The Accountant

Chapter 32 Casualties Dominic

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 Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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.

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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.

"Why don't we touch your pussy, detka. Let's feel how wet you are." He knew he will be inside her

soon. He just wanted to heighten her lust. For him.

Guiding both of their hands down, eager fingers grazed her pussylips and they both groaned.

Dominic was murmuring his appreciation. Kissing and sucking her neck. His free hand kept tweaking

her hard nipples.

She stood there, the warm water cascading over them and she let him do whatever he wanted.

Surrendering herself to him completely. He knew what she was feeling for he felt the same. He had

given himself to her completely.

With her pussy glistening with her juices, her puffy labia flowering open with her body's need, he

inserted his thick middle finger in her tight slit. Her walls clung to him and he pressed deeper. From

beneath heavy eyelids, she looked down and groaned. Her thighs trapped his hand.

"You have always been responsive for me, detka. Always." His hands continuing to knead and mold her

full breasts. "See? You are almost ready to come for me."

He added another finger stretching her slit, exploring it, feeling her juices coat his digits.

Watching her on the brink of orgasm, his body raged with desire, his fires roared, spurring him on. His

thumb tapped against her clit as it slid up and down through her wetness.

Sighing needily Beau shifted back to rub her ass against Dominic's bulging cock.

"You are getting so hot. Ready to come on my fingers." He whispered.

Beau moaned louder. "I need you inside me, Dominic. Please."

For several long moments, he continued, letting her rub her ass against him, his cock riding in between

her firm cheeks while he kept running his finger through her slit, mauling her breasts with increasing

hunger. She closed her eyes in response to the waves of desire rolling through her.

His control finally snap. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Bend over," Dominic instructed, his hands leaving her breasts to guide her. One held her waist while

the other pressed on her shoulder.

"Your wound..." She hesitated for a brief moment and tilted her face to look in his blazing eyes. What

she saw made her groan.

"My cock hurts more than my wound. Now, bend over, detka. Let me love you." He growled when she

did as told.

Her silent compliance spurred him on.

"Dominic," she whispered.

"Yes, I'll give you pleasure." He soothed. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

"Yes, my love." Beau leaned on the expensive gold-trimmed black tiles, her hands flat, legs parted,

exposing her raised buttocks to him and her swollen pussy lips.

Then she waited, her sex glistening. She didn't have to wait long. Palming her globes, he settled in

between. His rod sawing back and forth.

One of his hands settled on her hip, hot against her flesh. His thumb pressed into her asscheek. He

guided his cock to her waiting pussy. Finding her opening, he pressed the tip into her. As he continued

to push forward her heightened state of arousal allowed the majority of his cock to penetrate her easily.

Then he stopped and pulled back, removing a couple of inches. When he slid forward again his entire

length sunk into her and his crotch mashed against her ass.

From out of nowhere that single, full penetration sent an orgasm rocketing through her. "Fuck!" He

gritted his teeth. He didn't want this to end before it had begun.

Her muscles clenched and spasmed. Her head rolled back and she was gasping for breath. Her eyes

snapped shut. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" She cried out.

Dominic grabbed onto her other hip and ground himself into her.

The orgasmic tidal waves crashing through her body made them both moan again.