The Killer’s Vow by Aria R. Blue
Vera
We’re officially in Disney World.
I don’t think my heart beat this hard even when Simon kissed me for the first time.
In a single day, I went from being a good daughter to a runaway. And now, I’m in an overwater bungalow with a man I met last week.
What is this life?
We’re at one of Disney’s resort hotels. This one has an island theme that makes me feel like I’m vacationing in Bali.
We have an entire overwater bungalow to ourselves, and it comes with a fully-equipped kitchen and a private pool.
There’s a bracelet around my wrist called the MagicBand.
“You can use it to enter parks and buy stuff,” he says. “It even opens our hotel door.”
“How do you know all this?” I ask him.
He’d been driving the entire day, and he wasn’t even on the phone with anybody.
“I looked it up last night,” he says easily.
“Instead of sleeping,” I accuse, crossing my arms.
But it’s hard to be mad at him when he brought me to Disney freaking World. And it was all because I told him in passing that I wanted to see it once in my life.
He opens the front door and holds it open for me.
I would be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter every time he acts like a gentleman. He opens doors for me and asks me every thirty minutes if I’m comfortable. On the other hand, he hasn’t slept in two days.
I step into the suite.
“It’s beautiful,” I marvel, walking straight to the view of the water.
It’s lit up by spectacular fireworks from far away that are accompanied by music.
“That’s one of the parks,” he says, speaking from behind me. “Magic Kingdom. It’s a boat ride away.”
We stay there, his body heat warming my back, his presence warming my heart.
He’s good for me.
He soothes something inside me that I didn’t realize needed soothing.
“Inessa would have loved this,” I whisper. My chest squeezes, crushing my heart and lungs.
“You can tell her all about it when you see her again,” Simon says.
“You mean if I see her again,” I exhale, closing my eyes. I can still see the fireworks through closed eyelids.
Simon reaches out for me.
Instead of touching my back or waist, he reaches for my hand.
Even that innocent touch takes my breath away.
“We’ll find her, Vera,” he says. “Don’t you dare give up before we even start.”
“I feel guilty,” I confess. “At this moment, my sister could be suffering. Some man might be torturing her. Not all men are like you, Simon.”
Every time I was alone with one of the men I was supposed to marry, they mistook my docile nature for weakness.
They took liberties with my body.
I kept hoping that the next man would be different, but every single one of them broke a part of my soul. All of them destroyed my faith in men.
Simon is no gentleman.
He’s just a gentleman for me.
He knows it’s what I need. And he gives me that.
“We’re going to do all that we can, okay?” His deep rumble floods my eardrums. “I promise you that you’ll see your sister again.”
I believe him when he says that.
I believe him.
He kisses the top of my head. “Let’s go get dinner. I’ll tell you about how we’ll spend tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
Lion already had his dinner at our last stop. He’s collapsed on one of the rugs now, sleeping peacefully. His paws keep twitching, though.
“He’s running in his sleep,” I tell Simon, nodding at my dog.
“At least he doesn’t snore all night.” Simon grins.
I push at his arm. Of course, it doesn’t budge.
“I want to change first,” I say.
Simon takes a step away, and his grin changes into something more devilish. “Go ahead.”
“Get out before I call for my dog,” I say, smiling back at him.
“He wouldn’t do a thing to me,” he says, backing out.
“Hm. That’s what he wants you to think.”
The door shuts behind him, and I have the master bedroom all to myself.
I take the bag Ivy packed for me and look through its contents for the first time.
There are four different wigs and five different contact lenses for me to mix and match. There are fake noses and dentures as well, but I’m not ready for those yet.
Aside from the prosthetics, she packed date night dresses and casual everyday clothes too.
I pull out a black lace thing with my index finger and hold it up in front of me.
Even though Ivy claims to hate Simon’s guts, she packed some dangerously sexy lingerie.
Ivy Blackwood is a crime boss, but she also has a flair for fashion.
She’s good at throwing together outfits, and everything she packed for me is her own designs.
I settle with a glamorous look—a black corset top with a glittering black tiered skirt.
It makes me feel sexy, but I also want to see Simon’s reaction to it.
After ten more minutes, I step out of the bedroom. Simon looks up from his laptop with a smile. “Finally.”
His smile fades as he takes me in.
He puts the laptop away and gives me his full attention.
“Gorgeous,” he whispers in Russian.
“I think Ivy gave me real diamonds,” I say, brushing my fingers across my collarbone. A heavy choker necklace glitters under the warm lighting.
