I flip her over, slamming her back down on the hood, her chest flush with the metal. Josslyn spreads her legs, and I waste no time before yanking her dress off her hips then admiring her naked form for a moment.
I run my hand along the shaft and over the tip of my dick. It feels like satin over stone.
I stroke it a couple of times then ram it into her tight, wet opening. The sensation is a power in itself, threatening to knock me to my knees from the intensity of how good it feels to be inside her.
I lean over her, wrapping my hand around her throat. Then I pull up, craning her neck to look back at me as I grind harder and harder inside of her. My palm squeezes her neck, playing with danger.
Moments ago, I wanted nothing more than to choke the life from her body, but when her eyes blazed with lust, I transformed my impulse from taking her life to merely taking her.
She screams out in pleasure, and her body clenches down on mine. I don’t slow down. I grab the back of her hair, coil it around my hand, and turn her head.
“Look at me,” I demand in a gritty, low tone as I continue to ram into her hard and fast. “Josslyn,” I command again, and she opens her eyes. “I’m going to make you come, and it will change your life forever.”
She cries out, whimpering from the life-altering experience of this moment. I can feel it, too. This is a turning point for us. She feels like no other, her body molding perfectly to mine.
She nods her head, and I pound even harder. My pelvis collides with her ass as I pump vigorously deep inside of her. She takes every inch of me. Every hard, penetrating inch, and the feeling is unforgettable.
I let go of her hair and grab her hips, pulling her body back with every thrust until she finally erupts and screams out.
My body is about to explode with hers, but I want her to see my face when I release. I want her to know how she affects me. How, in the blink of an eye, she can send me in a blind rage then pull me into a feverish pit of desire.
I pull out, flip her over, and slam back into her before she has time to process what just happened. Then, as I connect our pelvises again, I demand, “Look at me.” My voice is gruff and gritty.
She flutters her eyes open, and as we connect our gazes, I explode inside her. My release pulses from my dick, and I fall forward. My head is light and my body feels weak, but every inch of my pain and frustration evaporates as Josslyn’s magic takes it all away.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Josslyn
August 12, 2015 11:31 p.m.
The weight of his body on mine sends me into a trance of pleasure. I knew being with Nikolai would be great, but I had no idea it would feel this good. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’t mess around with foreplay or make sure I was in the mood. He ravaged me, and I loved every second of it.
After the high wears off, Nikolai stands and returns his clothing to its rightful place. I do the same, picking up my destroyed dress and pulling it back over my skin. My panties are worthless, though.
Nikolai walks back to his trunk and pulls out another white shirt from the back. Then he takes off his coat and pulls off his white shirt. The bullet wound in his shoulder is still bleeding and may need to be treated at a hospital. After tonight, though, we need to get the hell out of town.
“Here.” He hands me a first aid kit then shuts the trunk. “Get out the tweezers; I think the bullet is still in there.”
“And you want me to do what, exactly?”
He glares at me, and I know to keep my mouth shut and do as he says.
I walk to his side and assess the wound. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I will give it my best.
I open the first aid kit and find a bottle of alcohol. I pour the potent, clear liquid over the tweezers then the wound. Nikolai grunts in pain then hands me his discarded shirt to wipe the blood off. Then I release a deep breath and push the tweezers inside his wound. It doesn’t take long for me to feel the steel inside his skin, but it’s not easy to get ahold of. Blood oozes from the wound, making the surface slippery. I hold the tweezers as firmly as I can without dropping them.
Nikolai clenches his fists, his muscles firm and tight under my hands. I decide I should get his mind off the bullet extraction and on to thinking about our next move.
“So, where to do we go from here?” I ask.
“I guess I will go to where it all began—Brooklyn. He was stationed there before I lost contact with him.” He breathes deeply as he answers me through clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry about Vlad. Please know that.”
I hear him huff out his disgust, so I continue to justify why I acted the way I did.
