Chapter 116 We'll see
Vuk Laskovic:
The moment Maureen walked in, I knew the shift was real.
Not the fragile, circling confusion I’d watched devour her for days. This was something else entirely.
She crossed the room with purpose, every step measured, grounded. No hesitation. No doubt in the way she stopped in front of me and met my eyes straight on.
That alone set my teeth on edge.
“Vuk,” she said, voice calm and steady in a way that felt almost dangerous.
I studied her in silence, searching for cracks. I found none.
“What is it, my love.” I asked quietly.
She took a slow breath, choosing precision over speed.
“I know something is wrong. I don’t have hard proof yet, but I have enough pieces to know I’m not losing my mind. The poison. The timing. The gaps in my memory. Things I know I didn’t do.”
Her gaze didn’t waver.
“And Celeste.”
There it was.
I exhaled through my nose, jaw tightening. “Maureen—”
“No. Listen.”
The quiet command stopped me cold. She rarely cut me off. When she did, it mattered.
“I’m not accusing her outright,” she continued, voice low but unwavering. “I’m saying she’s connected. Too many threads lead back to her. She’s always exactly where she needs to be, at exactly the right moment.”
I didn’t interrupt this time. I let the silence stretch.
“So what’s your move?” I asked finally.
“I’m going to push her. Carefully. Methodically. I want to see what she does when she feels the ground shift beneath her feet.”
My brow furrowed. “That’s a dangerous line to walk.”
“I know the risk,” she said, squaring her shoulders. “If I’m wrong, I’ll own it. But if I’m right and we do nothing… we’re finished.”
She was right. Inaction was no longer an option.
I crossed my arms. “And where do I fit into this?”
Her expression hardened with resolve.
“You don’t.”
The word landed like a blade.
I stilled. “What?”
“I need you completely out of it,” she said, unflinching. “No interference. No watching her too closely. No direct questions. Nothing.”
A short, disbelieving breath escaped me. “You expect me to sit back while you provoke someone who might be trying to kill you?”
“Yes.”
She said it without hesitation, without softening.
I stepped closer, voice dropping. “Maureen, if she’s what you suspect—”
“She won’t move if you’re hovering,” she cut in, sharp and clear. “She’s meticulous. She only strikes when she believes she’s safe. So I have to make her feel safe.”
The implication hit hard.
She wasn’t just testing Celeste.
She was baiting a trap—with herself as the lure.
I searched her face, looking for any trace of fear or uncertainty. There was only steel.
“You really think you can handle this alone?” I asked, my voice lower, darker.
“Yes.” No pause. No doubt. Just pure conviction.
I rubbed my jaw, tension coiling tighter in my chest.
“Just promise me one thing,” she added softly. “No matter what happens, stay out of it. Don’t get involved.”
That was the part that burned.
“You’re asking me to watch you walk into a fire and do nothing,” I muttered.
“I know exactly what I’m asking.”
Silence thickened between us—heavy, raw, necessary.
“You always do this,” I said after a beat, a reluctant edge of dark amusement slipping in. “Come up with something borderline suicidal and expect me to stand down like a good husband.”
A small, tired smile touched her lips.
“You married me.”
I let out a low huff, shaking my head.
Yeah. I fucking did.
“Fine,” I said at last, my voice firm. “I’ll stay out of it.”
Relief flickered across her face, faint but real.
“But hear me clearly,” I added, locking eyes with her. “If anything—anything—goes wrong, I’m stepping in. I don’t give a damn what you want at that point.”
She held my gaze for a long second, then gave a single nod.
“Fair.”
The word barely left her lips before I moved.
My hand shot out, fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist, and I yanked her forward into my chest. The surprise in her eyes lasted less than a heartbeat before I crushed my mouth to hers.
It wasn’t gentle.
It was raw need wrapped in frustration and fear—fear of what she was walking into, fear of how much I wanted to lock her away from it all. Maureen gasped against my lips, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her free hand fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer as if she’d been starving for this too.
I kissed her harder, tongue sweeping in to claim her mouth, tasting the faint salt of tension and the familiar sweetness that was purely her. Her body melted against mine, soft curves pressing into hard muscle, and the low sound she made in the back of her throat sent fire straight to my cock.
Without breaking the kiss, I bent slightly, hooked one arm under her knees, and lifted her clean off the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist instinctively, arms locking around my neck as I carried her through the house. My strides were long and purposeful, boots echoing against the floor until I kicked open the door to our bedroom.
I didn’t bother with lights. The late afternoon glow filtering through the curtains was enough—enough to see the flush already creeping up her neck, enough to watch her lips part when I finally pulled back for air.
