Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Simon blubbers and pleads in the middle of a plastic tarp spread out in the man's basement. We leave the lights off to ensure it looks like Simon never made it back home. The sound of his tears is muffled in the small basement. Granted, Victor doesn't like the way I test that theory out, but he stood outside for nearly twenty minutes and couldn't hear a squirm or squeal as I cut into Simon.
Simon's pleading for this to end. "I didn't know Kush and Hammer were going to take things that far. They didn't follow orders, and I'm sorry. You should have never been involved or attacked."
The sharpness of my blade as I clean it off on Simon's shirt causes him to whimper and sob loudly.
His words are barely audible as he begs. "Please…"
Victor sits on a stool in the corner, watching the spectacle with indifference. He blows out a breath and asks, "Why did your goons put Nigel in a coma? Don't tell us the same fraudulent insurance claim story. Tell us the truth, and you'll walk out of here."
Simon's eyes dart back and forth between us, undoubtedly remembering how Victor flashed his badge in the hospital room. However, if he's stupid enough to believe Victor's a cop doing his job, then Simon deserves everything that happens next.
"Fine, fine, but Kush said that he could make it look like a botched robbery, and Nigel wouldn't leave alive. There's an insurance policy built into our partnership agreement."
"How much would you make off my father's untimely passing?" I ask, trying desperately to keep my rage in check.
"A million, but that wasn't my idea. Kush thought it up."
I don't want to hear anything else. My knife ends his pain, suffering, and blubbering quickly.
"How do you want to clean this up?" I ask Victor as he rolls the man's dying body in the plastic sheet.
"Let's give him the insurance claim he planned," Victor replies. He is methodical, which makes him a great cop and an even better accomplice. Time flies by as we dispose of another body and torch the basement of the home. The house is still standing, but the fire was just enough to remove our presence in the home.
We end the night at Victor's place. It's the house he grew up in with furniture he hasn't changed in years. It's more welcoming than my father's home ever was. Silence wraps around us as we walk inside and head into the master bedroom.
Victor strips me out of my clothes and tosses them into a pile that will end up burning in his fire pit in the backyard. I help him out of his shirt and pants. Our eyes connect, faces come close, and with our lips barely an inch apart, the adrenaline of the night pumps between us. My heart races as my eyes scan his face for that connection I yearn for.
"You always show up for me. No matter what," I whisper as he leads me into the bathroom, turns on the large shower head, and pulls me close to him.
The hot water steams around us, but it doesn't hide the effect I have on his body. His erection grows firmer in my hand. I feel the need to show off. The water doesn't stop me from dropping in front of Victor to slide my mouth over his cock.
He moans—the sound making my core clench. The slurps, sucks, and moans of me getting into it echo around the room, blending with the sounds of the shower pouring water over us.
Back and forth, I bob my head and use my tongue to caress his hardness. Victor's fingers grip the back of my head to guide me for a few more seconds before pulling my mouth away from him. He spins to place my hands on the wall and snatches my waist back toward him. The smoothness of his head pushing into my walls has my eyes widen from the pressure.
The first thrust is rough, tearing grunts out of me as Victor fucks me in the shower. My body craves his aggression, and it climaxes from the slightest contact with him. He understands exactly what I need and how I like to come. He pushes and pulls himself out of my walls, dragging out one orgasm after another.
However, we decide not to finish in the shower. We clean up and find ourselves in the bedroom, where Victor doesn't take long to reignite his erection. He pushes himself inside of me, between my legs and on my back, and I take every stroke of pleasure. His muscular chest and abs flex and contract. God, he’s always been a walking daydream.
As his movements come more frantically, I sense he's on the verge of finishing. I don't want him to pull out, so I pull him down to kiss me. The way he drives himself in and out of me as our mouths collide passionately has my legs wrapping around his waist.