatened to kill me and my family.”

  “That won’t happen.” Luka slowed to a stop, abandoning his goal, and the tie fell open. He encased me in his arms so his hands were warm against the exposed skin on my back. “That’s over. You’re mine, and they know it. No one would touch you, so don’t even think about them.”

  It was hard to do. I had a lifetime of caring about other’s opinions to brush off. His family was going to look down on the poor farm girl who had no business being in their lives.

  Of course Luka could read the thoughts going on in my head. “Fuck them, whatever they think. You’re smart, and beautiful, and pure.” His eyes filled with intensity. “They’ll be envious. Maybe even jealous of what you have, but it doesn’t matter, because they’re beneath you, Addison. Every last one of them, including me.”

  I squeezed my grip on his shoulders to support myself, and gazed at him with disbelief. He was the most confident person I’d ever met, and he thought I was better than him?

  “We make an appearance,” he added, “and then we’re out of there.”

  The party was strangely normal. The Markovic family was large, and the main living area was packed with adults talking while kids darted through parents’ legs and stole cookies from the dessert tray before dinner. The nine-foot-tall Christmas tree was decorated exclusively in gold and looked like it belonged in a department store rather than a home. I’d always preferred the trees littered with homemade ornaments in various states of wear. Plus, the gold was gaudy and over the top.

  Luka kept his arm around me as we made our rounds. I was introduced to dozens of people, but never spoke unless directly asked a question. Not only was I extremely uncomfortable, but this would speed along our exit.

  Vasilije lingered in the kitchen, drinking a beer and talking with two men, one of whom I recognized. Michael, Dimitrije’s bodyguard. Vasilije glanced at his older brother, then to me, and a smile quirked on his lips.

  The relationship between brothers was strange. Luka rarely talked about Vasilije. He’d seemed just as envious of his younger brother as I was mine, when it came to being popular and well-liked. But like me, he was also fiercely protective. Vasilije was eager to get involved in the criminal side of the family business, but both Dimitrije and Goran made it clear they wanted Luka to step up. As reluctant as Luka was, I sensed he’d do whatever he could to prolong the inevitable for his brother.

  “Hey there, naughty schoolgirl,” Vasilije said. His gaze wandered over my dress, and . . . holy crap, was he checking me out?

  I tried to emulate Luka’s confidence. “Hey there, Satan.”

  Luka laughed. It was brief, but it was amazing to hear the genuine sound. Vasilije laughed as well, but his was wicked. His expression was lecherous, and instinctively I shifted closer to Luka.

  “Her name’s Addison,” Luka said.

  “Yeah, I know.” Vasilije’s face melted into boredom. “Dad’s told me all about your wife. I’ll try to keep out of your way.”

  “What?”

  Vasilije took the final sip from his bottle of beer and dropped it into the recycling bin nearby with a loud clank. “I’m coming back to the house after the break’s over.”

  “Why? What’s wrong with your frat?”

  “Nothing. But you have to be a student at Randhurst, and I’m currently not anymore.”

  Anger seeped into the corners of Luka’s face. “You flunked out? Jesus Christ, Vasilije.”

  His brother was indifferent. “College isn’t for everyone. I tried it, and determined it’s not for me.” Displeasure smeared on Luka’s face and Vasilije rolled his eyes. “It’s a big fucking house, get over it.”

  The hairs on the back of my neck lifted and tingled. Someone was watching me. I glanced over my shoulder and instantly found Dimitrije, who stared at me with disdain. His attention slowly drifted back to the man he was talking to. The conversation seemed . . . intense.

  Vasilije must have noticed what I was looking at. “The fucking Russians. They keep pushing, and Dad’s gonna have to do something.”

  “Be quiet.” Luka’s tone was stern.

  We all watched the exchange in silence. When the man left, Dimitrije’s attention returned to me, and under his exacting gaze, I shivered.

  “You’re cold?” Luka’s palm slid up and down my arm, trying to warm me.

  I pressed my lips together and nodded. Around Dimitrije, my bones turned to ice.

  “All right.” Luka pressed his hand into the small of my back, urging me deeper into the kitchen. “I have to introduce you to my uncle, and then we can go.”

  Goran Markovic was as intimidating as his younger brother Dimitrije. Goran’s nose wasn’t perfectly straight, as if it had been broken and never healed right, and his eyes were cold and intelligent. He stood taller than his brother, with more gray in his hair, but it made him look distinguished. Wise, and calculating.

  “This is my girlfriend,” Luka said.

  “Addison.” Goran gave a similar smile as Luka’s. Only a corner turned up. He extended a hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  There was no way to stop the tremble as I shook his hand. My voice was choked, barely able to be heard over the party. “You too, Mr. Markovic.”

  His hand was like iron, and he didn’t release his grip. “I need to say thank you.”

  “Thank you?”

  “For getting Luka to agree to look at my finances. I’m not sure if he told you, but he discovered my last accountant was stealing from me.”

  “Oh?” I glanced at Luka, but his expression was flat. His eyes were tight, disguising whatever emotion he was feeling. “No, he doesn’t talk about that with me.”

  Relief took over when Goran released my hand. Again he flashed the pleased smile. “Well, I’m glad to finally have someone I trust looking after my investments.”

  “Is that what you’re doing?” Luka said. “Are you investing in a private wine club downtown? I was putting together the tax documents this morning and you spent five figures there this year.”

  Goran’s expression shifted as if recalling a good memory. “No, not investing. They carry an exclusive wine I can’t get elsewhere.” His gaze turned to me. “Talking taxes on Christmas Eve? While I appreciate his work ethic, do you?”

  I wasn’t sure what to respond with, and looked to Luka for help.

  But it wasn’t needed. Goran chuckled softly. “You probably do. Luka says you’re driven. And he told me you’re going to medical school. Congratulations.”

  “Thank you.”

  His gaze held mine just a fraction too long, and my shiver was back. He eyed me as if assessing my potential, and all I could do was think about how this man had ordered the death of Luka’s mother. Goran reached abruptly into his suit jacket pocket and retrieved a buzzing phone, then motioned to the party.

  “I’ll let you kids get back to it. Excuse me.”

  We drifted toward the main room, and exhaustion slammed into me. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could handle being the doll in a pretty dress on Luka’s arm. I whispered to him. “Can we go?”

  “I already texted our driver.”

  I sagged into the warm back seat as soon as the car arrived—my dress of silk and lace weighed a million pounds under my coat. Luka loosened the knot at his neck, and his hand came to rest on my knee. I shifted closer and leaned into him.

  It’d been two months since we’d sat in costumes in the back seat of one of his cars, heading toward his house. We were still in costumes now, but everything else was different.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” he said.

  My breath hitched. “Thank you.”

  I set my hand on top of his, and traced patterns on the back of his palm. The only sound was the pavement steadily rolling beneath tires as the car carried us through the night. He looked beautiful tonight, too, but then, he always did.

  “I paid off your student loan.”

  I stopped tracing my patterns. “You did what?”

  “Your interest rate was ridiculous, and it pissed me off. So I paid it.”

  My mind floundered. What was his motivation? What angle was he working? “I can’t let you do that.”

  “Yes, you can.” His eyebrow bent into an upside-down V. “It’s already done, anyway. They’re not going to give me my money back.”

  “Luka—”

  “I didn’t do it to trap you. There’s no strings attached, so you’ll accept this from me, understand?” His voice was quiet, yet firm. I nodded slowly, too stunned to render an answer. His displeased look softened. “Good. Merry Christmas, Addison.”

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