She whimpered, grinding her ass against me and giving me her consent. I thrust inside her wet heat in one go. She cried out as I began moving inside her, driving into her with a maddening tempo.
She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded and her lips swollen. I couldn’t resist her, my mouth taking hers again, and all the while, I kept driving inside her. Again and again. She reached for her nipple with her free hand, tugging and pinching, driving me insane.
I kept one eye on the busy street. I meant what I said. If anyone got a glimpse of her, I’d fucking murder them.
“So good,” she moaned, her voice muffled and breathy.
Maybe we were both fucking depraved, but I didn’t give two fucks as long as we were depraved together. She was my perfect match, in heaven and hell, and now that we found each other again, there’d be nothing and nobody that would separate me from her.
“My sunshine likes to show the world what her man does to her,” I growled into her ear, pumping harder. “Open your thighs wider, let them see your juices and greedy little pussy.”
Her inner muscles clenched around my cock, squeezing me for dear life. But she obeyed, smearing her juices against our window as I fucked her hard and deep.
“Fuck, Kingston. I’m gonna… Blyad…”
Her head fell back against me, and I reached around, rubbing her drenched clit, wreaking havoc through her body and pounding into her mercilessly.
Her legs shook, and I snaked my arm around her waist, keeping her upright while I kept screwing her through her orgasm. She screamed my name, my free hand on her clit, milking her for another climax.
Her clenching pussy had my balls tightening, and I emptied myself inside her just as another orgasm wracked through my woman.
We shuddered against each other, our bodies sweaty and our breathing labored. Lou fell back against me, my own legs slightly wobbly.
“Nobody saw us,” she breathed. She turned her face, locking eyes with me. “I think we should go out on dates more often.”
“And do this often too?”
Lou turned around and buried her face in my chest, my palms covering her butt cheeks.
“Only if you liked it,” she murmured, not daring to meet my eyes.
I took her chin between my fingers and her eyes flew up, her crimson-stained cheeks tempting me for another round of in-disguise exhibitionist sex with her. “With you, I like it all. If you fancy us fucking in blood, I’ll kill and make it so. I’m up for anything with you, because I love you.”
Her cute nose wrinkled. “Nothing so extreme, and no sharing.”
I released a shuddering breath. “No sharing, sunshine. You’re all mine.”
She nodded, satisfied. “And you’re mine.” Her naked body pressed against mine, her kisses soft and caressing. “I want you to be my first everything, Kingston.”
“Your first, your only.” When you had so much taken away from you, you learned to be greedy. And this was me, greedy for all of her. “I love you, sunshine.”
She lifted on her tiptoes, her lips finding mine. “Love you forever, my ghost.”
I might have owned all her firsts, but she would own all my lasts, because thanks to her, I was no longer a ghost roaming this earth.
Lou brought me back to life.
Epilogue-1Louisa
Four Years Later
Refusing to even blink, Stella stared at Alexei for the entire ride from the Nikolaev compound in New Orleans to the building where his half sister practiced medicine. Her chubby little hand gripped my fingers, cutting off my circulation.
Luna, on the other hand, refused to look away from her papa, always finding comfort when looking at him. I couldn’t blame her really; I found comfort and safety in his eyes too.
My phone buzzed at the same time as Kingston’s, and we shared a glance, knowing exactly who it was. He retrieved the phone and his lips curved into a smile.
“Lara sends her love. Says she’s safe and can’t wait for us to be back.” I smiled. Life with Lara had been a priceless journey. She made our family richer and better.
“It’s too bad her professor wouldn’t agree to a few weeks off,” I muttered. “It would be so nice if she could have come along with us.”
“I should have broken his hands,” Kingston grumbled. “That would have put his class on hold.”
I chuckled. Although tempting in this case, we never hurt innocents, no matter what. It was our hard line, a rule that we never broke.
The bulletproof limo came to a stop, and with it, my thoughts. Alexei reached for the door handle when Stella let out a loud wail, crying bloody murder.
I jolted out of my own trance and glared at Alexei, fighting the urge to slaughter him for making my baby cry.
Sleepless nights were slowly getting to me. Our first visit to the Nikolaevs in New Orleans hadn’t exactly gone as planned with the twins getting their first fever. A visit to the doctor was never on the agenda, but we wanted to make sure they got the best care.
Plus, there was comfort in doing something so mundane. So simple.
Kingston and I were just like any other normal parents in the normal world. Our childhoods were full of nightmares and torment. Our children would have better, and we were doing everything in our power to offer the normalcy we never had as children.
I held Stella in my lap, wiping her tears away, her high-pitched cries getting louder and her little face bloodred.
“You want Mommy to dropkick Uncle Alexei?” Stella’s cry immediately died out and her eyes, dark and beautiful, came to mine. When she smiled, another piece of me melted. “I guess he’s gonna have to die if you’re going to keep smiling like that.”
Alexei let out a sardonic breath, but I ignored it. I couldn’t tear my gaze from my daughter’s chubby cheeks.
Her grin turned bigger and my chest melted, feeling lighter. Since our twins’ birth, the light shone brighter and stronger. They were the best part of our lives. But then there were nights filled with terror of what could happen if we failed to protect them from all the evil roaming this world.
“And Daddy’s going to help Mommy get away with it,” Kingston said, placing his hand on mine.
He caressed my cheek with his knuckles. His eyes of warm chocolate and black diamonds made me want to cuddle up to him with our babies and forget all about the doctor.
Alexei’s raspy voice slashed through the air. “Okay, killers, let’s get your babies to Isabella before you start your murder spree.”
The moment broken, my husband leaned over, planting a hard kiss on my lips, and Stella’s cries resumed. Ironically, I could kill a man without flinching, his screams and cries leaving me feeling flat. But my daughter’s cries left me feeling frazzled and helpless.
“Isabella will make them all better,” Kingston assured. He trusted the Nikolaevs, and that was enough for me. They were part of my husband, and as such, part of me. Part of our family.
We’d made a pact when our twins were born that we’d slay anyone who even looked at our babies wrong. And we weren’t joking. Together we’d right all the wrongs that were done to us as children. As adults.
“You and me always,” he reminded me of our promise.
I nodded, soaking in his strength.
I tucked a crying Stella to my hip, wrapped in her favorite blanket, and Kingston did the same with Luna.
“At least we know her lungs are strong,” I said with a shaky smile.
Kingston threaded his fingers with mine as we slid out of the limo, his towering six-foot-four frame protectively shielding our family. It didn’t matter that there was no threat around. That protective streak was built into him—kicking into overdrive where our babies were concerned—and I loved him even more for it.
The brick building awaited with the elevator door already open, and I was surprised to find another couple there waiting. Sasha and Branka Nikolaev.