Chapter 54 I'd take a bullet.
I listened to her moan, watching as her face twisted with pleasure. I liked it, I loved it, and heck, I needed more.
I thrust louder, hoping to get louder screams from her, and it worked. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face, her face contorted into a lewd expression, her legs wrapped around my hips, and her fingers dug into my back.
It hurt, but since it was caused by my wife, it was a beautiful pain; it was worth it.
“Oh…oh god!” She whimpered as her boy convulsed with pleasure.
I gave her a look of dissatisfaction, “Who made you cum?”
He shot me a puzzled gaze. “You?”
“Me? Who?” I breathed.
“You… Damien,”
“Good.” I grabbed her chin. “Now the next time you cum, whose name should you call?”
She smiled as she saw through my jealousy. “Yours,”
“Better,” I pressed my lips against hers as I began to thrust again; my hand was wrapped around her neck this time.
“Argh…,” she whimpered, her hand moved to my chest, “Fuck…hmmm.”
I drew closer to and kissed her chest. “Oh…oh Damien…yes…fuck me…”
Immediately after I heard her words, I instantly reached my climax, my cum spewing inside her. “Fuck,” I groaned, “Where did you learn to talk like that?” I asked breathlessly.
She wore an innocent look on her face like she wasn't moaning like crazy a few seconds ago, “Like how?”
“Damien. Yes. Fuck me.” My brow raised.
A smile curled on her lips. “I only said what I wanted.”
“Fuck,” I drew my lips to hers and kissed them passionately. I drew my lips downwards and licked my lips on one of her nipples.
“Fuck,” she moaned as I curled my tongue around it. “I like that…that's good.” Her fingers raked through my hair.
I pulled away from her, like she weighed nothing. I spun her around and put her on all fours. “Grab a pillow,” I instructed.
“For what?” She panted.
“I'm going to make you scream, as much as I would like that we cannot wake up the neighbors, grab a pillow, and bite into it,”
She obeyed and put a pillow between her teeth. Immediately, I slipped into her; my hands pressed on either side of her hips, and I began to thrust.
She let out muffled screams.
My teeth clenched tightly, my face twisted into a frown, “Okay…fuck, I can't take it. I'm going to cum.”
Becky had come early that morning to reveal some news, only I hadn't decided if it was good or bad yet.
I was supposed to crash Volkov's golf practice so that I could gain his trust.
“If he finds out about who I really am, he will come after my wife. That is not something that I am willing to risk, not even to save Sergey's daughter.”
She pushed forward from her seat, “You are not sending Charlotte; she isn't going there; you are going, besides he thinks I'm your wife.”
I thought for a second, “When are lessons?’
“At exactly 4:00pm, you have to be there earlier so that he will believe he ran into you.”
“What would I tell you about him?” As I asked, I noticed Charlotte walk out of the bathroom and walk to the kitchen; she was limping. A proud smile curled at my lips; I warned her she would be sore from last night.
“Are you smiling?” Becky asked.
My smile fell as my gaze moved back to her. “No,” I cleared my throat. “I mean... yes,” I corrected.
“Good.” She stood up from the seat, and just then I caught the bandage around her fingers. “I'll prepare golf clothes for you,”
She stood up from her seat and walked out of the place instantly, and I stood up and walked towards Charlotte. “You are limping,” I said as I watched her toss berries into her mouth.
“My whole body hurts,” she groaned.
I smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Does it hurt…here?” My voice dropped lower as I gently kissed her neck. “Or…here,” I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed it.
She chuckled, “Everywhere.” She turned to face me. “Everywhere hurts.” I wrapped my hands around her hip. “Well, that's too bad.” I wrapped my hands between her thighs and placed her on the kitchen counter.
“I would have loved to have a moment with you before I go on my mission.” My fingers brushed against her thighs.
She reached for my fingers and stopped it from moving around her body. “Careful, before we end up in the same position we were in last night.”
My face squinted. “That is heaven for me.” I connected my lips to hers again.
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The golf course was located in the outskirts of the city, and I was dressed in a pair of white shorts and a white T-shirt, a golf stick swinging in my hand as I walked in. I had worn glasses because of the rays of the harsh sunlight and a hat over my head.
Becky had made sure I stayed where Volkov usually did when he golfed, his favorite spot; surely he would be here.
She wasn't wrong; minutes later, Volkov and a few men walked in my direction, and I pretended not to see them.
“I recognize you,” he said in English, with a thick Russian accent.
I turned to face him. “Volkov,”
The men behind him began to set up their bags.
“What are you doing at my golf course?”
My bro raised and my lips parted, “Your good course? I didn't know this was yours; what a coincidence.”
He sighed deeply and grabbed a golf stick. “Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?”
“I still am. The wife is still exhausted from last night, so I decided to explore the beauty of Russia.”
“Hmm,” his tone seemed suspicious; he didn't trust me yet.
One of the men who had come with him placed a ball on the ground, and he walked towards it.
Suddenly, the earphones in my ear buzzed. I tapped on it. “Becky?”
“Ouch,” Charlotte’s voice came, “your wife calls, and you say another woman's name?”
I tried to hold in my smile. “Hi, baby,” I whispered. “I'm in the middle of a mission right now. Is there something I need to know?”
“I’m watching you from the CCTV cameras right now,” her voice was a low whimper.
Volkov turned to look at me. “Are you coming?”
I took a step back. “In a minute, it's the wife.” I placed my hand on the earphones and turned to my side. “I know you are watching; I arranged that.”
“You look…so….good in that outfit.” Her breath was unstable.
My brows knitted together, “Baby, are you okay?”
“Fuck…,” she groaned.
Just then I realized she was pleasuring herself. “Are you doing what I think you are?”
“Maybe…,” she moaned.
I felt a wave of excitement rush through me. I turned back to look at Volkov; he had begun to golf.
Charlotte’s voice rang, “Argh…,” she breathed as she spoke again, “I wanted you to hear.”
A smile curled at my lips. “I did.” My smile suddenly faded as I saw somebody in the distance, a man on a roof with a gun in his hand. He was dressed in all black. I squinted to see his face, but his hat covered it. Suddenly he aimed the gun at Volkov.
My heart spiked; if that gun was fired, then I wouldn't be able to find Anastasia.
“Baby, are you done?” I asked in a calm tone.
“I am,”
“I can't wait to come back home and watch you do it again,” I said as I slowly walked towards Volkov.
“I can't wait to show it to you,” she responded.
I was about to do something crazy, something Charlotte would completely hate me for, but what choice did I have? I needed to find Anastasia.
“I'm sorry,” I muttered.
“Huh? Sorry for what?”
Suddenly the bullets fired; without hesitation I ran to stand in front of Volkov. If I took a bullet to save his life, then he might trust me.
I deliberately placed my hand in the way to receive the bullet; it would hurt but wouldn't kill me. But things don't always go as planned.
Three bullets landed on my back.
“Damien! Damien!!” Charlotte's voice echoed in my ears.
I hit the ground with a loud thud, and I watched Volkov's men gather in alert to protect him.
“Damien! Why would you do that!” Charlotte cried. As my eyes closed, the pain in my back seemed to hurt more than the one in my heart.
Charlotte cried, and it was all my fault.