“I’ve got you, baby,” I croon, looking into her eyes. “You’re taking me so good. All of me. Every fucking inch.”
“It’s so much,” she moans. “Viktor, I can’t… oh, fuck…”
“You can, my darling. I’m so deep inside you right now. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
“I can’t hold it,” she says in hoarse whisper.
“Then don’t.” I kiss her deep, my tongue mixing with hers as her lips tremble against mine. “Let go. Break apart for me, baby. I’ll hold you together.”
The encouragement sends her over and her eyes roll up. She cries out my name as she comes again, her body shaking underneath me.
I release her arms as I slow down, kissing her as she wraps her legs around my waist, the heels of her shoes digging into my back.
“Make me better, Daddy,” she whimpers against my mouth. “Make it all better.”
I bite her lip and thrust deep inside her. She’s so tight and wet, I could live here forever. I finally come, filling her up with my passion.
She squeezes herself around my cock and moves her hips with mine, taking in every drop of me.
Her tears are dry and her weeping has been replaced with soft kisses. She’s better. I made her better.
“He’ll be gone all night,”she says as she dozes in my arms. We’ve been up in her room so long that the sun has set. It’s only now occurring to me that I should have left hours ago. If her father catches me here…
“How do you know?” I ask.
She nuzzles her face into my chest, her legs wrapped up with mine. “He likes to drink after funerals,” she says. “A lot. He won’t be back until very, very late.”
I don’t respond. Having her in my arms after the last time I came felt right. But now it feels dangerous. Her fingers move over my chest, tracing the line of one of my many tattoos.
Here we lie, the sunset outside the window fills the room with a warm amber glow. It’s hard not to think about the consequences of what’s just happened. I know when I do get up, it’ll all come crashing back to me the way it did the first time. All I want to do is stay in this moment.
I know I can’t. There’s a lot happening that I should be focusing on and now… now, I need to think of Tati. If I’m not careful, she’ll be caught in the crossfire.
“Viktor?”
“Yes?”
She pauses, then lifts her head to look at me. “If I tell you something, will you promise just to listen without judging?”
I brush an errant rosy curl out of her face and say, “You know I can’t make a promise like that. I don’t know what you’re going to tell me.”
She purses her lips to one side. “I guess that’s fair.” She goes quiet for a second, her fingers moving over to one of my many scars, hidden under a blanket of tattoos. Some of them are from work. The deepest of them are from the accident. She traces the one over my heart gently with her fingertips.
“Tell me,Tanechka.”
She sighs. “It’s about Marla… something I’ve been thinking about. You know, she’s never believed that Nicki’s death was an accident.”
“I’ve heard that she’s always been suspicious, yes.”
She nods. “The thing is… she had been looking into it. Months ago, she showed me a bunch of things that she thought pointed to Nicki’s death being planned.”
I frown a little. “Like what things?”
“A police report, for one. It said that Nicki was drunk when he crashed that car.”
“That’s not news, Tati. Everyone knows that.”
“Yeah, except she also had a copy of the autopsy. He wasn’t drunk, Viktor.”
