The Killer’s Vow by Aria R. Blue
Simon
“I’m here for Prince Charming,” I say to the receptionist, giving her the hotel alias given to me.
She startles upon hearing my voice.
“Right this way, sir,” she says, looking back at the man behind her. He gives her a nod.
I’m led down a hall past a series of rooms.
It’s no Disney resort, but it’s far better than the hotels Vladimir used to pick for me.
That fucker.
She knocks on the door.
“Come in,” a voice from the other side says.
The door opens, and there he is, looking out at the view of rain over the Atlantic Ocean.
Prince fucking Charming.
“I don’t have all day,” I say, closing the door behind me. “What the fuck did you call me here for?”
“Are you worried this is a trap?” he asks, finally turning around.
I stare into his aquamarine eyes.
I’m uneasy that I had to leave Vera alone. But I’m not worried that Vladimir will try to backstab me.
“Make it fast, Vlad. Why did you fly all the way to America?”
“Your phone was switched off.”
“Yes. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to disappear.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re doing a terrible job at it, but that’s beside the point. You cut off all communications, Simon. There was no other way to reach you.”
“And so you send Rebekah?”
“She’s my best,” he says.
He’s only trying to get a reaction out of me.
Vlad used Rebekah to send a message.
Written on one of the chocolate wrappers by the bedside table were an address and an alias.
That’s the whole reason Rebekah was at the resort in the first place. She was leaving a message behind.
But Rebekah, being Rebekah, decided to make a scene out of the whole thing.
“And seriously? Prince Charming?”
“Why not?” Vlad says, sitting down on a chaise lounge and lighting a cigar. “Since you insist on living in fantasyland, I thought you’d like it.”
“Get to the point, Vlad.”
“They know.” He sighs, blowing out clove-scented smoke. “They found your location.”
“Who did?”
“Her father is coming for her.”
“Impossible,” I whisper.
“Are you seriously surprised right now?” he asks. “Do you have any idea how idiotic you’re being? It’s like you’re making a competition out of how dumb your next decision can be. From picking that car to deciding to go to one of the most visited places on the East Coast.”
“We wore disguises,” I mumble. “Nobody found us.”
“It took me less than a day to find you,” he boasts.
“How did you find me?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Right, like I’d just tell you,” he says, putting out his cigar. “But I came here to tell you this—run. As far away from Florida as possible. And for the love of God, get a car that’s not a fucking Lamborghini. Do you know how many of those are in circulation right now?”
“Not many?”
“Exactly.” He sighs.
“I can’t compromise on speed,” I say.
The last time we were being chased by the Reznikov men, it all came down to what kind of car I was driving.
“There are plenty of fast cars,” he says, resting his hands on his belly. “There’s no need to show off.”
“Is that it?”
“Is what it?”
“Is this why you flew all the way to Florida?” I ask. “To tell me to run?”
“We were keeping tabs on you and the people who were trying to find you,” Vlad says. “I came as soon as I learned that they found your location.”
“How did they find us?”
He loses it. “Does it really fucking matter how? Your technique is shit. You’re ignoring every rule in the fucking book. And you’re making yourself as conspicuous as you possibly can. There are a million things that could go wrong with the kind of shit you’re doing. Don’t fucking ask me how your enemies found you.”
“You could’ve just said that you didn’t know,” I mumble.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes.
Something tender.
But I know better than to think that this man is here because he cares about me. All he’s ever seen in me is what I can do for him.
It’s always a business transaction.
Give and take.
He gave.
Now he’s going to take.
“Also, I want to call in on that favor,” he says. “For telling you about Rebekah being on your trail.”
Thereit is.
“Who do you need killed?”
He passes me a portfolio.
I glance at the name and the photo.
For fuck’s sake.
“Seriously?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Yeah. You have a week.”
“How did you find out?”
“I have eyes and ears everywhere.”
Vlad let me get away with Vera, but that’s only because he knows his relationship with me is important. I’m as ruthless as they come.
I don’t hesitate.
But ever since I’ve been with Vera, doubts are starting to creep back in.
I’m starting to hesitate.
* * *
On the driveback to the resort, I force myself to think about Vera and only about Vera.
Everything and everyone else can burn in hell for all I care.
She’s all that exists tonight.
I left her messy and wanting on the bed. Her dark curls were rumpled, and she had that "fuck me” look in her eyes.
I have no doubt that I’m going to find her the same way.
The only release I can ever find is deep inside her sugar cunt.
I park in front of our resort and step out into the pouring rain.
I don’t bother covering myself as I stride toward her.
My body has only one purpose. Only one thought in my mind.
Her.
And all the noises I can pull out of her lush lips tonight.
She opens the door for me in nothing but tiny little white shorts and a white pajama shirt that strains against her heavy tits.
“Just what I need,” I murmur, wrapping my arm around her waist possessively and pressing her lush body into mine.
“Simon, you’re all wet,” she starts to protest.
“Let me in, tigritsa moya,” I growl against her mouth and let her feel the hot brand of my desire.
Whenever I’m rough with her, her claws retreat, and she starts to whimper needily.
All she ever wanted was someone she trusted to take her like an animal.
We stumble to the bed.