“You deserve nothing less,” he says, walking up to me and taking my hand.
He’s a good guy, but now that I’m dressed to kill, he can’t take his eyes off me.
He holds my hand the entire walk to the restaurant.
I never got to go to high school, but I’m pretty sure this is what a teenage crush feels like.
Everything’s a thrilling first, and everything feels like it’ll last forever.
We’re both given a lei when we enter the Polynesian-themed restaurant. The flower garland smells fresh and floral, lifting my mood even more.
By the time we finish dessert, I forget about every trouble that ever plagued my life.
It’s just Simon and me.
As we walk back to the bungalow, I notice that the stars are brighter here than they are back home.
The air has a sweet perfume to it, and live instrumental music escapes from somewhere far away.
When we reach the door to our bungalow, I lean against it. Simon’s chest is at eye level.
“You smell good,” I tell him, glancing at his thick neck where an angry vein pulses.
I want to smell him so bad.
“So do you,” he says, bracing his hands on either side of the door, trapping me and giving me space at the same time.
I look up into his hypnotizing eyes.
Fuck it.
It’s now or never.
Dropping my gaze back to his chest, I tug him closer using his shirt.
My corset brushes against his hard stomach, making my nipples pebble.
Pressing my body against his, I get up on my tiptoes and press my nose to his neck. His heady scent rushes straight to my brain, skyrocketing my desire.
My tongue darts out and licks the column of his neck.
It unleashes the wild in him.
He hasn’t been touching me until now. But as soon as I put my tongue on him, he’s touching me everywhere.
My back is slammed against the door, and my feet are lifted off the ground. I wrap them around his waist, and he presses himself against my core.
All I see is fire.
Air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. He captures it.
“Fuck, Vera,” he growls against my neck, his hand palming my breasts before squeezing. “You just had to go and put your wet little tongue on my throat, didn’t you?”
“It was innocent,” I gasp.
His hand lowers, the material of my skirt bunching around him. He grips my mound from over my panties.
“Is this innocent too?” he asks, his dirty words erasing every thought from my mind.
All I know is him and his touch.
He growls against my neck. “Now all I can think about is how your warm little tongue would feel carrying the weight of my cock.”
The door is slammed open, and he carries me in with my thighs flexed around his waist.
It’s quiet and dark. Simon doesn’t turn any lights on.
He takes me straight to the bedroom and pushes me up against another wall.
Before he touches me again, he looks up into my eyes. He’s a tropical storm asking for permission to wreak havoc on an ocean.
He’s asking for permission to touch.
Even though his desire is branded hot against my stomach, he’s asking me if I changed my mind in the time it took him to bring me to the bedroom.
I give him a small nod.
Yes.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“Good.” His lips crash into mine, tasting and teasing me as his fingers flex around my throat. “Good.”
I just gave a beast permission to feast.
And he’s doing just that.
Feasting.
He groans into my mouth. “Fucking hell, Vera. You taste like an addiction. I’m never going to get enough.”
His cock is grinding against my belly as he speaks. He’s using my body as a device to pleasure himself.
And something about that makes me feel so in control.
He needs me.
He needs only me.
His hands grope my breasts from over my corset. I moan into his mouth, and he traps that sound between us.
He presses his mouth against my ear. “I wonder how loud I can make you moan when I’m buried inside you. The only way to get you to stop would be to stuff this pretty mouth with my cock.”
“Simon,” I moan again, climbing higher into the unknown.
“Just like that, tigritsa moya,” he growls his approval, watching the way I drag my slit up and down his length. “It’s your first time, but you know exactly what you need to do, don’t you?”
“Does this feel good?” I ask, watching the way the tip of his cock glistens with my honey.
It’s hypnotic.
“Yeah, but it just makes me ache more,” he says, his fingers fumbling over the strings of my corset top.
I glance up at him, blinking demurely. “How do we get rid of that ache?”
Something shifts between us.
I’m offering him control, and he takes it.
He grips either side of my corset and yanks at it roughly, freeing my breasts.
Cool air hits my nipples, making them pebble into sharp diamonds.
He palms my breasts and rolls his fingers over my nipples.
“You can ease the pain by spreading these thighs wide for me every time I ask you to,” he says, thrusting his hips up at me.
“And?”
“And letting me have my way with this tight cunt,” he says. “Something tells me I’ll forget about every ache the second I sink into you.”
“Simon, I—”
I don’t even have to finish my sentence.
He rids me of all my clothes and takes me to the bed.
