Page 84 of Smoke and Shadows
“You know what Fletcher told me?” Marissa said huskily. “He said he wanted my lips around his cock.” She roughly pulled Viktor’s pulsing erection out of his pants. He had gone commando again. “But in my head, I can only think of sucking one dick.”
Despite himself, Viktor raised a brow at his woman’s dirty-talking mouth.
“You know whose dick I want?”
Viktor heard a strangled groan. He was pretty sure it was his own.
“Yours.” And Marissa’s unusually plumped-up lips wrapped around his cock. She didn’t let go of his eyes as she swallowed all of him. And she wasn’t gentle. She sucked him hard, hollowing her cheeks and grazing her teeth lightly along the length of his shaft. There was slight pain with her roughness, but it was so erotic that Viktor savored it. He gripped the sides of the chair and felt his eyes roll back.
“Fuck, Marissa,” he growled. Her throat had relaxed and she took him deep. Really deep. One of his hands gripped her hair and kept her there. “Fuck.” He pumped his hips. Her mouth around him was fucking amazing, but being inside her was even better. And he wanted inside her. Right the fuck now.
His hands went under her arms and hauled her off him. Her mouth released him, and he had her back on the floor with him sliding inside her, filling her.
“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” Marissa cried out, one leg hooked around his hip drawing him closer, he had pressed the thigh of her other leg against her shoulder, and he was pounding hard inside her.
“Tell me this is okay, Iz,” he grunted against her lips as he moved above her. Some part of his brain was still working, cautioning him to rein it in. But he sensed the need in her. She wanted him to take her rough.
“I need you, Viktor.”
Fuck, yes.
He squeezed his eyes shut, as if doing so would block out the image of those two bastards. A guttural sound rattled in his throat like a wounded beast. Fuck. He had almost been too late.
“No!” he shouted. His eyes shot open as he thrust furiously inside her. “You’re mine, Marissa. Fuck . . . you’re mine!”
Her hand came up to cup his face, her luminous green eyes locking with his and he knew she was with him all the way. When she came, he was right there with her. They peaked together, each of them shuddering and convulsing with the intensity of their connection, a new height they had achieved emotionally. Each of them taking what they needed from the other to feel whole.
15
11:15p.m.
The Cinemaplex was crowded on a Saturday night with the premiere of a franchise horror movie. Midnight screenings had sold out, and the video game machines were crowded with moviegoers passing their time with friends.
Outside in the parking lot, a fight broke out among some teenagers and security stepped in to keep them in line. Everyone was so engrossed in their smartphones, taking pictures or videos of the altercation, that no one paid attention to the two men who were wearing light beige coveralls pushing a metal crate into the theatre’s maintenance room.
“We’re driving around in circles,”Viktor spoke over speakerphone. “Do we have any updates from the Albermarle County PD?”
“Nope. The witnesses couldn’t get a clear view of the man,” Nathan replied.
The Guardians were slowly making their way back to DC. Viktor was riding with Marissa in her Ford Escort clunker. Hehad wanted her to ditch the vehicle in a junkyard, but she had refused. She insisted on driving it back herself, much to the other Guardians’ relief, but Viktor wasn’t happy about riding in the sorry-ass excuse of a car with her.
About an hour ago, Tim had alerted them of a traffic stop gone bad in the Charlottesville, VA area. Witnesses said that a blue van was flagged down by ACPD. The driver shot the cop and took off. The license plate checked out to a stolen vehicle reported in Chesapeake, WV. An APB had been issued for the car after the attempted homicide.
“This is a university town,” Viktor said grimly. “If Reed decided to test the nerve gas here, it would strike deep into the homeland.”
“Threatening the children would guarantee immediate retribution,” Marissa agreed, both of them remembering the numerous school shootings that had gripped the nation over the years.
“Retaliation will be swift if the blame falls on Syria,” Viktor replied. “Kwon would get his war.”
Marissa nodded. The agreement to dispose of the chemical weapons was dubious at best. The CIA suspected Syria wasn’t upfront with their cache. And then adding a third party that wanted a war for profit, the whole scenario was setting up for a perfect storm. Viktor had seen it before, greedy corporations manipulating world politics and conflict. He didn’t want to bring it up with Marissa, but the CIA had its own finger in some of the mess. How many times had the agency instigated regime change?
“Don’t know about you two, but we’re starving over here,” Nathan announced. “There’s a drive-through up ahead.”
Viktor heard Marissa whisper something like “Thank God.”
Twenty minutes later,they were munching on fast foodburgers and fries while monitoring the police scanner. They were in a strip mall parking lot, discussing plans for heading straight to Richmond and taking I-95 north to DC from there, when Tim buzzed Viktor a 911.
“Yeah,” Viktor barked into his phone.