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Saint picks me up off his lap and sets me back down on the bed. He strolls across the room and opens a dresser drawer, pulling out a file. He brings it back to the bed and tosses it down next to me.
“Nick Clint was suspended in high school after a female classmate said he raped her. Seems Nick’s father had some good lawyers and got that to disappear. Luckily I know how to find lost things. In college one of Nick’s girlfriends went missing. She still hasn’t been found. Then he got himself engaged. Before they could ever say “I do,” it seemed she slipped down the stairs and died in the hospital the next day. And then there was you. Your doctor seemed to think you were accident prone.”
I feel my breath catch in my chest.
“Just like the new Mrs. Clint.”
Oh, fuck.
“You see, Mama. The world will be a better place without a man like Nick in it. And I have no problem giving him a little taste of his own medicine. I won’t lose any sleep over putting a bullet through his head. But this is your show, Jeanette. Just remember, monsters of your past are always there lurking in the dark, creeping up on you at night. We can make the monster go away. You can make it go away.”
Chapter Four
Saint
It’s been a few weeks since she finally opened up to me. Things have been pretty damn close to perfect. After everything got cleared up with Layla and her father, the waters have been calm. There’s just one more thing that needs to be taken care of, and then I’ll know my Mama will be free from all the shit that fucker did to her. I’ll do anything to give that to her. Anything. After that, we can really start a life—pick out a place together, plant some babies in her, and do the normal nine-to-five. I’ll even drive a goddamn minivan if that’s Jeanette’s idea of the perfect little life.
After this final job, I’m out. I’ll be living by the letter of the law. Carter and I have walked some fine lines in the things we’ve done. We’ve lived by a certain code and I’ve always stuck to it, but when it comes to her, there’s no line I won’t cross to give her what she needs.
Making my way up the stairs, I know she’s going to give me hell for slipping out of bed on her this morning. Viktor brought the shipment in last night and I wanted to make sure everything was in place. Viktor isn’t a cheap man to hire but he was worth every penny.
I push the door open to our room and I’m disappointed to see she’s not still in bed. When I hear banging around in the bathroom, I make my way over and slide open the door. I see Jeanette throwing everything around, making a complete mess. The woman creates chaos wherever she goes. As she catches sight of me in the mirror, her face lights up before a scowl forms. It makes a cute little line between her eyebrows and I brush my thumb across it. My cock is already goddamn hard because she stands there in nothing but a pair of very tiny panties.
“You jackdog. I know what you did,” she snaps and turns to point a finger at me.
I look down at myself thinking maybe I missed some of the blood but I changed and took a shower before I came up here so it can’t be that.
“You think I wouldn’t notice?” she says accusingly and she takes three steps towards me. She presses her breast against me, getting me in face.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Mama, but I’ll do it again if it gets you all worked up and rubbing your tits all over me.”
She levels me with a look that could kill a lesser man, but I lean down and kiss her nose and I know I’m winning when I see her fight a smile.
“The pills, Saint. Where are they?” Ah now I know why she’s all worked up. I’m surprised it took her this long to notice. I threw out those little fuckers almost a week ago, and I sure wasn’t trying to hide the fact I did it.
“Down the drain, Mama.” Before she can respond, I grab her by the hips and lift her onto the bathroom counter.
“You’re going to get it, Saint.”
“Fuck, I hope so.” I lean in, kissing her neck and dragging my tongue up to her ear, grabbing on with my teeth. The taste of sweet vanilla enters my mouth. How does she always taste like that? I love and hate it. I can’t be anywhere near the smell of vanilla now, or my cock goes rock hard. She continues her fit, which I’m only catching every other word of, because my mouth has made its way down to her tits, and all my focus is there. I pull one of her nipple rings into my mouth. That gets a response.
Her words turn to moans. I feel her body start to move in an imitation of fucking, and that’s when I notice she has her hands in her panties. That’s my woman, no fucking around. If she wants to get off, she’s going to get off.
“You gonna share that with me, Mama?”
Leaning back, she pulls her hand out of her panties, and I can see her cream coating her fingers. She softly runs the coated fingers over my lips, but I’m just as needy as she is and I want it all. I quickly suck her finger into my mouth. Good God, her taste is like coming home. It’s a taste I’ve wanted on my tongue forever.
“You want more?”
Fuck, yeah, I do, but I want to tease her a little. I want to make her beg me this time. She’ll beg for my cock and my cum.
I drop down to my knees. She goes to move her panties to the side but I grab her hands to stop her. When she starts to protest I put my mouth to her silk-covered pussy, teasing her through the material.
“Saint, please, your mouth.” She jerks her hands but my grip is firm. I drag my tongue over her clit but I don’t apply any real pressure, dragging out her need. She thrusts her hips and tries to create some friction but it’s useless.
