Chapter 14

14

SEDONA

V ictor killed someone not a few feet away from me, and I'm still here. There's something fundamentally wrong with me, and though I hate to admit it, I can't help believing it's Victor's fault. So, why do I feel so exhilarated? Why haven't I stopped giving him fuck me eyes the whole cab ride over back to our hotel?

And why can't I stop thinking about his cock buried inside me?

I'm watching him from the hotel's kitchenette. He's sitting in the single-seater, moving one finger around in the air as if he's conducting some great orchestra in his mind. The only other part of him that's moved since we arrived is the glowing embers of his eyes. They've followed my every move.

"Do I frighten you, Doc?" His voice is so low and strained, I almost can't make out what he's saying.

Yes. A thousand times yes. I'm terrified of the man opposite me. But not because he killed Bryan Rodrick. That became an afterthought the moment we left his home. So, what am I afraid of? Maybe it isn't him. I know what comes next after all, and maybe I'm afraid of my first time.

"No," I lie. "Why would I be afraid?"

"Because I'd be afraid if I were you," Victor says bluntly.

"Should I be?" Instead of turning away and running for the door, I turn the counter and take a few steps toward him.

"Of course not." He still doesn't move. It might be his way of gauging the situation, letting me take control until he's sure it's going to happen. Damn it. I can't handle this sort of pressure. I've never been here before. "Everything I've said to you is the truth. I never have and never will hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it. Hell, you're safer in here with me than you are out there."

I believe him, too.

I get within arms reach of him and stop. His eyes have followed mine the whole way over, and he hasn't dared look down at the leather coat around my shoulders.

I gulp. "Everything?" I slide my arms out of the sleeves but keep the coat on a while longer.

A devilish grin stretches across Victor's face, realizing what's still going to happen. Nerves aside, tonight is all about one thing. I shrugged off his dirty business, knowing that we're going to seal whatever fucked up relationship we've concocted over the last six months. I'm not backing down now.

And I'm not going to let him, either.

"Good," he says. "I was starting to think you changed your mind about me."

With his words, he leaps out of the chair with such grace and elegance, I could've mistaken him for a gymnast. His hands wrap around my body, and he spins me around and launches an assault on my mouth.

I travel the length of his body and throw my arms around his massive shoulders. We lose ourselves to the embrace. Kissing like we've never kissed before. Lustful, hungry, and passionate, our tongues collide and tangle.

I exhale soft cooing moans instead of breaths. Victor's body reacts where his voice fails him. The cock dangling between his legs presses against me while we kiss. Every passing second makes it stiffer until I can feel it throbbing against my belly.

Victor takes a step back, and the hollow gap between our bodies feels like an endless void of emptiness. He breaks our kiss, and it's the first time his eyes roam across my outfit.

"What's this, then?" His hands immediately find the belt of my coat. "Don't you know you have to dress down for an occasion like this?"

Flustered and panting, I manage to get a giggle out. "Don't you remember? I've never been to an occasion like this."

"Oh, I remember, Doc." Victor undoes the belt. "It hasn't stopped plaguing me since you said it."

It's my turn to step away. He growls as I do, and his hands continue snatching in my direction, unable to accept that I'm not right up against him anymore. But it's all worth it when I roll my shoulders back and the coat pools around my ankles.

"Is this dressed down enough?" I tease.

My naked body is on full display. With where the night was headed, I didn't want anything getting in the way of our fun. We've spent so many sessions together getting frisky, but never once have I had the nerve to strip down fully. I wouldn't be able to explain any of it away, really, but being naked always felt like a much worse offense than Victor eating my pussy.

Victor's jaw drops to the floor, and he gawks at me wide-eyed. A low growl emits from the back of his throat, and I can see his muscles visibly strain to hold him back.

"I knew you were stunning. Could see it through the clothes." Victor nearly chokes on his words. "But you're fucking perfect."

He throws himself forward and hauls me to him. His hands instantly meet my ass while his mouth finds its place on the crook of my neck. We walk while he kisses every inch of my feverish skin. I lose myself to pleasure and lust, and only when my knees buckle against the back of the hotel bed do I realize Victor's already shed most of his layers.

The only one that's left is his underpants, stretching into an uncomfortable tent by the spear trying to cut through.

He shoves a hand between our bodies and rests his palm against my pussy. His middle finger starts to move, and another growl tears out of his mouth at the feeling of my juices coating my thighs.

"Fucking soaked," he mutters.

"You're one to talk." I grab onto the base of his cock through his boxers. It's like latching onto an iron bar.

"What can I say? He likes you." With a gentle nudge, Victor sends me falling backward onto the bed. I don't have time to process what he's doing before he's on his knees, my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue where his hand just was.

He alternates between suckling on my clit and running the flat pad of his tongue over my swollen lips. His hands cradle and caress my breasts. I'm in a daze of squirming, screaming, and absolute bliss. But the overeagerness tears the first orgasm straight out of me.

"Oh fuck," Victor shouts at the gush of liquid dripping down my entire lower half. He shoves his head back down, lapping up every last drop on offer.

"Victor," I groan out his name between struggling inhales. He doesn't stop, but his ears prick up against my inner thighs. "Enough. Come here. I need to feel you inside of me."

I blink, and when my eyes open again, his massive frame engulfs me. Down the narrow slit of our bodies, I see he's discarded his underwear.

And his rock-hard cock snakes toward its final destination.