Devil's Prey(34)

Mags wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why Maxwell Cartier-"

"Maksymilian Gillespie actually."

"Okay . . . Maks . . . are you asking me to marry you?"

"In my own roundabout way, yes, indeed, I am. You are the first person  I've met who truly understands me and in this life, that's a fucking  rarity. There's no one else I wanna wake up next to or fall asleep  curled in my arms. I wanted you then, I desire now and I will always  crave you," he explained in a sincere voice.

"Yes."

"Yes? That's it?"

"What else do you want me to say?"

"You're not gonna fight me on this decision?"

Mags shook her head. "Not on your life! I want to be with you too. Even  if we've only know each other for four months and have decided to pledge  undying love to one another."

"Well, some people do it in a shorter period than that."

"Like who?"

"Those bachelors on television. How do you fall in love in six weeks?"

"I think it's eight."

"Whatever. You wanna do this or not?"

"Yep . . . only because I'm pretty damn sure it took me nine weeks to  realize I loved you . . . maybe ten . . . eleven . . . twelve-shit, I've  lost count. You know what's really crazy? I don't care when I realized I  wanted you but I do and life's too short to play games."

"I'm glad you realized that."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Max wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his mouth against hers as she ground her body against his.

It was the best feeling in the world and would definitely take the edge off of what he had to do that night.

He didn't want to think about it but he knew it would start the whole process in motion.

One way or another, he and Mags would bring Dimitri down and end that son of a bitch.

Revenge couldn't have tasted any sweeter than having the woman of his  dreams in his arms as the turquoise Caribbean waters lapped around them.

Life was perfect.

For now.





Epilogue





Magnolia





Eventually our Caribbean escape came to an end and when it did, there  was one less Russian Mafia family to contend with and the war had begun.

Not with a bang but with a utter whimper that could be heard throughout the underworld.

Despite having no evidence to the contrary, Dimitri was suspected and  blamed for Yevgeny Kitaev's death and the brutal beating of his wife.  Max didn't have the heart to kill her although she certainly wasn't  innocent or unsuspecting of what her husband did for a living. However,  she repeatedly whispered to the Montego Bay Police Officers and staff at  Montego Bay Hospital, "D'yavol sdelal eto."         

     



 

The Devil did it.

Everyone in the underworld knew Dimitri's nickname. He wasn't known as Dimitri "Devil" Koslakov for nothing.

Max never told me whether or not he spared his mother that night when  all the shit went down in Boca Raton but after the murder of Yevgeny, I  knew he couldn't have murdered her. Not that I could fault him for  making that decision. She was the woman who'd given him life and if he  couldn't end hers then I had to respect that.

We returned from the Caribbean after securing enough cash to keep us off  the grid and settling our accounts in the Cayman Islands. I wore a  princess cut pink diamond ring Max had surprised me with the last night  we were Jamaica before we left for the States.

There was no going back to Northern Nevada. Not at this time when  everything was still too hot and we knew Dimitri was actively looking  for us. Instead, we settled into New Orleans and bought a fashionable,  two-bedroom penthouse condo off Lake Marina Avenue in Lakeview. We were  several blocks from Lake Pontchartrain. The building, relatively new and  built in 2000, had survived Hurricane Katrina but the structure hadn't  sustained any damage.

We settled into our new life with relative ease. The only issue that  concerned me was meeting Angelo. I couldn't believe how the closer the  date approached, the more anxious I felt.

Max had set it up because I didn't trust myself to go through with the  phone call. Angelo readily agreed, probably out of curiosity more than  anything else. I'd made reservations for us at an uptown restaurant,  Gautreau's, which was known for it's excellent food and upscale dining.  It was an intimate restaurant where I knew we would all feel safe and  secure.

Trey Lennon updated Max three times per week, usually by text from a  burner phone, as to what Dimitri knew in terms of our whereabouts. We'd  told no one-not even Rasmus-where we were staying in the States. It was  safer that way because if he was captured and tortured, there wasn't any  information he could give to compromise our location.