“Damn it. If you don’t knock that shit off, I’ll tie you to the bed again and make your cock my toy. I won’t let you cum all damn day. I’ll just use you for my own pleasure.”
Fuck, she’s going to make me cum in my pants if she keeps talking like that. Now I’m not sure if I’m teasing to make her beg, or doing it so she’ll really punish me.
“Saint, stop messing around.” She moans louder and tries to rub herself against me. I start peppering kisses down the inside of her thighs, rubbing my day-old stubble against her silky skin. I can’t stop myself. It’s become an obsession. I love seeing my whisker burns and little love bites on the insides of her thighs. Every time they start to fade, it pisses me off and I attack her pussy again with my mouth. Seeing them on her when she spreads her legs for me makes me feel like I’m keeping my woman satisfied. Every time she looks down at her pussy she knows I was there.
“Tell me what you want, Mama, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Your cock, Saint. Now.” Standing up, I pull her panties down her legs and start undoing my jeans.
“Lose the shirt. Why do all the time in the gym if you aren’t showing me that body when you fuck me.”
“Sorry, Mama.” I pull the shirt off over my head. Before my tee even hits the floor, she has my nipple in her mouth. I feel the sting of her bites and I can feel the pre-cum slip out of my cock. Fuck, I’m not going to last.
I grab her hips and pull her to the edge of the counter. “Put it in, Mama,” I growl, increasing the pressure of my hold on her.
She’s too worked up to mess around and she instantly slides me inside her. My cock seeks her warm heat. I start to move slowly. I keep my grip on her hips so she can’t thrust against me, with me. She gives me a scowl, but when I adjust my hips and drag against her clit, her displeasure fades and her look is one of bliss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Mama. With your tight little pussy gripping my cock, I could fuck you forever.” I release her hips and she starts to do her own thrusting. “That’s it, baby, take my big dick deep inside your cunt. That’s it. Fuck me back, Mama.”
“God, Saint, I love when you talk like that. Fuck, I’m going to cum.”
Knowing that if she cums, she’ll milk my own orgasm from me, I stop thrusting. I push my hips forward and lock her into place. I grab her face with both of my hands to ensure she doesn’t move, and I slam my mouth against hers. I taste her vanilla flavor as I fu
ck her mouth with my tongue. I mimic what my cock should be doing and build her up, teasing her.
Pulling my mouth from hers, I go for her weak spot, nibbling at her neck. I feel her whole body gasping for air from the overwhelming kiss. “Please,” she begs breathlessly.
I lean close to her ear and whisper my answer. “You want my cum, Mama? I know you do. Work it out of me.” I release the lock I have on her body so she can move.
“Yes, I want it,” she moans
“You know what this means? You’re asking for it. I’m going to let you fuck me, milk my cum out of me. I’m not going to move. You’re going to show me how much you want it. How much you really want me to plant my baby inside you.”
“God, yeah,” she cries and thrusts harder. I brace my feet farther apart so she won’t take us to the ground. She moans my name over and over, her sounds breathless and wild. I feel my spine tingling at the base, but I just need to hold out for one more second. I want her cunt to milk me. I want to feel her pussy grip my cock. I want my warm semen coating her unprotected pussy.
“Told you I would plant my seed in you, Mama.”
Pulling up outside the old vacant building, I turn to look at Jeanette. She looks utterly calm. Part of me wondered if this was the right thing to do. The other part told me it was the only thing I could do. Some of the rage has cooled since this morning when I came back to make sure everything was in place. I got to go a few rounds with her ex Nick before I left him with Viktor.
Viktor is a fixer, and an extremely expensive one at that. There’s almost nothing the man won’t do for the right price, as long as the target is at least a little dirty. That was the word on the street anyway. Not like Viktor went running his mouth about his hits. The man barely talked. I’m not scared of much, but he isn’t a man whose bad side I’d want to be on.
I let him know all I found on Nick, and paid extra for him to make Nick feel some of the pain he’d been dishing out to women over the years. I know for a fact that Viktor didn’t take too kindly to rapists, so I knew Nick was in for a hell of a time.
“You ready for this, Mama?” I asked, leaning over and kissing her on the cheek.
“I...he’s in there?” I hated hearing the stutter in her voice.
“Yeah, he’s in there. You don’t have to go in. I’ll walk in there by myself and put a bullet through his head if you ask.”
She turns and looks at me. “I wanna face him.”
I’m so fucking proud of her in this moment. She’s been running from this man for years and now she’s ready to walk in there and face her demons.
She grabs my chin and pulls me towards her. “Tell me you love me.”
