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Chapter Twenty-Six

Duality - Slipknot

Riot

I followed her, teased her, and raced her. I let her win. I know that her Range Rover is capable of high speeds, but not as much as my car.

Now, I sit in the woods watching her and her little group of friends laugh, cooking hot dogs and burgers on their little fire, the stuff they bought with my card. I don’t care that she spends my money. Hell, she can run my bank dry, and I don’t give a fuck. I watch as her blonde hair glows in the moonlight, the stars even more visible here with absolutely no light.

They stayed up for hours telling all kinds of stories, teaching my Moss more about today’s culture and economy. I stayed up watching them while also texting Viktor every five seconds to make sure Mama is still with him.

We rescued her after we searched Marcus and his men for phones, going through them one by one. Sure enough, the address to the warehouse she was being held in was there. We got her back within the hour, and now Viktor is on strict Mama watching duties. She’ll be getting a few bodyguards soon.

After the stories died off, one by one, they headed into the large cabin they rented. My Moss is the only one left by two am. She sits by the lake edge, her feet barely in the water, her pant legs rolled up, her large coat bundled into herself. I know that water has to be cold; it’s almost the middle of February, but she welcomes the cold.

I see her get up and head towards the cabin, going in for the night, I assume. I’m wrong when she comes back out a few minutes later, a large blanket drowning over her coat. I look closer to see that it’s my blanket. Fuck. My dick twitches in my now tight jeans at the sight of it.

I watch her grab a loaf of bread. What the fuck? She grabs her phone and a water, stuffing them both into her coat pockets before disappearing into the trees. It doesn’t take long before I see the flash from her phone turn on, giving her light to see.

I get up from my hiding spot, following the glow of her phone. Getting closer to her, I see she started tearing off pieces of bread and throwing them on the ground to find her way back.

Following the trail, I pick up every piece of bread and shove it in my hoodie pocket. I still bring my mask everywhere out of habit. I mean, all my pants have buttons and hooks in them to turn on and hang the mask. It bounces on my left hip right now.

She stops near a river, with little critters surrounding the space, drinking and bathing. She walks up to a small deer, it getting spooked when it sees her. I see her sigh out of disappointment and then gasp as it comes back to her, its head bowing slightly at her. She timidly reaches her hand out, petting it between the ears.

I take a few steps forward, making my way to the side of her. A twig snaps under my boot, and the deer runs as her eyes search the dark trees.

“Hello?” Her voice shakes as she says it, fear seeping out of her pores. I chuckle, and I know she hears it because she takes a few steps back. She forgets she has a flashlight, or else I probably would’ve been caught by now.

Unclipping my mask, I put it on and put my hand on the button in my pants. When I get as close as I can, her eyes still searching the dark, I press the button. The green glows light up the surrounding trees, and I see her eyes flick to mine, fear present in them.

“Riot,” She whispers, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t hurt. She won’t call me Dmitri.

Growling, I storm over to her, grabbing her forearms and pushing her into the nearest tree. I bend my face down to her neck, smelling the flesh there.

Fuck, she smells so good. My cock hardens even more at just the scent of her. Grinding my hard-on against her, she gasps. “I’m with someone. You can’t do that.” Oh, the fuck you are. Mason Glun. A stupid bastard for sure. He’s thousands of dollars in debt, that’s still climbing as his gambling addiction spirals.

“That boy will be dead. I will torture him so much that he’s begging for death by the end of it.” Her eyes shine something I can’t figure out, before disappearing. I reach my hand down to her pants, fingers sliding under the band of them. Her needy legs open for me, welcoming my hand.

“Tell me, Moss, has he touched you like this?” I question, driving one of my fingers into her wet heat. God, she’s so fucking wet for me, like the fear turns her on more. Oh, who am I kidding? It does turn her on more.

Plunging my finger in her, she moans loudly. It echoes through the trees, going straight to my steel-hard cock. Her head falls to my shoulder, her teeth gripping the skin, sending jolts of pain through it. Joke’s on her, that turns me on more. “You develop a biting kink, Moss? Your pussy is so wet. Just for me, baby?”

I rip my mask off, throwing it on the ground next to us before my head dives into her neck, sucking the skin. She moans louder, and I place my mouth over her. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, swallowing her moans as she climbs to her climax. “Riot,” She whines. I retract my fingers, slapping her clothed pussy hard enough to make her yelp.

“My name is Dmitri.”

Letting her go, she leans against the tree, staring into my soul. I drop to my knees in front of my queen. Her eyes search mine, desire swirling in the green.

I let my fingers trace the band of her pants before dipping in them and pulling them down. She gasps at the cold air that bites her skin. Before she has time to protest, I latch my mouth to her hot pussy, my tongue lapping up all her juices.

Fuck she tastes so sweet. I’ll eat her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t want to let her go yet, but the war isn’t over yet. Only a year, I promise myself.

Her fingers wind into my grown-out hair, gripping the strands and pulling on them, more pain sparking as her fingernails create divots in my skull. I lift one of her legs to sit on my shoulder, giving me deeper access. I thrust two fingers into her heat, my tongue still working her clit as she nears her climax.