by Alexa Riley
I toss the knife onto the floor, not even looking at where it lands because I’m unable to take my eyes from her body. I spread my hands across her belly, seeing such a difference between the two of us. Where she’s soft and pale, I’m tanned and covered in scars. Not one mark is on her body, the creamy skin shining in the light. My hands move to her stomach and slide up higher. She raises her chest as I make my way to her tits.
I glance into her eyes and see that she’s not watching my hands, but instead she’s watching me, her lips slightly parted with desire all over her face.
Never in my life did I think I’d have this perfection in front of me. She’s ripe and innocent, and I’m going to spread my filth all over her. Fill her pussy with it. I’m a selfish bastard, and I’ll take the treat she’s dangling in front of my face. Someone should have protected her long ago, because I’m about to have every inch of her.
I brush my fingers over her nipples. The delicate pink peaks harden under my rough touch. I pinch one and then the other, going slowly.
“Viktor, I need more,” she pleads with me.
I close my eyes, trying to get myself under control. When she says my name like that, I’ll do anything. I open my eyes again, staring into hers and trying to relay all that I’m feeling.
“Don’t ask me to go fast. I’ve waited so long for this, dreamed about it so many times. I’m going to take my time, and you’re not going to rush me.”
She smiles at me and puts her hands above her head. “Do with me as you please.”
Leaning down, I suck a nipple into my mouth. The feel of it on my tongue is almost too much, and I have to grind my hard cock against her thigh for some relief. She moans as she arches up, showing me she wants more. Her sounds of pleasure are driving me to the point of insanity. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth before I move to the next, giving it the same treatment. Back and forth I go between them, until her cries are more than I can stand.
I move down her body, needing to taste all of her. My tongue dips into her belly button before going to one hip and grazing my teeth across it. I kiss my way over to the other, then bite her there as well, marking her as mine. My angel wiggles under my touch, with her hips rising under me.
“This feels so good.” Her words are broken as they fall from her lips. Her body is covered in a layer of sweat as her excitement grows. I kiss her everywhere, wanting to taste it.
I slip my fingers under her soft pink panties, pulling them down her legs and moving to stand on the side of the bed. I look at her laid out on the bed for my taking, her hands stretched above her head.
“This is it, London. You’re mine forever now.”
She smiles and spreads her legs shyly. I grab her ankle, rubbing my thumbs across it, wanting to feel her soft skin again. I easily pull her down the bed as I drop to the floor between her spread thighs. I toss her legs over my shoulders and lick my lips.
“Angel.” I whisper her name against her pussy as I breathe in her heavenly scent. The smell of her fresh pussy fills my senses, and I grip her ass with both hands. She isn’t going anywhere. She’s staying put until I’m finished.
I take one long lick, and when I pass her clit she jerks in my grip. I keep her thighs in a tight hold. I need this more than I need my next breath, and she’s going to give it to me. I want to show her I can take care of her and make her feel good. I may not be worthy of her, but I’ll make sure she has everything she’s dreamed of.
She moans my name as my tongue circles her clit. Then I suck on her until she’s thrashing. Her legs begin to shake and I watch her fingers dig into the sheets.
“That’s it, angel. Ride my face.”
Up and down my tongue moves between her swollen lips as her body nears its peak. Steady strums right on her hard pearl are what she’s after, and I give it to her. I lick her virgin cunt within an inch of its life, and I’m rewarded when she screams my name and warm, wet cream lands on my tongue.
I don’t stop as she pulses and her orgasm rocks through her body. I help her stretch it out and keep my mouth right where she needs it most.
“Please, Viktor, it’s too much,” she pleads, oversensitive from her climax.
I give her cunt one last peck and then kiss the inside of each of her thighs before I rise to my feet. There’s a dreamy look on her face, and I want to beat my chest like I conquered a goddamn mountain. There’s never been a greater moment in my life. Seeing her like this, happy with what I’ve done to her, and knowing I’m about to go balls deep into my new home.
I strip off my clothes and stare down at her.
“Show me my prize,” I demand, staring between her legs.
They fall open, showing me her soaked pink pussy that’s glistening with her release. For a moment I wonder how it will look when it’s covered in my cum, and I take my cock in my hand. I pump up and down the thick length, licking my lips and tasting what’s left of her pussy. Her virgin cunt is the jewel I will hold most precious. But make no mistake, I will own it.
She reaches her hands out, silently calling for me. I slide one arm under her body and climb onto the bed with her, scooting her up. I move between her thighs, pushing them wide open as I slide my cock between her wet lips.
Leaning down, I kiss her, letting my tongue show her what my cock is about to do. When my mouth moves to her neck, I press the tip of my cock to her opening. It’s covered in cum and slick with her own release.
“You make me feel so small,” she says, looking down to where we are about to be joined.
“You are small. But I’ll be as gentle as I can.” I’ll try not to hurt her, but I have to be inside her. There’s no way around it. I have to own her, and I have to fuck her, and I need to do it now.
“I trust you,” she says, raising her hips. I growl, loving how hungry she is for this, too.