The fire burns too hot and too bright to be contained.
There’s no use in trying.
So I tell her exactly what I want from her.
I fist the hair at the base of her neck and tilt her face up.
The words come out in a rasp against her parted lips. “Such a good little princess. All you need to do is part these lips for me. And then you need to part these thighs. I’ll take care of the rest, baby. I’ll make you feel really good inside your tight little pussy.”
“You didn’t kiss me good night,” she pouts, putting her arms around me.
Her shirt rides up to her breasts, treating me to a view of her smooth stomach.
“Ah, that’s right,” I say, reaching down between us to squeeze her mound. “I forgot that my little girl can’t sleep until this warm little cunt is thoroughly fucked and dripping with come.”
“You came to kiss me good night?” she asks, looking down at my lips.
“Tonight, I came to do more than that.”
“Really?” she asks, hope glimmering in her eyes.
I palm one of her breasts. Her feline back arches to fill my cupped hand.
“You know what to do,” I say, encouraging her by flicking my thumb over a nipple.
“What do I do?” she asks innocently, even as her core starts to rock up and down my length.
“Do that thing I like,” I say. “That thing I need.”
I need her to save me.
She wiggles out from underneath me, knowing exactly what I’m talking about.
She gets on top of me, her knees bent on either side of my hips, her core right against my straining erection.
I love watching her free my cock. The way her hands are a little unsure, the way her nipples turn into hard little diamonds.
Mostly, it’s her eyes.
The black takes over the blue and gray.
And that’s how I know she’s as obsessed with me as I am with her.
I like knowing that she can’t sleep without having my cock plowing into her pussy first.
I like that her bedtime ritual includes her screaming my name as my thrusts make her toes curl.
She frees my cock, and licks her lips when she sees the bead of precome on top.
She moves to rub her aching slit over it, but my fingers splay around her waist to stop her.
“You’re forgetting something,” I say, glancing down at her too-small clothes.
“Do I have to?” she asks, twisting the hem of her nightshirt.
“Do you want me to help you with it?” I ask.
She sighs sleepily and nods.
I can’t help it.
She’s a precious princess that needs to be treated with reverence. But every time I look at her seductive figure, all I want is to use her body like a doll made for fucking.
I mold her breasts against my palms, hefting their perfect weight in my hands and squeezing until she starts to whimper in pain.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
She nods, eyes heavy.
I suck her nipples from over her shirt, easing her pain with warmth. Opening my mouth wider, I take her breast inside my mouth while kneading the other.
“You’re my pliant little doll, aren’t you? Made to fill my hands. Made to fit my cock.”
She’s a trembling mess on top of me.
I swipe a finger under her shorts, making her gasp.
“Where are your panties, princess?” I ask, massaging her mound from over her cotton shorts. They’re drenched all the way through.
“I didn’t want to wear them.”
“Now tell me the truth.”
“I knew you’d come tonight,” she says in a shy voice.
“You knew I’d come to plunge my cock into your little hole and make you feel all good?”
She bites her lower lip and nods. “I know that you like it when I don’t wear panties.”
“Yes, princess. It drives me crazy to know that your little pussy is ripe and ready for me to take whenever I wish. That all I’d need to do is pry these knees apart, and I’d be home.”
“Home,” she repeats, as if she’s testing the word out.
“Home,” I say, ripping her tiny little shorts to bare her pussy to me.
Her cushiony cunt rests right against my cock now, dripping and making a mess all over me.
Grabbing handfuls of her ass, I start to rock her over me.
She falls forward with her hands on my chest, her breasts swaying with the momentum.
I slide back and push forward.
The tip of my cock pushes against her clit, making her moan my name.
And I can’t hold back anymore.
I flip her around and plunge all the way into her before she can moan my name again.
“I’ve fucked you so many times, but you still manage to choke my cock,” I grunt, punching into her tight little hole. “Everything about you is designed to make a man lose his fucking mind, Vera. These luscious tits and this thick bouncing ass. And don’t get me started on these lips of yours. Do you know what my first thought was when I saw them?”
She moans as I plunge into her again. “What?”
“I wondered how well they can stretch around my cock,” I say.
“Did I do well?” she asks, almost shyly.
“Yes, princess. You did an outstanding job,” I say, dragging her lower lip down with my thumb. “You’re fucking amazing at everything you do.”
Her wet pussy clenches around me.
I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you going to let me fill you up again? Make it all nice and creamy?”
She sucks on the skin over my neck and hums her consent.
“I hope tonight’s the night I get you pregnant, little girl,” I say, palming her soft breast and kissing her as I stuff her like I promised.
Her body is always so in tune with mine.
She gasps and moans into my mouth as I jackhammer my cock into her, getting my seed as deep inside her as possible.
She shoots off the bed, her limbs entwined around me as she shatters.
It’s like watching a whole field of wildflowers bloom at once.
Something about her makes me want to drop down to my knees and worship all that is holy.
Inside her and around her is where I want to stay.
I stroke her back as she falls asleep in my arms.
And I tell myself the same thing over and over again, chanting it like a mantra: She comes first.
The rest of the world can burn.
As long as Vera is happy, nothing else should matter.
It’s easier said than done, though.