Page 61 of Claiming Veronica

Doug started stammering excuses, so I shoved him, tipping the chair slightly. "Wrong answer," I said. “How’d you find her?”

Doug’s shoulders shook. "It wasn’t… I mean, yeah, I checked her posts and her tags. I just wanted to know more about her. She was just a girl I wanted to know. I paid someone, okay.”

I clenched my fist, the rage creeping up like a wildfire. "So, you thought you’d follow her here unannounced? Who’d you pay?”

Maxim moved forward, crouching down to Doug’s eye level, a harsh glint in his gaze. "You know what we do to men who don’t respect boundaries?"

Doug shook his head, tears spilling over his cheeks. "Please… please don’t."

I glanced at Maxim, and we silently agreed that Doug wouldn’t be a problem much longer.

“Who’d you pay?” I pulled my knife out, idly cleaning my nails.

“Some guy on the web. Spato,” he whined. “He said he knew where she was staying and owed that girl a favor. That it was all full circle.”

“What girl?”

“Some hacker. That’s all I know. I swear.” Snot dripped from his nose, and with his hands tied, he looked pathetic, but Maxim’s face went white at his words, and his eyes widened, shooting to mine.

“Fuck,” I said just as he shoved a blade into the side of Doug’s throat.

“Well, that’s that,” Dimitri said, leaning against the wall. “Newest resident of the local landfill, then?”

“Damnit. We could have asked a few more questions,” I grumbled. Questions circled. What did that mean? Spato owed Veronica or some other hacker … I didn’t get it. Owed could also mean so many things …

“Spato won’t be a problem soon, so it’s irrelevant,” Maxim said with finality.

“I guess.” Still, I wasn’t thrilled with the outcome. Questions still pounded in my head with no answers long after we’d dumped Doug’s body in pieces at the Rio Salado Landfill, letting the morning garbage topple over the bags to rot on top of it.

The morning had crept up on me. For the first time in forever, I’d overslept with the warmth of Veronica’s body next to me and the familiarity of the house lulling me into a sense of security. Dreams hadn’t even chased me out of the shadows like they usually did. I could hear the shower was running, so Veronica must be up.

I took the small stone out of my pocket that I’d found for her and placed it next to her computer before padding to the bathroom. I peered inside.

Veronica was under the spray behind the glass, washing her hair. Those tits of hers tipped up, making me instantly hard. Shedding my boxers, I opened the door and slid inside, enjoying the gasp she made and the way her eyes lit up.

“Morning. You were sleeping so peacefully this morning,” she said, reaching for me, pulling me against her so that her nipples rubbed against me like the greedy girl she was.

“Morning, angel.”

Spinning her around so my cock settled against her ass, I sucked in an earlobe, nibbling at it the way she liked, and cupped her breasts to tweak her nipples. Her breasts were just over a palmful. I balanced each one, kneading and caressing them gently as I played with her nipples until she pushed back against my cock and arched her neck back against my shoulder.

“How’s my good girl? Were you hoping I’d slide my cock into you last night?”

“Maybe. I’d hoped you had.” She sounded disappointed, but I’d been bloody and tired when I returned the night before. The sticking point had been the coughing fit she’d had last night. She’d gone to sleep after twonebulizer treatments and a long time in the steam of the shower. No way was I risking waking her up just to fuck her.

“If I slide my fingers into your pussy right now, will it be wet for me, or should I wait? Hmm?” My cock slid between the globes of her ass, and I rocked it against her.

“I’m always wet for you, Eli. Always,” she mewled.

Pushing my fingers down to her slit, I found she was indeed slick, my fingers sliding easily over her and pumping first one, then two.

“That’s it. I’m going to make you come this morning, and then I’m going to fuck you a couple of times so you’re full of my cum. “You look so pretty like this — all pink.” Her blonde hair was almost white in the light, her skin flushed and rosy. She was a vision. “Come for me, darling.” I ground the fleshy part of my palm into her clit as I pumped my fingers, letting her rock against them. “Fuck my fingers. Take what you want.”

I watched the orgasm flow over her, lips parted and her eyes half-open to the ceiling. I knew I’d never seen anything so beautiful. Before she could come down from her high, I spun her back around and hitched her up against the wall, and impaled her on my cock. Flexing into her, Ipounded into her tight sheath mercilessly. My balls had already been tight when we’d started, but I knew I was close. I lowered my forehead to hers.

“Touch your clit, angel girl. I want to see you come again like the greedy little thing you are. God, look how you take my cock.” Her pussy was stretched wide around me as I stroked in and out. I pulled her legs wider and put my hand on hers. “Harder.” The sensation was almost overwhelming, and the vision she made as the water beaded against her skin stole my breath.

“Eli,” she moaned as she came apart, clenching on my cock.

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