She makes the cutest mewling sounds as I push forward just a few inches, letting the thick head sink into her virgin cunt. I feel her barrier stop me after only a few inches, and I hold there. Leaning down, I kiss her lips softly as I thrust forward, all the way to the root, and sink into her tight pussy. Her warm, wet grip squeezes me as I feel her tense and then relax. I don’t move right away, but instead kiss her slowly and let her adjust. The silky heat of her pussy is begging me to cum on the spot, but I focus on her and hold out.
As her hips move tentatively, I check my control. It’s taking everything in me not to thrust in and out of her like a dog. She’s the one person on this earth that I never want to hurt, and I will make sure that I spend my life from here on out only giving her pleasure.
“Move,” she whispers against my lips, and I do as she says.
My thick cock pulls out in a long stroke and slowly sinks back into her warmth. I move her hips so that every thrust is pleasure, making sure her G-spot is being rubbed every single time.
Her breath catches and I know I’m right where she needs it, so I hold it there, rubbing it with the fat head of my dick. Her body coils under mine and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“That’s it right there, isn’t it?” I move my lips to her neck and bite her. “I’m going to make sure you’re addicted to that fucking sweet spot so every time your pussy tingles, you climb on my cock and make me find it.”
Her tight cunt is gripping me hard and it’s perfect. Heat builds in my spine and I’m doing everything I can to not cum. I don’t want this moment to be over, but I know as soon as I cum, I’ll be ready for round two.
“Angel, I need your eyes, baby.” My voice is so gruff I don’t even recognize it. “I want your eyes on me when it hits you.”
She pops open her eyes and gives this small nod as I thrust hard. Her mouth falls open and she screams out my name as her pussy clamps around me. I cum with her as the full load from my cock releases into her pulsing pussy. It doesn’t seem to stop as her cunt grips me tighter and tighter, taking everything I have to give.
CHAPTER FIVE
LONDON
VIKTOR ROLLS
over so I’m lying on top of him. He plays with my hair, bringing it to his nose every now and then and smelling it.
“That was amazing,” I sigh. I turn a little and kiss the place over his heart. I lay my ear back down on it, listening to it beat. It’s soothing.
“You are amazing.”
I let out another deep sigh, feeling sleepy and content. “I’ve never felt so at peace.” I really don’t care how crazy all of this is. As long as Viktor and I are on the same page, it doesn’t matter.
“We should leave tomorrow. Someone knows I’m here. I don’t think this person would give away my location, but I will never risk your safety.”
“That’s very cryptic of you,” I laugh. “I don’t need it all right now, but you have to give me something. You probably know almost everything there is to know about me.”
“I didn’t know your father hit you.” His chest rumbles in fury.
“That was the first time,” I admit, trying to cool his anger, but it doesn’t seem to work. “It doesn’t matter. I’m with you now, and I’m sure no one will get within five feet of me ever again.”
That helps some of the tension leave his body.
“I grew up in Russia. I normally mask my accent when around others, but it comes out when I’m with you.”
I don’t know why, but I like that a lot.
“My mother was gone before I could even remember her.”
“Mine too.” I tilt my head to look up at him. He tenses for a second and I notice his brows draw together.
“My father was a doctor. He practiced in a small clinic in our basement and made house calls. He didn’t have normal patients. People went to him when they didn’t want to go to the hospital because the police would ask too many questions.”
He keeps on playing with my hair while he talks to me.
“My older sister hated it. I didn’t give it much thought. Then one day I went down to the local store to pick up some things. I didn’t feel like I was gone long, but when I got home I couldn’t find anyone. I went downstairs to his clinic and they were both dead.” I see pain in his eyes. “My sister…” He pauses, looking away from me. “They were not merciful.”
I hold on to Viktor, letting him know I’m here. I want to comfort the little boy who had to see that.
“I went upstairs and I packed a bag. I took one of my father’s guns and some cash he kept at home and I left. I hoped the police would think whoever did this took me and would think I was dead, too. They did.”
“Where did you go?” My eyes water.
“I lived on the streets. I was trying to find the person who killed my sister. I wanted revenge on the sick fuck who did those things to her. It took years, but I found him.”
“How old were you when you found him?”
“Barely a teenager. By that time, I’d learned the streets. When I found him I took him to an abandoned warehouse. I used to read everything I could get my hands on, and growing up, a lot of that was medical textbooks my father had around. This knowledge was helpful. I knew how to cause pain but also how to do it in a way that wouldn’t kill him. Or at least, not quickly.”
At that, I tense. He was a little boy doing this. I turn my head and give him a kiss over his heart again to let him know I’m still with him.
“I played with him for hours until I finally shot him. He was my first kill.”
I crawl up Viktor’s body to put my face into his neck. “Keep going.”
“I left a note on his body with my sister’s name. It didn’t take long for word to spread about what had been done. People were shocked that such a young boy had done these things. It wasn’t long until people were asking me to do things for them, offering me money to do it. I was young. I could get in and out of places without being noticed. I took the jobs and did what I had to do.”