Instead of throwing me on it unceremoniously, he places me down with reverence.
I wiggle under his intense gaze.
He splays his palm over my belly, taking in every naked inch of me. All I have on me are my wasted panties.
His gaze burns hot when he sees the juncture of my thighs.
“So welcoming,” he praises, tracing a finger along the edge of my panties.
I squirm some more.
He moves to the other edge, making shapes with his finger around me but never placing his hand where I need him to.
His mouth is bruising my lips and my neck.
He places open-mouthed kisses over my collarbone and shoulders.
And when his mouth closes around my nipples, I shoot off the bed, my back arching for more.
He wraps his strong arm under my waist, supporting me as he eats my body.
His knees nudge my thighs wider, making space for himself.
I search for friction.
All of me is burning, needing more than what he’s giving me.
“Such a greedy little cunt,” he says, lifting himself off me to drag my panties down.
His eyes are zeroed in on me.
It clenches under his heated gaze.
“It knows that it needs to be stuffed by a big cock,” he says, lowering his head to kiss the bundle of nerves on top. “And it won’t stop squirming and teasing and making me so goddamn hard until I fuck you bare.”
“Bare?” I echo.
“I need to feel all of you, Vera,” he says, gathering all of my honey with his expert tongue. “And that means no condoms between us. You’ll feel every vein on my cock and take every drop of my come.”
I gasp, my fingers twisting in his thick dark hair.
“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Being filled to the brim with my seed.” And then he shows me his obsessive side. “I won’t stop filling you up until I get you pregnant, Vera. You’ll keep these thighs open for me and take everything like a good girl, won’t you?”
I clamp down on my lip as his thick finger pushes into me.
“Simon, it hurts.”
“I’m hurting you with a single finger? How the hell are you going to stretch yourself around my cock, princess? I might have to bind you to this bed to take what I need from you.”
The discomfort fades and is replaced by a deep hunger.
More.
“More,” I tell him.
He adds another finger and rests his thick cock against my thigh.
“You hear that?” he says, wrapping his hands around my throat again. My pussy makes wet, squelching sounds with every pump of his fingers. “It’s never had a cock, but it knows who it belongs to. It’s been waiting for me so patiently, and it knows that I’m about to give it everything it needs.”
Blood rushes to my ears, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
The top of my head starts to hit the headboard with the force of his fingers.
Simon pulls me away.
“I like watching these fat tits bounce, Vera. I think I want to put them to work every single night from now on. They’re made to entice and make men lose their minds.”
His cock spurts precome on my stomach as I start to clench around his fingers.
He lifts my thighs up and pulls his fingers out.
I don’t have time to miss his hands because his cock takes their place.
It’s hot and pulsing and angry.
I try to wiggle out from under him, but he splays his palm over my stomach.
It’s an act of ownership. But it’s also a way to calm me down.
“Yeah?” he asks.
I swallow and nod.
“I’ll just put the tip in,” he says, starting to push into me. It’s alien and foreign, discomfort spreading to my fingers and toes.
But there’s more. The deep bass of a drum that’s being played within me.
Simon keeps pushing in.
I trap my lower lip between my teeth. “You said you’d stop with the tip.”
“With a pussy this tight? Impossible,” he hisses, the muscles of his neck straining when he hits my cherry.
My hands are around his neck. I let him take control of all of me.
He pauses to look into my eyes.
I reach up to kiss him. He devours my lips as his cock pushes all the way in.
His forehead falls to mine, and he curses in Russian when he’s balls-deep inside me.
When I whimper in pain, his eyes open.
He kisses me softly, growling when I part my lips for him.
“Give yourself to me, Vera,” he says. “Give me all of you.”
I’m letting him do whatever he wants to my body, but I’m keeping some parts of me hidden.
I clench the muscles of my pelvis around him, and at the same time, I open up.
It’s a physical release.
To show him my heart and soul.
He wraps a hand around the back of my neck as he starts pumping into me.
His thrusts are brutal, but they worship my body at the same time.
It’s a transformation.
I can feel it.
Everything inside me is re-writing itself, changing and morphing to make space for this lightness. For this force of a man who challenges me in every way.
He’s everything I’m not.
And he gives me everything I didn’t even know I needed.
With every thrust of his hips, he liberates me from myself. From all the shame and guilt and insecurities of my past. His power makes it safe to let go of all that instead of trying so hard to clutch on to it.
When the release comes, I finally understand why the French call it la petite mort—a little death.