by Coco Miller
I feel like a dick. I admit I have been consumed by her, by my own lust, and have been selfish. But now I am particularly concerned that it feels perfect for her and not just myself.
"I care a lot," I say. Once again allowing myself to be vulnerable with her.
She smiles and takes my lips with hers.
The moment I'm completely inside her, I stall. Fuck, how on earth does she feel better than the last dozen times I've been inside of her?
The darkness of my past and things I've done washes away, and she is my shining light, keeping me away from the storm brewing deep within my soul. I can't change the past. I will root out the drug dealer in my club. I can at least do that even if I can't be who she deserves.
I roam my hands all over Kennedy's body, pulling, tugging, kneading her delicate skin, memorizing her body. I don't want to ever forget how good she feels. As if I ever could forget. She's captured me. Maybe I'm the one who practically took her from her home, but she has taken me ten times over.
My cock slams inside her as she moans my name over and over. It's like music to my ears, and I love it more than anything.
There's meaning behind her touches, and I want to study it for the rest of my life. To understand everything she's telling me every time she places her hands on me. My body climbs as I keep pushing deeper inside her, claiming every inch of her. She's mine. And today, I won't let her forget it.
I slant my lips over hers, kissing her with no mercy. I kiss her until we both gasp for breath from each other. I kiss her to let her know she's the only one I've ever wanted to kiss like this.
My gaze drops to her round, perfect breasts and I lean down to take one of her large nipples into my mouth. I gently bite down, applying more pressure the longer I suck on her. I do this not to hurt her but because I know she likes it.
Our bodies climb together now, her moans growing to high-pitched screams as I ravage her body harder and faster.
She begs me not to stop, she begs me to keep going. And more than anything she begs me to never let her go. And more than anything I want to keep these promises to her. To be the man she needs and to never let her go, but even though today I am everything she needs, I can never be the man she wants.
Grappling with this realization, I drive into her pussy deeper than before and her nails rake down my back. It turns me into something wilder, more crazy with lust, and I pound harder. Our bodies are both so close, and I want more than anything to bring her to where she needs to be. To her most ultimate pleasure. For today she is mine and I will exude my power over her, again and again, knowing that she will match me stroke for stroke.
I give and she takes. I push and she pulls. Together in perfect harmony. A symphony of bodies mingling together at this moment forever.
If one can ever believe in repeating moments, or warping time...let them warp this morning to replay over and again for the rest of my life.
I run my finger over her clit, and she moans a long, low moan. "Viktor, I'm so close."
"I know, baby, give it to me. Give me yourself."
Her eyes slam into mine, and our hearts beat together, in tune and in sync as we keep rocking into each other.
Tangled together, we reach that precipice, and she's the first to let loose, tumbling down around me.
"Don't ever forget me," I whisper against her cries of passion, speaking only for her heart to hear.
My body plunges full speed ahead, and I lose control, thrusting, pounding, and tearing through her like a desperate runaway train.
"Never," she replies.
Later in the day, once we are sure that Terrica is out of the house, Kennedy and I enjoy a skinny dip in the hot tub. I've been fucking her for weeks since I got my first taste of her sweet body, and I thought the hot tub would soothe her aching pussy before I bury myself in her again tonight. See, I'm getting better at this thoughtful shit.
I pull her close to my body, enjoying the feel of her skin against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck.
"I think Terrica's hiding something from me," Kennedy says.
"Why?" I ask my dick going immediately limp at the change of subject.
"I don't know she's been acting strange."
"Don't all teenagers act strange?"
"Stranger than that."
I cock my eyebrow so she would explain.
"She hasn't argued with me about the clothes she's been wearing. She actually looks like a nice young lady. She's even been studying on her own. In fact, she hasn't argued with me at all in a couple of weeks."
"That's bad?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to talk to her, Krasotka?" I ask, grabbing her and yanking her to my lap.
"Would you?" She leans her head into the crook of my neck and I like the feel of it. "She seems to listen to you."
"Of course I will. Anything for you. Plus I kind of like the kid."
"And I like you," she purrs into the side of my neck.
Loving the feel of her body against mine, it is crystal clear that this is becoming more than just fucking. I am beginning to care for this girl. The first time she stormed into the club I knew she was special. I instantly knew that her problems were going to be taken care of by me. That she was mine and nobody was going to fuck with her. Ever.
"Viktor, you have a visitor." Dottie comes outside and smiles when she sees Kennedy snuggled on my chest. Kennedy's body stills for a second realizing that we've just been outed, but she doesn't move away from me. She stays in my embrace and that makes me happy.
"You can send him out here," I tell Dottie, not wanting to let go of Kennedy just yet. Especially when her pussy is so close to my dick.
"Sit down further in the water so he can't see anything," I tell her.
But Tony's grim face kills my slow-building erection.
"Viktor." Tony nods his head, and I move Kennedy behind me because even her bare shoulders are only for my viewing pleasure. Why the fuck did I tell Dottie to send him out to me? Why the fuck is he even here?
"I need you to come down to the club with me," he says.
"Can it wait?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Give me a minute."