“He said I had familiar eyes, and I do. I have my dad’s eyes, but when I heard that gun shot in my ear and you didn’t come storming in, I thought you were dead.” I freeze for a moment, knowing how frantic I was, thinking I was left on my own. “That’s why I said what I did. I thought I might as well get him so at least he could pay for what he did to me.”
I snag the bullet in the tweezers and slowly pull it out of his shoulder.
“Got it!” I shout with excitement and move it around to show Nikolai that I did something right.
“Good, now sew it up.”
The blood is running more now, so I put his shirt over it to cover the open wound. I then rummage through the first aid kit and find a needle and thread. Not knowing what the hell I’m doing, I look to him for some guidance.
“Sew it up like you would a shirt. I don’t care if it scars. It will be one more amongst many.”
I thread the needle and push it through his skin. It’s not as hard as I thought it would be, like pushing a needle through warm butter. I lace it through, pulling the black thread with it, and then push the end back the other way. I repeat the same action until the wound is closed and the bleeding is no more. Then I get out the bottle of alcohol again and pour more over the wound just for good measure before covering it with a bandage.
Nikolai puts on his fresh, clean shirt and pulls his suit coat over it. He is put back in place, while I look like I have been sent through a paper shredder.
“Here,” Nikolai says, seeing my disheveled look and shedding his coat. I pull it over my destroyed dress.
We say nothing as we fall into the car and head back to the city. I want to talk about what we just did, but then I don’t want to talk about it. It was a moment of weakness fueled by rage, desire, and the justification that we are alive. I wanted Nikolai from the moment I saw him. I just didn’t know how much until we started spending all this time together. But all of that has to wait. We need to find our way to Stravinsky, and he needs me to be there to help him when we do.
“I wish Zaretski had paid off,” Nikolai says out of the blue. The name shocks me.
“You managed to talk to Victor? I knew you escaped the state mental hospital; I just didn’t know about him.” That has to be why he was there and why he chose to get arrested. Victor is heavily guarded, nearly impossible to get to on death row. Nikolai had to have known he was going to be at the hospital and knew that was his best way in.
“I have my ways,” is all he says, his tone neither light nor playful. It’s cold.
“What did he tell you when you spoke?”
“He was talking about a man named Lincoln, about how he was a great leader during a bloody time.” Nikolai looks over at me, the frustration apparent. “I’ve never heard of a Lincoln, not from any organization.”
“Is that all he said?”
“No. Then he started rambling about baseball … He’s a fucking lunatic. It was a dead end.” Nikolai huffs in frustration and grips the steering wheel even more tightly.
I start to really think about what Victor said. I have spoken to him before, and it always seemed he was speaking in code or dancing around the answer. So if Nikolai recalls the exact answers, maybe I can help decipher them.
“What did he say exactly?”
“Why? It’s doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve spok
en to him many times, and he likes to be cryptic. What did he say exactly?”
“He told me to go to the land of Lincoln, and then he mentioned how much he likes baseball.”
“Illinois is known as the land of Lincoln. It’s after the former president of the United States, Abraham Lincoln. He was the president during our country’s bloodiest war, the Civil War. That’s what he means when he says the land of Lincoln.”
“Yet that means nothing to me.”
“Illinois. He is directing us to go to Illinois. Chicago, maybe?” I offer.
“Why there? Stravinsky was never established in Chicago.” Nikolai squeezes the wheel again, clearly not impressed with my help.
“The popular baseball teams I can think of are in the city of Chicago.”
“What are the baseball teams?”
Nikolai exits the road, and we find our way under the awning of the hotel. The hour is late, nearing midnight. I hope no one will see how horrible we really look, me especially.
The valet opens my door, and I step from the car. I hold Nikolai’s jacket closed tightly and keep my head down as we walk through the lobby. Thank God the only person in there is the night clerk, and he is too engrossed in his cell phone to really look at us.
Nikolai and I stride to the elevator and wait for it to take us to the floor for our suite.
He asks again, “So these baseball teams; what are the names?”
“White Sox and the Cubs,” I answer.
