Page 12 of The Killer's Payment

Her eyes dart to mine, filled with confusion. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

I shrug. “Good. Then you’ll stay here.”

“Here?”

“Here.”

“With you?”

“No—with Santa. Seriously?” This fucking girl.

She bites her lip. Does she even know what that’s doing to me?

“Unless…” I clear my throat. “Unless you’d prefer we follow through withyourlittle plan and call it a day…”

I watch her thoughts cross her face as if they’re a movie. Fuck me tonight and she’s her own woman the moment it’s over,or, my suggestion, which has no real end date.

Decisions, decisions…

Little does she know both options involve me spreading those pretty little legs of hers. Whether it happens tonight or it happens in a month, it’s inevitable at this point.

“Easier if I just make the choice for you?” I offer.

“Maybe… but what would your choice be?”

Both.

Her plan today. My plan tomorrow.

But I don’t say that.

She doesn’t need to know that yet.

“Take off your dress and I’ll show you.”

Her eyes widen, but she recovers quickly. “Is this another one of your… games? Get me as vulnerable as possible before telling meno chance?”

“You’re half right.” I lift a brow. “I’ll have you as vulnerable as possible before telling you there’sno chanceyou’re leaving with your virginity intact.No chanceyou’re walking away until I’ve tasted that pretty little pussy of yours.No chanceyou’re going home to another man’s cock until you’ve felt what it’s like to be lodged on top of mine. Now take the fucking dress off.”

There’s barely a moment of hesitation before she does as she’s told, slipping the straps off her shoulders and letting the thin garment drop to her hips. “Good fucking girl.”

I lean back into the cushions, drinking in every ounce of her naked body.

Her hands come up in an attempt to cover her bare chest, and I tut. “Don’t ever think to hide yourself from me, Sutton.”

She pauses for a moment before dropping them, turning her face to the side so her dark blonde curls fall across her face—in direct violation of what I just told her.

I let it slide since she’s still learning.

And because I’m too consumed by those perky tits to worry about her face.

For now.

I cup both her breasts, pushing them up before brushing each rosy nipple with my thumbs, watching as her whole body shivers. The delicious sight of her movements, and the thought of how weak her body is to my touch, has my cock thickening between her thighs. The breath that escapes from between her lips tells me she’s just as aware of it as I am.

I’m going to enjoy every second of this. Every minute of what I’m going to do to her.

She’s perfect. Perfectly untouched. And she’ll be even more perfect after—once I’ve stretched her sweet little pussy out to fit me,and only me.

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