Dottie takes Tony over to the patio on the other side of the house to wait while I wrap Kennedy in an enormous, plush towel. My hands grab her ass, letting it go with sadness.
"Bye, babe," I tell her smacking her ass and sending her a wink. "I'll wake you up if I don't get home too late."
Chapter Fourteen
VIKTOR
I want to bang my head on the desk, or I want to bang someone else's head on my desk. Tony and our stripper plant sit across from me as the music from the club bounces off the walls. Another girl has died from an overdose, and there are numerous people coming into the ER with drugs in their system. Bad drugs. Supposedly from my club.
"You're bringing Gary in?" I ask, rubbing my forehead.
According to Tony's investigation, it appears that these deaths are being linked to my pharmacist Gary, which means they are linked to me. Everyone knows that Gary is on my payroll. If this shit ends up being true, I will put a bullet in the fucker's head before the police can make a case. He is a great pharmacist, but easily replaceable.
"Yeah, all leads point to him."
"Let me talk to Gary first before you bring him in."
Tony raises an eyebrow. "You have two days. I can't hold the DEA off longer than that."
"Two days? That's the best you can do?"
"That's even pushing it. It can't seem like I'm doing the Bratva any special favors."
"Yet I'm cooperating."
"Don't act like you're clean, Viktor. No one lives like you do without peddling something in this town, and you ain't no oil billionaire."
I slam a paperweight down on the desk. Smashing a pair of earbuds in the process.
"Fine, you can leave now. Shut the door on your way out."
My frustration is getting the best of me. My patience is short. I don't like
to show weakness ever, even if I'm angry. What I need is a drink. A stiff one. One that will ease the tension building up inside me.
I hit the intercom button on the phone and ask one of the girls to bring me up a Scotch single barrel, neat.
I hit the intercom again. "Hey, bring in Richie."
Richie is Gary's assistant and apprentice and happened to be in the club tonight. If Gary is bringing drugs into my town, Richie would know something. And, I would get it out by any means necessary. I'll be downright ugly if I have to.
After the scotch arrives, Richie steps through the doors of my office. His beady eyes bouncing around. He's acting very uneasy.
"Richard," I say as calmly as I can.
"Mr. Petrov, you wanted to see me." His voice shakes and croaks. His eyes bounce around my office nervously.
I rise from my seat, making my way closer to him. Slowly, carefully.
"Tell me everything you know about why my girls are dropping dead from heroin?"
His gray eyes grow wide with fear. I knew the look well. I'd caused that look many times before. Usually, before I ended a man's life. But, I haven't done that in a long while, and while I sometimes miss the finality of it all, these days I'd rather just break kneecaps or fingers.
"I...I...don't know." He fists his ball cap in his hands.
"Sit down." I motion to the chair and he sits like the obedient dog he is. Good boy.
"You work for Gary."
"Yes."
"Which means you work for me."
"Yes."
"And I've been hearing around town that you two are bringing shit into my town." I hover over him as he sits.
"What? No. We'd never do that, Mr. Petrov."
"Let me rephrase. Tell me everything."
I walk to my locked metal cabinet, housing my collection of weapons. Richie's eyes bulge when I open the door. Running my hand over different knives, I choose a nice blade and bring it into the soft light of my office.
"Let's start again. Is Gary making some sort of synthetic shit and selling it to my girls?"
"No, sir."
I slide my hand along the blade admiring the handiwork of the craftsmanship.
"You, sure?" I ask with a sinister grin.
"I bring the drugs from Mexico, the ones you tell me to. I deliver them to Gary," he stammers.
I turn the blade in my hand, admiring the way the light reflects off the metal of the blade.
Spinning around quickly, I get up in his face. "Bringing anything else up from Mexico?" I run the edge of the knife lightly down his jaw as he gulps.
"No, sir."
"What about any of your runners? They bringing anything illegal across the border?"
He shakes his head. Interesting. Someone is fucking with me and I have a feeling this guy knows something he isn't telling me. Who could he be more afraid of than me?
Sweat runs down his temples, his breathing speeds up as I grab his hand. "What hand are you?"
"Excuse me, sir?"
I crack my neck to the side. "What hand do you jerk off with?"
"R..Right," he says as his voice crack.
I grab his left hand and hold it down on the arm of the chair. Spreading his fingers, I bring the blade close to his pinky. "You don't mind if I take this finger for insurance."
"I swear I don't know anything," he cries and my adrenaline pumps through me. He's lying.
I run the tip of the blade along his knuckle.
My phone rings in my pocket, pausing my actions. I stand upright, reaching my hand into my pants. I know who it is. I gave her a special ringtone.
"Kennedy, bad time. What's up?"
"When are you coming home?" Her voice sounds shaky. Something isn't right.
"Is something wrong?"
"Somebody named Lindsay is here."
I blow out a long breath. "I'm on my way."
I glance over at Richie. "Looks like my girl just saved your finger's life."
I throw my jacket on, calling for Nicholai as I open the door.
"Viktor, what's going on?" he asks.
"Got to deal with some shit at the house. Dottie's not there to handle it. Get this one to talk," I say, pointing in Richie's direction. "He knows something. If anyone can get it out of him, I know you can."