“You’re a contract killer?”
“Yes.”
“You said you pick your jobs. How do you pick them?”
“I take jobs that rid the world of people like my sister’s killer. But understand that just because I do it my way doesn’t make it okay. I’m still a killer, angel. I kill people for money. This is who you lie in bed with, who you gave your innocence to.”
“Viktor.” I kiss below his ear before sitting up and looking down at him. His chest is littered with scars. I place my hands flat on his chest, my hair falling all around us. I feel powerful sitting over him, but he looks like a warrior between my thighs. “Are you done with that life? Are we free of it?”
“You still want me?” He looks at me with hope in his eyes, his hands moving down to my hips.
“Would you let me go if I didn’t?” I raise an eyebrow in question. His fingers dig in, silently answering me. “I don’t want to go. I love you. All of you.”
Suddenly I’m on my back and Viktor is looking down on me. Being thrown around so easily sends a delicious chill up my spine. “I’m done with that life. If you are by my side, I’ll give it all up.”
I lock my arms around his neck.
“I love you more than anything, angel, and I’m going to show you that for the rest of our lives.”
“Start now. Make love to me.”
CHAPTER SIX
VIKTOR
I LIE HERE STARING at my angel while she sleeps. Her hair is all over me. It’s softer than silk and I find myself playing with it constantly. I need to get up and start making plans. I wanted to do it after we ate dinner last night, but we ended up swimming in the lake, then tumbled back into bed after a shower. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Even through the night I couldn’t stop from reaching for her. Each time, she welcomed me with spread thighs and a wet cunt. I should have let her rest, but I’m an animal when it comes to her. I have a feeling she’s going to be sore. It may work to my advantage since we’ll be traveling most of the day.
I slide out from under her, hoping to get my shit done before she wakes up. I walk out of the room and head for the bag I dropped by the door. I find a pair of boxers and slide them on before grabbing a burner phone out of my bag.
I freeze when I hear something coming up the gravel driveway outside. I glance down the hall to make sure my angel isn’t coming, then sidle over to the window to look out.
I can feel the smile pulling at my lips.
I open the door, stepping out as her father comes up the stairs to the porch. His gray hair is styled and like always he’s in a suit. I’m starting to see that everything is about appearances for him. He freezes at the sight of me. I take a step to close some of the distance between us. The shock is clear on his face.
“It’s you, that man she’s been drawing in her notebooks,” he says, accusation in his voice.
I watched her draw so many times, but I never had any idea what it was. Fuck, I love her. I’m starting to see she really loves me, too. She keeps on showing it time and time again. I’m going to take it.
I don’t say anything. Instead I give him a bored look.
“Get off my property right now,” he says, flustered but straightening his shoulders.
“Can’t,” I say, taking another step closer. “It doesn’t belong to you.”
His face drops a little at my words. “Is my daughter in there?”
“She doesn’t belong to you anymore.” I fire back, then lightning fast, I backhand him across the face.
He flies back, hitting the gravel, and I’m on him before he can cry out. I wrap my hand around his throat so he can’t make a noise.
“You’re going to be real fucking quiet because my angel is sleeping. If you wake her, things are going to go badly for you.” He’s choking and trying to pull my hand away from his throat.
“Blink twice if you understand me.”
He does, and I release him. He coughs but covers his mouth at the same time. I stand back up, looking down at him. It takes everything in me not to kick him, but I’d probably break something, and I want him to leave. I don’t want my angel seeing him. I handle any darkness that tries t
o come at her.
“Get up and get the fuck out of here.”
He stands, backing up a few paces and rubbing his throat. My handprint is already showing on it. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “Don’t think I don’t know about London’s mom.” His face pales at my words. “Don’t come back here or try to reach out to her again. She’s dead to you.” With that, I turn and go back in the house, locking the door behind me. I look out the window and watch him take one last look at the house before he gets in his car and leaves.
I grab my burner phone and make a call. I hear the line pick up.
“It’s Fixer.”
“Finally calling in that favor?”
“Yeah, I want you to make it look like an accident.” I rattle off her father’s address before hanging up. He took her mother from her and laid hands on her. He was already a dead man.
I make one last call to line up plans, then I break the phone in half and toss it into the trash. I head back upstairs, feeling like I’ve already been away from her too long. I slide into bed next to her and she wraps her naked body around me.
A feeling of being home settles in my chest.
“You smell good,” she says against my neck, then kisses me there and gives a little nibble. My cock hardens at the slightest attention from her.
“How are you feeling?”
“A little sore, but a good sore,” she sighs.
“I’m going to run you a bath. I’ll make us something to eat, and then we need to hit the road.”
“Mmkay,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t move. I slide out and she grabs for me, but I’m already pulling her into my arms. I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom, sitting her on the counter.
I run the water for her bath, making it nice and warm. “Give me a morning kiss,” she says, finally opening her eyes. I step between her legs and take her mouth. The kiss is soft and sleepy, and when she’s finished I pick her up and place her in the warm water.