The Accountant novel Chapter 32

This fucking man saved his life. His friend jumped out of nowhere and intercepted the fucking bullet meant for him.

The Cartel leader now had a fucking bullet wound in his ribcage, it went through and through and it was stuck in Dominic's thigh. Still, he was grateful he lived. He couldn't leave his beautiful detka just yet.

Grunting from the irritating pain in his leg, he half crawled towards his friend's bleeding body. They would make sure he'd live.

Antoine Lemonte, sprawled on his back, his face blank and his brains splattered beneath him. He was only a few feet away, and Alec, Dominic's general, smoking gun in hand was looking down at him in disgust.

The tzar could hear sirens and cars screeching in the distance. Fuck! "It's time to go, Alec."

Both of them were injured from the blast and Dominic had a bullet wound embedded in his left leg. He could deal with the pain. He couldn't say the same for the man who saved him. He was barely breathing and his whole upper body was soaked in blood.

They managed to carry Rafael's heavily muscled physique out of the place.

"Burn the building," Alec instructed their men. They immediately emptied cans of kerosene and some went to gather the dead bodies.

Two SUVs were coming their way and it was tantamount to a car racing. Whoever the driver was, he had no care for the speed limit.

A few seconds later, the driver was revealed. SHE had no care for the speed limit.

"Oh, God, Dominic!" Beau's eyes were round and she ran to him. "I told you to be fucking careful!" She shouted. Matching his strides walking towards the waiting vehicle.

His father reached them first with his long strides and he helped them carry the dead weight. Dr. Lizzie Hope was already attending Rafael and checking his vitals.

His detka was muttering hysterically and her face was ashen. Fuck!

Nodding to one of his men to take his place, he let them transport the Cartel Leader to the nearest car.

Free from the burden, he pulled Beau in his arms and hugged her tightly. She sobbed and threw her arms around him. Cursing him in Russian. He loved it. "Let's go home, moya lyubov."

God, he was so grateful he was alive.

He was back where he belonged.

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"Fucking hold still Dominic or I swear to God..!" No use in agitating his detka even more. With hooded eyes, he watched her tend to him with trembling hands. "I told you not a scratched. Now you go home to me...

He let her sweet voice, throwing expletives at him and sermonising him within an inch of his life, wash over him. It was good to be home.

It was easy to dig the bullet out since it was embedded less than an inch. And most of his wounds from the blast were superficial. Thanked God they were able to jump for cover when Antoine hurled the grenade at them.

Beau was almost done sewing the small incision on his limb. Good. He has plans.

"How's Rafael doing?" In the meantime, he had to distract himself from the enticing sight of his detka kneeling in between his knees. Fuck! He had missed her hot mouth on his cock.

"Lizzie has yet to come out of the operating room. But it looks promising. From an initial CT scan, there were no internal organs damaged, only a nick in his liver. We just have to watch out for infection." She whispered. Her voice was grainy. Dominic frowned.

Beau wouldn't look at him and her head was bent. Whatever lascivious thoughts he was having vanished.

"Baby," he uttered tenderly and lift her chin with two fingers.

His detka was crying silently. The sight was even more painful than a bullet wound.

"Dominic," she hugged his waist and sobbed on his lap. His gut clenched. "I thought I lost you." Her voice was muffled yet he could hear her clearly.

"I had it under control, baby. Alec had my back and Rafael took the bullet meant for me." Trying to reason out at the state she was in was useless.

He gathered her in his arms and carried her up the stairs, away from so many eyes hovering over them. He could hear his maman clucking her disapproval but his father took her away.

"Your wound," she squirmed, trying to get down.

"Stay still so I won't feel the pain, detka." He admonished. Those words halted her movements right away.

Entering their master suite, he led them straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" She asked incredulously.

Placing her before him, he trapped her before the marbled his and her counter.

"You need to bath me, my love. I smell of smoke and gunpowder. I can't move much with my stiff muscles." Yeah. Something was beginning to stiffen alright. It seemed there was only one thing to do to prove to his detka he was okay and every part of his body was functioning perfectly.

"Oh, God. Here, let me help you." She uttered with concern.

He tried to look innocent, face bland, and watch her nibble fingers. His lips curving when she peeled his damaged shirt slowly.

"Urg, my pants too, baby." His voice became thicker. She didn't notice because she again knelt before him and help his injured leg out of the damaged pants, then the other one.

Her hands were soft and warm on his skin and his whole body tightened. "Are you sure it's safe to shower with your wound still fresh?"

"Yes, moya lyubov. And besides, you will take care of me." His detka was kept in dark of his plans.

"Of course. Come on." Beau removed her pants and shirt, leaving her delectable body in a pair of lacy red underwear. Hmmm, sexy. Just like the first time they made love. Though this time, there was an adorable barely noticeable baby bump. His lust climbed to new heights.

Mature Content 18+

Letting her lead him to stand under the lukewarm shower, he stood perfectly still and let her ponder to his senses. Her gentle hands washing his front carefully, soaping then rinsing his neck, bulging arms, and torso. When she reached his defined V, he held his breath. "Remove my boxers." And she did.

His erection was pulsing and he almost jumped out of his skin when she cupped him and began to wash his rigid cock. Fuck!

Beau's warm and slippery hands were bliss but he didn't want to come yet.

His was woman breathing heavily and her eyes were glued to where her hands were.

"My turn, detka." His hands halted her movements and he turned her so her back was facing his front. Fuck! He loved her lush asscheeks. Patience.

Laving washcloth to create more bubbles, he began to rub her shoulder blades, down to her smooth back, her pair of undies was plastered to her charms and he knew it only added to her excitement.

"It will feel better without your flimsy excuse of underwear in the way. Don't you think so, detka?" He murmured on her nape and she moaned.

"Yes," she sighed heavily.

"Then why don't we take it off and get it out of the way?" His teeth nibbled her ear.

Not waiting for an answer. His hands fell at the top of her breasts to drop in between her mounds and undid the clasp.

Beau whimpered in anticipation.  His hands were soon be manipulating her breasts unhindered, she arched her body, encouraging.

Dominic had to release his hold on her for a minute to tug her wet pair of panties, uncaring if he damaged the silk fabric. He heard her protest but she quieted when his hands went back to her luscious and sensitive breasts.

Mashing her swollen nipples beneath his palms, cupping and squeezing her full mounds with renewed hunger, her head rested on his chest. Then he rolled her nipples between thumb and finger, tugging on them gently a few times before once more cupping her luscious mounds and firmly squeezing them.

Every second that passed, his desire for his detka grew higher, being able to pleasure her gave him pleasure. Fanning both their flames higher and higher. Soon she was whimpering with each tweak, panting with every squeeze. Her fingers tensing and scraping his forearms, tugging as jolts of electricity shot through her nerves.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" His hot breath once more swirled in her ear.

She arched her back slightly, jutting her chest out, pressing herself more firmly into his hands.

"Oh, God, yes," she sighed.

Fuck! He was so damn hard.

"Yes, I know the pleasure you are feeling. How this turns you on and how your pussy is getting really wet. I bet it's dripping with your juices."

"Dominic." she whimpered. Her sweet ass grinding on his slippery length.