Nikolai freezes mid-step. His face is blank, and his eyes are hard. Then a big smile creeps across his face. I’m very familiar with that smile. It’s the one he gave me right before he let the police capture him.
He looks down at me. “Get your things together; we have a plane to catch in the morning.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Russia, my dear … Russia.”
EXCERPT FROM MADNESS: BOOK THREE
Josslyn
My body burns, but the pain melts away when the soft flesh of his lips connects with mine. I can’t control the heat. It’s a rush over every inch of my body, and I don’t want it to stop.
My pelvis meets his, joining us, linking us together. The weight of his body protects me from all the terror that surrounds me. I feel safe in a situation that would otherwise not be. The touch of his heated palms wrapping around my wrists doesn’t send me in a panic; it sends me over the edge. And I’m ready to fall. I’m ready to submit to anything he demands.
The frigid air surrounding me mixes perfectly with the warmth swarming my veins. I welcome the overwhelming feelings. I don’t know why; I just do. He is the comfort in all the chaos I agreed to, and not a single thought would have changed my mind.
I open my eyes when his lips leave mine. The ache of their departure replaces the heat generating in my core. Nikolai sits up on his knees as he continues to straddle my hips. Everything around us halts. All the commotion, noise, and sounds—everything just stops.
My arms are free from his grasp, but I’m incapable of moving them. My entire body is frozen to the pavement. I’m entranced by the cool, blue gaze coming from his eyes and the hidden pain that lives behind them. I want nothing more than to sit up and simply hold him.
The pain from his past has been yanked from its dark, concealed depths, only to resurface in front of me. This, I recognize. I understand this because events as tragic as ours will never cease to exist. They will only be subdued in the blackest parts of our souls before a single, fateful moment brings it all rushing to the surface. I can see all of that now in his eyes.
Suddenly, a rush of immense pain pulls me from my thoughts and finally breaks my connection with his eyes. It’s then I notice the red syringe protruding from my chest.
Water floods and drips from my eyes. I can feel the warm drops tingle and pass over my ears before disappearing into my hairline. The air in my lungs starts to become labored as I struggle for every single breath I take. I can’t say a single word. I can’t scream out in terror or pain. I can only gasp my last, final breaths as I look into the pain flooding his eyes.
He leans down, putting his lips next to my earlobe. The warm air from his mouth sends a chill down my spine. Then he whispers, “I didn’t want to do it, Josslyn. You have to believe that, but this is how it has to be.”
My mind is frantic. I want to know why this is happening. After all we have been through, why leave it like this?
Nikolai raises his head and focuses solely on me. Chaos resumes, but we only see each other. His eyes look as crisp as a blue mountain lake when he watches the light slowly die out of mine.
“This is the only way. This is how I survive this, Josslyn.” His mouth lowers and faintly brushes my lips again. The warmth of them captures me once more as he whispers, “I’m sorry.”
As Nikolai stands from my body, everything starts to fade away. All the pain residing in my chest and the thoughts of fear release from my consciousness. Soon, it will all be gone.
I no longer have the strength to keep my head up and watch where he is going. I let it roll to the side, my view barely visible between the cracks in my eyelids. Then I connect my sight with the pool of blood underneath me. All I can do is lie here and feel the short gasps of air leave my body.
Just before it all fades to black, a white rose is loosely placed in my hand, resting in the crimson pool surrounding me.
M.S. Brannon was born and raised in the Midwest. She still resides there today with her wonderful husband and son. When she is not writing or reading, M.S. Brannon spends time with her family, goes to the movies, and discovers new music. She writes romance because she believes love and heartache are the rawest emotions one can experience.
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Other Books by M.S. Brannon
Scarred Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and KOBO
Tragic Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and KOBO
Blind Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and KOBO
Surviving Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and KOBO
Redeemed Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO
Everlasting Love, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO
The Revenge Series
Pay Dearly
Away With You
Madness (Coming Soon)
Stand Alones
Last Call, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO
Forbidden from You, Forbidden for me, TBD
Believe in Brave, YA Novella, available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and KOBO
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Excerpt of Madness: Book Three in The Revenge Series
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