I tossed her onto the bed with controlled force. She bounced once, hair fanning out across the dark sheets, eyes wide and dark with the same hunger I felt burning in my veins. Before she could speak, I was on her—crawling over her body, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while my mouth found hers again.
This kiss was slower, deeper, filthier. I licked into her mouth, sucked on her tongue, bit her lower lip until she moaned. Her hips rolled up against me, seeking friction, and I ground my hardening cock against her core through our clothes, letting her feel exactly what she did to me.
“Vuk…” she breathed when I dragged my mouth down her throat, teeth scraping over her pulse point.
“Shut up,” I growled against her skin. “You want me to stay out of your fight? Fine. But right now, you’re mine.”
I released her wrists only to strip her. My hands were impatient—shirt yanked over her head, bra tossed aside, pants and panties dragged down her legs in one rough motion. When she was bare beneath me, I paused for a second just to look. Skin flushed, nipples tight, thighs already pressing together. Beautiful. Dangerous. Mine.
I shed my own clothes faster than I ever had, cock springing free, heavy and aching. Then I was back on her, mouth latching onto one breast, tongue circling the stiff peak before I sucked hard. Maureen arched with a sharp cry, fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping my scalp. I switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment while my hand slid between her thighs.
She was already soaked.
“Fuck, Maureen,” I rasped, two fingers sliding through her slick folds, circling her clit with deliberate pressure. “This wet for me already? After telling me you’re going to play bait?”
She whimpered, hips bucking into my touch. “I need you…”
I pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning, curling them against that spot that made her toes curl. Her walls clenched around me, hot and silky, and I pumped them slowly, savoring every gasp and shudder. My thumb worked her clit in tight circles while I kissed my way back up to her mouth, swallowing every sound she made.
When her breathing turned ragged and her thighs started to tremble, I pulled my fingers out. She protested with a needy whine, but I silenced her by lining my cock up with her entrance and thrusting in with one deep, relentless stroke.
We both groaned.
She was tight, scorching, perfect—gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I gave her only a moment to adjust before I started moving, slow and powerful at first, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet, obscene sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with her moans and my low curses.
I hooked one of her legs over my arm, opening her wider, driving deeper. Every thrust hit that spot inside her that made her cry out. I watched her face—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed—as I fucked her harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us.
“Vuk—oh god—” she gasped, nails raking down my back hard enough to leave marks.
“That’s it,” I growled, leaning down to bite the junction of her neck and shoulder. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
I shifted angles, grinding against her clit with every thrust. Her pussy fluttered around me, getting wetter, tighter. I could feel her getting close, the way her walls squeezed me rhythmically, the way her moans turned breathless and desperate.
I reached between us, thumb finding her swollen clit again, rubbing firm circles in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me,” I ordered against her ear, voice rough. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
She shattered with a sharp cry, back arching off the bed, pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. The sensation was too much—hot, pulsing, perfect. I fucked her through it, drawing out every tremor until her body went limp beneath me.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up so she was on her knees, ass raised, face pressed into the sheets. I slammed back into her from behind in one brutal thrust, the new angle letting me go even deeper. Maureen moaned loudly, fingers twisting in the sheets.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her with long, punishing strokes. The sight of my cock disappearing into her slick, swollen pussy was obscene. I reached around, finding her clit again, stroking it relentlessly while I fucked her.
“Again,” I demanded. “Come again. I want to feel it.”
She was sobbing with pleasure now, pushing back against me, meeting every thrust. Sweat slicked our skin. The room smelled of sex and her arousal—musky, sweet, addictive. Her second orgasm hit harder, walls rippling around me, milking my cock as she cried out my name.
The pressure at the base of my spine built fast. I leaned over her, chest to her back, one hand fisting in her hair to turn her head so I could kiss her messily over her shoulder.
“Fuck—Maureen—” I groaned, thrusts turning erratic.
With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing inside her, filling her with hot spurts as pleasure tore through me. I kept moving through it, slow and deep, wringing out every last drop until we were both trembling and spent.
We collapsed together, my body covering hers, both of us breathing hard. I stayed inside her for a long moment, pressing lazy kisses along her shoulder and the back of her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.
After a while, I rolled to the side and pulled her against my chest, her back to my front, one arm banded tightly around her waist.
“You still think I’m going to sit back and do nothing if you’re in danger?” I murmured against her hair, voice low and rough from exertion.
She let out a soft, br
eathless laugh, snuggling closer despite the warning in my tone.
“I know you,” she whispered. “But for now… let me try.”
I tightened my hold, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“We’ll see.”