Page 37 of Blood on Ice

My vision clouded and stars burst in my mind. I thrust against his mouth, coming again and again. He took every drop, never once trying to push me away. He was so fucking beautiful there on his knees, accepting whatever I gave him.

I’d bound myself to him like a fool, but God it felt good. Accepting his help was a terrible idea. I wasn’t solving my problem. I was making a worse one here in my new town. This was my last fucking chance, and I might screw it up, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself.

When I was completely drained, I let go of Vito and dropped back against the couch. I closed my eyes, not sure I could look at him. He laid his head against my thigh, trying to catch his breath. Without conscious thought, I began finger-combing hishair, like I was trying to soothe him. In reality, I was trying to soothe myself with the feel of him. This was all so fucked up.

Vito pulled away from me, and I let my hand drop. I kept my eyes closed, but I heard the sound of his zipper going down. I couldn’t keep myself from looking as he pulled out his cock. It was hard and red, and I could see a vein throbbing along the top.

“Take off your shirt,” he ordered. “I’m going to come on you.”

I suddenly wanted that more than anything. I wanted to wear him on my body. If I was going to be his, I wanted to immerse myself in it, utterly. I wanted to wallow in the filthiness of it. I was giving myself over to this man, and I was going to enjoy it. I loved sex and I was fucking done going without. I pulled my sweater and my T-shirt over my head, then slid down further, opening my legs even more.

“That’s right,” Vito growled. “You know what you need, don’t you?”

“Yes, please.”

“You want my cum on you.”

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I want…yes.”

He shook his head, and his hand slowed on his cock. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I closed my eyes as I forced myself to say the words. “I want your cum on me.”

“Better. Next time you’ll have to look at me when you say it.”

“Nex—” The words caught in my throat. “Next time?”

“You told me you understood my terms.”

“Yeah, but I just… This is a lot to get used to.”

“It’s going to be a lot to take. I’m a lot to take, but you can handle it.”

I had a feeling he meant that in more ways than one. He braced himself with one hand on the back of the couch and leaned over me as he pumped his cock faster and faster. I watched a flush run over his neck and face.

“That’s it,” I said. “Come on me. Cover me in it.” He growled as he coated my chest with cum.

I ran a finger through it and brought to my mouth, and his cock twitched one more time as he watched.

“You’re fucking amazing.” His words were low and rough.

People had praised my hockey skills, though not so much lately. But I was rarely complimented on anything else. I knew he was just praising my sexual abilities, but it felt like he was telling me he approved of me, like he actually sawme.

I was probably being ridiculous. He’d fixated on something, and all I could do was enjoy the perks of that for as long as it lasted.

After we’d both cleaned up, Vito sat down across from me, reached into his suit jacket— which he’d never removed—and pulled out some folded sheets of paper. He opened them and handed them to me along with a pen.

I studied them for a moment. It was the fucking contract. “You brought that with you?”

“Of course I did. I came here to get you to sign, but I saw you leaving and followed you to the bar. Thank God I did.”

Even though he’d saved me from Benito, I wanted to complain. I wanted to tell him he was crazy, that he couldn’t follow me like that, couldn’t come to my home. I should’ve called the police instead of falling into bed with him, but the police weren’t going to help me with the problem I’d created in Vegas.

So I picked up the pen, scrawled my signature across the line, then dropped the pen as if it were burning me. I’d either saved myself or brought about my final destruction.

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