Living in the South wasn't necessarily a dream of mine but I loved Max  and was willing to do whatever it took to keep us both safe and free  from harm. If it meant living someplace I wasn't wholly familiar with  but in comfort and luxury, so be it. I knew he would do everything in  his power to keep me safe and I felt the same about him.

The day of the meeting, I awoke early and turned over on my side to  watch Max sleep peacefully. He looked so young, the slight crease in his  forehead completely relaxed. As if he knew I secretly caught him  unawares, his eyes opened slowly and he rolled over, inching closer  toward me.

"Hey, you."

"Good morning," I murmured before I leaned over and kissed his neck. "I  have awful morning breath I have no desire to overwhelm you with it . . .  and not in a good way either."

He pushed down the covers to reveal his naked body but a cock that was  anything but asleep. "I have morning wood and I truly do want to  overwhelm you with it . . . morning breath and all."

I laughed back at him as he leaned over me as I turned and lay flat on  my back. His mouth kissed mine and all the sudden, bad breath didn't  matter the least bit. I loved the way his tongue took control and owned  me from the inside out. His kisses were still amazing and I wanted him  then, more than I'd ever wanted a man in my life.

More than I'd wanted Edward and that was saying something since both men were twin brothers.

It was funny but the closer we became as a couple, the more we began to  fight in the bedroom about control issues when it came to sex. I  capitulated for several stolen moments as Max's hands and fingers roamed  my body before I surprised him and reversed our position entirely by  throwing him flat on his back and taking charge.

My hands gripped his upper arms as I kissed his jaw, the stubble of his  unshaved face teasing my lips before my tongue darted out and licked him  all the way down to his Adam's apple.

He groaned out loud as one of my hands wandered down to his cock and  grabbed it eagerly, applying enough pressure to cause pain as I massaged  his full length with steely gripped fingers.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head while he enjoyed the feeling  of me jerking him off, nice and slow, knowing I had no desire for him to  come in my hand. We were just getting started, after all.

"That feels so fucking good but you know what would be better than  that?" Max said in a morning voice laced with sleep and desire.

"I'm always looking to outdo myself," I purred into his ear.

"Sit on my face. I want to eat your pussy while you go down on me," he groaned out loud.
         

     



 
"If you insist." I let go of his dick reluctantly as he scooted down the  bed until his head was against the mattress without the aid of a  pillow.

I turned around and swung a thigh over the other side of his head,  straddled his face. The moment I saw his tongue flick over pierced clit,  I ground myself into his mouth. There was something so hot about seeing  his mouth devour my pussy while his fingers traced the outer ring of  asshole. I felt myself flush with wetness and desire as he continued to  pleasure me, his teeth tugged at my piercing and my back involuntarily  arched.

Slowly, I lay down over his lean body, grabbed his cock and my mouth  closed over the head, the bullring Prince Albert feeling strangely cold  and metallic against the hot flesh of his skin. I knew every ridge of  his beautiful cock and my mouth slowly began to accommodate him,  piercing and all as I worked a bit more of him inside.

It was hard work trying to concentrate on the task at hand as he applied  lube around my asshole and plunged a small butt plug inside my ass  while his fingers moved in and out of my pussy and his tongue flicked  against my clit, teasing me mercilessly.

The build up was slow and the pressure steady but I eventually began to  work his cock in and out of my mouth, down my throat where that piece of  metal felt foreign and forbidden. It still was my greatest fear the  damn thing would come off become lodged in my throat. It wasn't exactly  my dream reason for EMT to be rushed out to our place of residence. I  knew it was a silly fear but still something I thought about every time I  sucked his cock.

Max's hips began to move as he fucked my mouth and throat all the while  never altering the pressure or the intensity of the way he ate me out. I  let him get away with it for a while until the last flick of his  tongue, followed by devouring my clit with his mouth and fingers rubbing  my G-spot sent me over the edge.