Page 15 of The Killer's Payment

I will always remember her this way.

Sutton.MySutton. Poised on the edge between innocence and experience, so eager to give me what’s mine—and only mine.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I kneel between her legs, positioning my cock at her entrance. Fuck. She’s so wet, so ready for me, but she’s so tiny, too. There’s no way this won’t hurt her.

It surprises me to realize that I care about hurting her—but I do. Unfortunately, I’m too far gone to take the time to prepare her further. Not that it would be likely to do much good.

Reaching between us, I rub my thumb over her clit, inching the head of my cock just inside her opening. “This is gonna hurt, princess. But only the first time, and I promise you’ll come on my cock before we’re done.”

She nods, biting her lip as I slide farther in.

Fuck. She’s smaller than I thought—that or she has me even bigger and harder than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s entirely possible that both are true.

“Please,” she begs, voice breathy. “Just do it. Don’t go slow.”

I’ve never claimed to be a good man. And permission like that from my angel’s lips snaps the last of my self-control. Tangling both of my hands in her dark blonde curls, I hold her gaze as I snap my hips forward, sheathing myself fully in the most perfect pussy I’ve ever fucked. Thelastpussy I will ever fuck.

Crying out, she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper.

For one frozen heartbeat, we stay like that. Perfectly joined. Two halves of the same, and I know I’ve met my mate. The last woman I’ll need for the rest of my life.

Pulling back, I slam into her again, awed by the perfection of her. Sutton. My gorgeous doll with dreamy dark eyes that suck me in, her fingers clawing my back, holding me against her until I’m afraid I’ll drown in the wonder of her.

She licks her lips, breaths coming faster as her pussy squeezes me and she tilts her hips up, moaning, her every movement and sound urging me to move faster, fuck her harder, fill her with my cum.

I pound into her as she buries her face against my pecs. Fuck she’s tight. I should stop. I should pull out and come all over those perky little tits. I’m perilously close to the edge, to losing all control and filling her with my seed.

And that—the thought of my child growing inside her—nearly makes me blow my load.

Searching for the strength to do the right thing and pull out, I gaze down at her China-doll face, pupils so large her eyes are almost more black than brown, and I realize that there is no stopping. There can never be any stopping or pulling back or fucking half-measures when it comes to this girl.

I nearly tell her I love her, then and there. And yet it seems wrong to say those words for the first time when I’m balls-deep in her fresh young cunt and she’s moaning my name, her pussy squeezing me like a vise as she comes, nails raking down my back.

Pleasure shoots through my body, all nerves firing as her pussy milks my cock. And then there’s only Sutton—her scent, her softness, her tight, wet warmth all surrounding me as her release drags me over the edge and I come so hard I nearly black out.

I collapse beside her on the bed, half-afraid I’ll crush her. She nestles against me, so sweet and trusting, so fucking vulnerable, and something in me breaks open as it hits me: I could lose this, could loseher.

Because she has no idea what kind of man I really am, does she?

All she knows is that I’m an associate of her father’s. A criminal, yes, but that could mean fucking anything. Would she really snuggle up against me like this if she realized I was one of the most ruthless hitmen on the east coast?

But what kind of future could we have if I hid that from her?

Because I do—want a future with her.

Bracing myself to tell her everything, I brush a strand of hair away from her flushed face—and discover that she’s already fucking asleep.

Seven

Sutton

Someone says my name.I struggle to open my eyes, but I can’t. My eyelids are too heavy and I’m too comfortable. The bed is so soft, and I just had the most delicious dream…

Except, it wasn’t a dream. It really happened.Hereally happened.

James Hunter.

The guy I’ve spent so many years and countless nights fantasizing about took my virginity. Right here.Right here in this very bed.

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