Nicholai's eyes light up. He likes to inflict pain. It's his specialty. I should have brought him in here, to begin with.
I drive like a bat out of hell trying to get to Kennedy before, my ex Lindsay can spread her poison. Lindsay is a pain in my fucking ass. A big one. Which is the main reason why I don't fuck her anymore.
"I will kick your fucking ass if you don't shut the fuck up," Kennedy screams as I walk into the house.
My feet freeze from the dead run they were in when I see Kennedy's hand around Lindsay's throat pushing her against the wall, her eyes bright with fury. It's so fucking hot.
"You're stupid," Lindsay spits out. "You think he has feelings for you? Where the fuck do you think he was tonight? You can't think you're his only piece of ass?" Lindsay's laugh is cut off when Kennedy squeezes her throat tighter.
"You're fucking with the wrong bitch," Kennedy warns.
"Lindsay," I butt in. "Shut the fuck up and get out of my house. Why are you even here?"
I grab Kennedy's wrist. "Let her go, baby. She's not worth it."
"Are you defending this bitch?!"
"No, baby. Think about Terrica."
Kennedy's eye twitches as I watch her visibly come down from the rage she was in.
She finally releases Lindsay with a small shove into the wall, and then I grab Lindsay by the wrist myself and question her. "Why are you in my house?"
She gains her composure and raises a brow. "The cops came to my house. They questioned me about drugs. They said they're investigating everyone close to you." She raises her hand to fix her expensive hairstyle. "They embarrassed me in front of my friends. You need to stop being so messy."
Her pink, glossed lips smack together as she speaks.
"What do you mean close to him? Who the fuck is this bitch, Viktor?"
With frustration, I let go of her. "Just get out, Lindsay. I'll take care of it, but you have to promise never to come over here again."
"Of course, baby. Just making sure that you knew."
I give her the warning to stay away, and she always agrees, but I know she won't abide by it. Her visits have been a regular thing since we broke up. Begging for money is usually the main reason she comes by and tortures me with her presence. I should have expected something like this would happen. Of course, Kennedy was never supposed to be living here this long.
Her eyes flit over to Kennedy's as she walks toward the door sashaying her hips from side to side. "Sorry to bother you and your new slut of the month."
Once she leaves my house, I breathe a sigh of relief until I see the look on Kennedy's face. It's a look that scares me more than anything ever has before.
"I'm sorry about that."
"Whatever...I want to move out."
"You can't believe anything that cunt may have said."
"I didn't say I did. I just think it's time for Terrica and me to go."
My stomach rolls over with nausea. The thought of her leaving makes me literally sick.
"Fuck that."
"You can't make me stay."
Yes, the fuck I can but that's not what I want to do. I want her to stay here because she wants to.
"Do you really want to leave?"
"I thought you didn't do girlfriends."
"She was never my girlfriend, Kennedy. We just had a mutually beneficial relationship for a while."
"Like ours."
"No! Not like us. I swear to you."
"The cops seem to know all about her, so she must have been someone pretty special."
"Because she made herself known. You want us to keep things quiet. But if you ever change your mind, then the whole world will know that you're mine. I want to show you off everywhere if yo
u'll let me."
She's still unsure, but I think I'm getting through to her.
"You are special to me, Kennedy. You wouldn't still be here if you weren't."
Since Kennedy and her sister moved in over a month and a half ago, she's been eating properly and her body has filled out nicely. She has soft curves in all the right places. Places I can't get enough of. I wrap both arms around her waist, leaning my head to rest on her forehead.
"I only want you, Krasotka."
"I don't-"
"Only you." I silence her with my mouth.
Our lips meet together into a tantalizing kiss I never want to end. I move her to the bedroom, our bodies never breaking the connection. I need to prove to her that I'm not bullshitting. That she means everything to me.
Once inside the room, I lift her arms above her head, removing her shirt and taking in her red, lace bra. I step back, taking in her beauty. She is breathtaking.
"When did this become so serious?" she asks sounding genuinely perplexed by our strong connection.
"I don't know when, but it's serious as a motherfucker."
I don't want to talk anymore. I am hard and ready to sink my rock hard dick inside her. Removing our clothes, I fling her onto her back on the bed. With an evil grin, I react by caging her in, my body pressing firmly against hers.
"Kennedy, you're mine." And I mean that shit.
I don't want anyone else, and I don't care who the fuck knows it. I am tired of pretending that this is just casual. It isn't. It never will be. What started as an arrangement, an offer she couldn't refuse has morphed into something else. Something bigger and better. Something I hope that will last as long as it can.
I slip inside her, bringing her to pleasure quicker than I ever have before because it's my one sole mission. Her pleasure. She writhes beneath me, her nails scratching down my back, and screaming my name.
I keep pounding inside her, my body begging for the release I know is coming. The release feels much better when I'm deep inside her.
"Oh God, Viktor," she cries as I relentlessly pick up momentum and every thrust becomes more powerful than the last. She feels so good wrapped around me as I plunge deep into her pussy. If I can only fuck her hard enough, rough enough, maybe for one goddamn minute she'll regret ever saying that she wants to leave.
