KILLING SARAI(86)

I want to cry, but I don’t.

I lay my head back on his chest, too disheartened to look at him anymore. I stare out across the spacious room, my fingers arched on his upper chest muscle.

“I think the only thing I can do is to let you live your life—”

“But—”

He squeezes me again.

“Let you live your life,” he goes on, “but I’ll visit you from time to time. Make sure you’re doing OK, that you’re safe and you have everything you need.”

I’m not satisfied with that, but I know too that it’s all I’m going to get out of him. And it’s better than nothing. He’s right and I can’t deny it. I want to be with him always, in whatever way he’ll allow himself to have me, but I can’t expect him to risk either of our lives to make that happen.

I have to let him go…

“That is if you want me to visit,” he says.

I detect a shift in the moment to something more lighthearted. It strikes me as odd coming from him. I raise up from his arm and prop my upper body on the weight of one arm, looking down at him.

He’s smiling. Not just his eyes, but his lips, too. He’s so beautiful to me. So dangerously beautiful.

I go with the moment and shove my free hand playfully against his side, laughing lightly under my breath.

“Of course I want you to,” I say.

Then he takes my wrist and carefully pulls me down on his chest. He runs his fingertips down one side of my face and then the other, all the while peering into my eyes, though beyond them. I wonder what he’s looking for in their depths. Whatever it is, I hope he never finds it so that we can stay like this forever.

He places both of his hands on the sides of my face and draws my lips to his.

“What have you done to me?” he says.

“I was going to ask you the same question.”

I nibble his bottom lip. He presses his cock against me gently.

“It seems we’ve created a bit of a problem,” he says and pushes against me a little harder.

I do the same. I gasp lightly, my skin breaking out in shivers and heat.

He kisses me, but then pulls his mouth away an inch from mine, teasing me. I lean over farther, pressing my breasts against his chest, wanting the taste of his mouth but he only gives me a little. He thrusts his hips again, holding his cock against me, his firm hands gripping my ass. He’s so f*cking hard. I want it. My mouth parts halfway and my breath shudders through my lips.

“Do you want me to f*ck you?” he whispers. “Is that what you want?”

I gasp at his words on my ear. I can’t answer. I can’t think straight.

“Do you, Sarai?” he adds, the heat of his breath dancing on my parted lips.

I force my hips against him, trying to position myself on his cock in a way that I can push it inside of me without either of our hands having to do it.

“Yes…,” I gasp. “Fuck me like you would’ve f*cked Izabel.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes….”

I can’t breathe.

“Say it again…Izabel.”

My eyes open heavily as I look down at him. I pant lightly through my lips. He touches them with his.

Before I can respond, he lifts up from the bed into a sitting position, keeping me on his lap. The tip of his tongue moves along my collarbone. Both of my breasts are crushed in his hands.

“Say it, Izabel,” he demands and flicks his tongue against one nipple. “Tell me you want me to f*ck you.”

“I want you to f*ck me.”

He twists the back of my hair in his hand and stands up from the bed with my legs straddled around his sculpted hips.

He carries me to the table by the window and forces me on top of it on my belly. My arms come out ahead of me knocking his cell phone and his gun onto the floor, my hands gripping onto the rounded edge of the table. His fingers dig into my hips as he jerks my body backward toward him. He squeezes my ass. Hard. I inhale sharply when I feel his hands between my legs, spreading me apart for him. The heat of his hard body encompasses me when he leans over across my back, dragging the tip of his tongue across the back of my neck. I feel his cock right there waiting for me and I try to force myself backward against him, but his hand braces the back of my neck, forcing my cheek against the tabletop.

“Please, Victor,” I say breathily, every part of me opening up to him.

I gasp and moan loudly when he shoves his cock inside of me, my teeth clamping down on his index finger as his hand presses gently against the side of my face.

No, I never imagined that sex could be like this….





CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE





We oversleep the next morning and are awoken by the housekeeper knocking on the door outside the room. I guess he wasn’t just putting on a show at the Hamburg mansion when he said he always misses an early flight if he doesn’t get enough sleep the night before. Or, maybe it was just my fault. I guess I have thrown him completely out of his normal routines.

Victor gets out of the bed and I can’t help but admire his naked form before he gets dressed quickly. He opens the door to tell the housekeeper that we’ll be leaving late and not to come back for at least an hour. I don’t want to go anywhere. After last night, I just want—