Chapter 52

Chapter Fifty-Two

Ava

" V iktor," I moan as his hand dives inside my jeans.

It encourages him to go deeper as he kisses me passionately like he wants to make sure I know I'm his. Not that I need to be reminded, my body knows it very well. He takes his hand out and pops a finger in his mouth. It's so erotic.

"You're so delicious," he moans. The words ignite a fire in me.

He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down effortlessly. My T-shirt follows. I'm left in a set of matching black lace lingerie.

"Were you expecting me, baby girl?"

"Maybe, maybe not," I tease.

He turns me around in one move. Before I know what is happening, his hand connects with my ass. I find myself instantly wet.

"You've been a bad girl. I think we need to teach you manners. Six should do it." I stay quiet. "I asked you a question," he says, even though I know he didn't.

"Yes, sir," I whisper.

"These are in my way." He tears my panties with a single move. "You're so wet for me." His fingers graze me. I arch, trying to get friction. "There will be time for that. I want you to count." He slaps my ass, it burns, but it's a sweet burn. "Count Ava." His deep throaty voice reminds me.

"One." He continues until he reaches six. My ass cheeks are burning, and I'm wet beyond reason.

"Baby girl, you have done spectacularly well. What should I do next?"

It's rhetorical, considering he has a plan. After turning me around, he leans in, kisses me and takes something from his back pocket. It looks silky. He uses it to blindfold me. It feels smooth and soft—perhaps it's a scarf—I reach up to feel it.

"Don't touch, or I'll have to punish you again." His voice is dark, filled with lust. He pulls me further up in the bed. "Don't move. Stay very still," he commands.

He takes my bra off, releasing my breasts, and I feel him lick my nipples. He blows softly and then bites, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. I'm gripping the sheets trying not to move, but it's fucking hard. Every lick and bite drive me crazy. I close my eyes, trying to control my impulse to touch, but it's nearly impossible. I need to feel him. I can't take it anymore and move my arms to touch him.

"You're being a bad girl." He gets out of bed, and I instantly feel the coldness of his departure. Then the bed dips on my side. "Let me have your hand." I do. "If you can't stay still, then I'm just going to have to make you." I feel something wrapped around my wrist and a pull as he ties it to something. He does the same to my other hand. "You look so fucking beautiful. Where was I?"

He starts again with my breast, and it's intense. The pleasure is so much. I can't see anything he's doing, but I can fucking feel it. Then two of his fingers slide inside me. He licks, bites, and sucks my breasts while increasing the speed of his fingers, and I'm nearly there. I try to hold it and prolong it, but I can't. When I reach euphoria, I scream his name, there's so much stimulation that I'm panting, trying to catch my breath, but he continues. The orgasm keeps going.

"Viktor, please. It's too much."

"I say when it is too much," he whispers, right on my lips.

He leaves the bed, and I hear him take off his clothes. Every item makes a sound as it hits the floor. I know what's coming, but I'm still surprised when I feel his skin against mine. The heat from his body is taking over my skin. Between us, we could probably start a fire. He spreads my legs wide and positions me on my back, feet planted on the bed. Then I feel the warmth of his mouth.

"Fuck," I yell as I feel his first lick.

I can't see with the blindfold on, but I sense his smirk between my legs. He eats me like he's starving, touching all the right places. His tongue gives me all the pleasure I could ever crave. He starts to massage my clit as his tongue continues to do the work, and it doesn't take long to take me to the edge. I moan, swallowing my screams as he takes me somewhere I have never been before. The pleasure is like nothing I ever felt. Finally, I cry his name as I reach euphoria once more. Leaving the bed, he unties my arms but orders me not to take the blindfold off as he turns me on my stomach.

"You are mine," he says as he thrusts inside me.

He claims me like his life depends on it, like he can't have enough of me. He claims me like there might not be a tomorrow.

We're in bed again after having a beautiful evening. Both babies are finally asleep, and I feel like I'm on cloud nine even though I'm exhausted. He drained whatever reserve I had, but I can't complain. Today was epic. I close my eyes, enjoying the bliss.

"It's getting late," Viktor says.

"Okay."

"I should probably get going. You must be tired."

"I wonder why," I quip and turn to look at him.

"Are you accusing me of something?" he asks with his smirk in full display.

"Maybe."

He pulls me to him and kisses me.

"Didn't you have enough?" I quip.

"I could never have enough of you, but I should probably go. You should rest." He's about to get out of bed.

"Don't." He looks at me suspiciously. "I want you to stay," I confess.

"Are you sure?"

"Don't make me change my mind," I say with a smile.

"You don't have to ask twice."

"Just go to sleep. You're on baby duty tonight," I proclaim with a laugh.

"Come here." He tightens his grip. "I love you, Ava."

"I love you, Viktor."

I open my eyes and turn to see Viktor watching me sleep.

"What are you doing? How long have you been up?"

"Not long," he says, but he's fully dressed.

"What time is it?" I sit up in a panic.

"It's seven. They're both sleeping," he says, answering my unspoken question.

"Are you going to work?"

"I am, but I want to show you something." His smile reaches his eyes.

"What are you up to?" I look quizzically at him.

"I want to show you something," he repeats, smiling.

"Okay." I grab a robe and follow him to the living room.

"Have a seat." His smile seems plastered in place.

"Are you going to tell me what has you smiling?"

"Sit," he requests again, so I do. He hands me a file.

"What is it?"

"It's your wedding present."

"Last I checked, we aren't married."

"It's a wedding present, but I want you to have it now." I open the file.

"What is this?" I'm looking at purchase documents, and when I read the first few lines, it says House of Beauty. "I don't understand."

"House of Beauty is yours, among a few other things."

"Are you joking? This isn't funny." I look at him suspiciously.

"Why would I joke about something like this?" he looks at me, confused.

"I don't know. Maybe because I'm holding papers that say I own House of Beauty."

"I bought it before everything went wrong. You can ask Oliver. Doesn't it make you happy?"

"I don't know the first thing about owning a company."

"You got this."

"Viktor…" I begin but decide to kiss him instead. "Thank you," I add once I break the kiss.

"This is for you to build a future outside the Manarch name. Something for you and our children." I didn't think it was possible to love him more. "You don't have to do it alone. I'm here for you."

"What about the babies?"

"What about them?"

"They need me."

"And they have you. Would it help if I told you the House of Beauty building has been remodeled to fit your needs?"

"What?"

"Your office has been designed so you can take them to work if you want."

I exhale in joy.

"You're amazing." I hug him. "You have no idea what this means to me."

"I never want you to feel like you need to depend on anyone. Well, except me," Viktor teases.

"Aw, shut up and kiss me."

He does, then pulls me to stand and leads us to my bedroom. Wherever he was going is irrelevant now because I'm ripping his clothes off. I need him to claim me as only he can.