Falling In (Taking the Fall #4)(10)

I lean close to her ear and whisper my answer. “You want my cum, Mama? I know you do. Work it out of me.” I release the lock I have on her body so she can move.

“Yes, I want it,” she moans “You know what this means? You’re asking for it. I’m going to let you f*ck me, milk my cum out of me. I’m not going to move. You’re going to show me how much you want it. How much you really want me to plant my baby inside you.”

“God, yeah,” she cries and thrusts harder. I brace my feet farther apart so she won’t take us to the ground. She moans my name over and over, her sounds breathless and wild. I feel my spine tingling at the base, but I just need to hold out for one more second. I want her cunt to milk me. I want to feel her * grip my cock. I want my warm semen coating her unprotected *.

“Told you I would plant my seed in you, Mama.”





Pulling up outside the old vacant building, I turn to look at Jeanette. She looks utterly calm. Part of me wondered if this was the right thing to do. The other part told me it was the only thing I could do. Some of the rage has cooled since this morning when I came back to make sure everything was in place. I got to go a few rounds with her ex Nick before I left him with Viktor.

Viktor is a fixer, and an extremely expensive one at that. There’s almost nothing the man won’t do for the right price, as long as the target is at least a little dirty. That was the word on the street anyway. Not like Viktor went running his mouth about his hits. The man barely talked. I’m not scared of much, but he isn’t a man whose bad side I’d want to be on.

I let him know all I found on Nick, and paid extra for him to make Nick feel some of the pain he’d been dishing out to women over the years. I know for a fact that Viktor didn’t take too kindly to rapists, so I knew Nick was in for a hell of a time.

“You ready for this, Mama?” I asked, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.

“I...he’s in there?” I hated hearing the stutter in her voice.

“Yeah, he’s in there. You don’t have to go in. I’ll walk in there by myself and put a bullet through his head if you ask.”

She turns and looks at me. “I wanna face him.”

I’m so f*cking proud of her in this moment. She’s been running from this man for years and now she’s ready to walk in there and face her demons.

She grabs my chin and pulls me towards her. “Tell me you love me.”

“More than anything in the goddamn world.”

“Then I’m ready.”

She gets out of the car and we make our way into the building. Most of it has been gutted. I flick on the flashlight I brought so we don’t trip over any loose debris, and we pick our way to the stairs leading down to the basement. When I hit the top of the stairs, I give four hard pounds to the side of the wall.

“Clear!” Viktor yells up.

Turning, I look her Jeanette in the eyes, letting her know she doesn’t have to go down there. When she gives me a nod, I take her hand and lead us down the stairs.

When we reach the bottom, I see Viktor leaning back in a metal chair utterly still. I don’t know how he does that but it always freaks me the f*ck out. In once graceful move he’s up and in front of me.

“She’s beautiful,” he says, and I can hear the hint of the Russian accent he usually masks. I feel a stab of jealousy shoot through me at his words. I didn’t even think Viktor noticed women. I didn’t think he was gay, I just didn’t think he liked anyone. He’s not a bad-looking guy, I mean, he’s scary as f*ck, but I’ve seen beautiful women hit on him before. He always bats them away like they’re pests.

“He has a type, it seems,” Viktor rumbles. He’s referring to the * in the next room. Yeah, the f*cking sicko has a type. Blonde and beautiful. It would probably piss Jeanette off if I told her this, but she looks like a f*cking Barbie. I know that’s why he went for girls who looked like her. She was right when she said he wanted his perfect life, and that was the mold he had in his sick twisted head.

When he looks over at Jeanette I can feel her body tense up. Anyone would under Viktor’s stare. “You don’t need to fear me, little one. I brought you a present.”

“Uh…thanks?” she says, looking back at me. I just shrug. Only Viktor would think bringing you someone to kill was a present.

“Don’t thank me. It was my pleasure. I got to enjoy a wonderful afternoon with Mr. Clint. I got to teach him what it’s like to be on the other side, at the mercy of someone bigger and stronger, what it’s like when someone loses control, and what if feels like when someone violates your body.”

Fuck. I can only imagine how Viktor violated his body. Like I said, he’s worth every penny.

“He still alive?” I ask.

“Of course, I would never rob this beauty of her prize.”

“Thanks again, Viktor, I’ll transfer the money—”

“I don’t want your money, I want your skills.”

“I’m not trading favors, I told you that. I’m clean after today.”

“What if I promise you the favor might be illegal, but for the right cause.” I raise my eyebrows at him. Only work I know Viktor does is kill people. Even if that someone is a piece of shit, I’m not doing this anymore.