The Fall(60)

“There’s a Polack out in New York. He’s not cheap but he can provide full documents. He’s good. Really good, and he knows it which is why he charges premium. Not the kind of guy you go to if you want to go out underage drinking, but if you need to skip the country or—” I tipped my head toward her, “become someone else, he’s your man.”

“He can make me disappear?” A mixture of pain and hope flooded her eyes.

“Yes, he can.”

“What about you? What will you do?”

“I disappeared a long time ago.”

I hadn’t meant to do it. My brain tried to tell my body to stay on my side of the bed and mind its own f*cking business, but my arms pulled her in anyway. She came willingly, her warm body up against mine before I could stop it. Not that I wanted it to stop, even though I knew that I f*cking well should.

She didn’t hesitate, laying her head against my bare chest as my fingers found their way into her hair. “If I could change this, I would,” I whispered against her forehead.

The gasp could have been from either of us, my behavior so far from the norm I wasn’t sure I knew myself anymore. But more than just those words, I actually meant them as well. And as much as I wanted to front, shit had most definitely f*cking changed. And I actually gave a shit about what happened to her.

It wasn’t about getting laid either. While Sofia had a body that made the front of my jeans tight, I could go work out that urge with anyone else in a heartbeat. Fuck, I could have done it tonight easily. But Sofia stirred something inside me that couldn’t be eased by a blowjob.

“Michael.” Her head tilted back as her lips parted, a rush of air pushing past.

“Shhhh, Sofia.” I brushed my fingers over her lips, unable to stop what was about to happen. “It’s too late now.”





His mouth was on mine before I knew what was happening. His lips taking what they wanted as his tongue explored my mouth. He wasn’t gentle, his hands moving against my body as he pulled me closer possessively. It was raw and hurried, a need burning inside us both as my body responded to him.

I didn’t think, rocking against him, unable to get close enough. My head was telling me this was all wrong, but I had no interest in listening—I couldn’t listen—the fear, the anger, the emotions of the past week ripped through me demanding some relief.

The kiss sent us spiraling out of control, our hands clawing at each other like savages as the insanity of our situation boiled over. I wanted him, and I wanted him to take me. We needed this, to feel alive even though it would solve nothing.

He wasn’t the kind of man I’d ever entertain giving myself to. Hell, if anyone else had pulled that shit they would have met the business end of my Smith and Wesson and given a lead last meal. But with him, I felt powerful. There were no victims in this bed; we were equals.

My fingers dug into his skin but he didn’t flinch, instead he held my head as his lips were hungrily seeking mine like no one else existed.

In truth, no one else did—not even us.

He wasn’t gentle, clawing at the T-shirt I’d worn to bed and ripped it off, tossing it to the ground. His hands returned to my naked skin as I desperately sought the closeness. Needing his touch, needing to feel a connection and to feel something tangible right now.

My back arched off the mattress, pulling my mouth away from his, the intensity lighting my skin on fire.

“You want this?” His lips moved down my neck. “And I’ll know if you’re lying, so don’t bother.”

He didn’t stop but he was giving me an out, a chance to say no even though I could tell he wanted this as much as I did.

“Yes,” I moaned, the one word the permission he needed.

He rolled me onto my back and pressed his weight onto me, his arousal hard against my stomach as my legs scissored apart trying to seek the friction I needed.

“You’re f*cking beautiful,” he growled, his fingers wrapping themselves around the sleep shorts I was wearing. “This isn’t going to be gentle.”

“I know.”

He wasn’t kidding, taking my shorts and panties off roughly at the same time and tossing them onto the floor. He didn’t bother to slow down, his hand going straight to the juncture between my legs and pushing a finger inside.

“This is how it is with me.” He looked me dead in the eye as his thumb rubbed against my clit. “And I’ve wanted to f*ck you for awhile.”

His boxer shorts were the next thing to go, one hand whipping them off while his other stayed busy against my core.

He was heavy on me but I didn’t ask him to move, his legs pinning my thighs open as he took his hard cock and guided it into me.

It was fast; pushing himself deep before I was fully ready, filling me completely as my body shook underneath.

I cried out, my body struggling to accommodate him as he thrust again, his powerful muscular arms punching either side of me as I writhed underneath.

He bowed his neck down and caught my mouth with his, kissing me as his hips swung again, my hand wrapped around his torso as my body responded to his.

There was nothing romantic about it; he was raw power as the muscles in his abs flexed as he moved against me. Surging faster and faster as if he was in a race against himself.

I was hot, slick and needy for release as my hips bucked against his, the touch of his skin on me making me feel more alive than I’d ever been.