Chapter 10

The man is beyond reason.I can’t lie and say spending the last hours with him was torture. In fact, it was almost nice having someone to hang out with while I folded towels and finished my sewing, but it’s done now.

But the way he’s looking at me, like a lion ready to devour the antelope, suggests he has no plans to leave yet.

“You don’t have… I mean you were just kidding.”

His thumb skims across my jaw, and then he slides his hand behind my neck, beneath my hair until his fingers curl into a fist at my scalp. He pulls my head back, exposing my throat.

“Viktor…” I lose my concentration the moment his tongue touches my skin and glides up my throat, over my chin and he covers my mouth with his.

He presses his mouth harder against me, turning my body and walking me further into the room. I fist his shirt to keep myself from tripping. At least that’s what I tell myself.

When the back of my knees hit the bed, he releases my hair and breaks off the kiss.

“On the bed, moy sladkiy voin. I don’t like repeating myself.” He stares down at me with a darkness that should send me running for the door. Instead, I find myself sinking onto the bed. “Good girl,” he grins.

“Wait.” I shake my head, trying to loosen the hold he seems to have on me.

We can’t do this. He’s my best friend’s husband’s cousin. Surely, there’s a rule about that sort of thing. Aside from that fact, he’s possessive when there’s nothing to be possessive over. If I let him in my bed, it will only encourage him.

“I’ve waited long enough,” he grumbles. “Take off those clothes.”

“If it’s my reward, shouldn’t I get to pick? Maybe a nice dinner out?” Am I really trying to negotiate with a Russian mobster?

“I will take you to the best restaurant in town, tomorrow night. If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to help you, and I’m not in the mood for being gentle.”

He reaches for the hem of my shirt. It’s old; I got it at a thrift store last summer.

“Okay! Okay!” I don’t exactly have the funds to be replacing clothing because the insanely hot, irritatingly bossy man destroyed a shirt.

I pull the shirt over my head. Hoping it’s enough, I look back up at him. His dark eyebrow is peaked over his left eye and his lips are pinched together in a line.

His patience, what little he seems to possess, is waning. I shuck off my leggings and kick them to the foot of the bed.

When I check back on him, he’s standing beside my bed nude.

Holy fuck.

The man has tattoos everywhere. His pecs are covered, his perfectly shaped abs, his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms.

But it’s the muscle beneath the ink that has my mouth watering. This man could break me with a flick of his wrist.

Suddenly, the harshness of the spanking he gave me earlier doesn’t seem so harsh. He held back, I think.

A lot.

My eyes slowly drape down his body.

I snap my thighs shut.

I’m not a virgin, haven’t been for many years, but I suddenly wonder if I’ve ever seen a man naked before. Because none of the men I’ve been with have been so… much.

“Your bra and panties are still on,” he says as he climbs onto the bed, one knee then the other.

I scoot back from him until my back hits the wall. Then there’s nowhere else to go.

My eyes are fixed on the sensual darkness of his features, so it doesn’t register to stop him before he grabs hold of my bra and tears it down the middle between my breasts.

“Viktor!” I snap out of my haze and look down at the mess he’s made of my bra. My last good bra.

“I warned you.” He wraps his hands around my thighs and yanks me until I’m flat on my back.

He blankets me with his body, careful not to crush me beneath the weight of all his muscle and captures my mouth again.

His thick, hard cock presses against my thigh as his tongue sweeps through my mouth. He’s distracting. Every time I get a hold of a thought, he touches me in a new place and swooshes my thought right out of my head.

Men like him are dangerous.

More dangerous than most.

He cups my breast, flicking my nipple with his thumb until a moan escapes my defenses.

I can feel his smile against my lips as he runs his hand lower, trailing over my stomach, to my hip before lifting off me just enough to make room between us for his hand to slide in.

“Viktor, wait, before… oh, fuck.” I drop my head to the pillow as his skilled fingers push aside the thin material of my thong and he swirls his fingertip over my clit.

All of the arousal he built in me earlier rushes back tenfold.

“You were saying?” His lips trail along my jaw before moving to the valley between my breasts. Kiss by kiss he makes his way down my stomach, before continuing on.

I was saying something, wasn’t I?

He settles between my thighs, hooking his arms beneath my bent knees and pulling them apart.

I look down the length of my body to find his eyes settled on me. He wears a wicked grin.

With his teeth, he grabs the thin material of my flimsy panties and pulls the fabric to the side. The air of the room brushes across my aching sex.

Using the flat of his tongue, he puts the perfect amount of pressure against my clit.

“Oh, god,” I mutter as my hips rise off the bed.

He flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit before pressing his tongue against me again, moving in a slow circular pattern, making my toes curl.

“Fuck.” I reach down to stop him. We can’t keep going this direction or we won’t be able to stop. But the moment I touch his thick, wavy hair he grabs hold of my wrist and pins it to the mattress.

“Don’t get in my way, moy sladkiy voin, or I will tie you down and punish you severely.” Nothing about his tone suggests he’s kidding.

Using two fingers, he splays my pussy lips apart and dips between them. His tongue lavishes over my clit, swirling softly one direction before hardening his touch and twirling the other.

I fist the blanket beneath me. It’s as though he knows exactly how my body will react to each point of pressure, and he goes through each one, driving my arousal higher and higher still.

“Fuck,” he mutters. At the same time, I moan and he slips two fingers into my pussy. Immediately my body grabs onto him.

It’s been too long since anyone other than me touched me there. He curls his fingers and I cry out from the immediate pleasure bursting through my body.

“That’s a good girl.” He continues licking and teasing while easing a third finger into me.

“Oh, no. I don’t… oh, fuck.” My eyes roll. The man knows exactly when to ease off and when to push through. He’s not letting up now.

“My cock is bigger than this. You need to be ready. I don’t want to hurt you.” Any other man saying such things would make me die from laughter. But he’s not wrong.

He pumps his fingers in and out of me while spreading them further and further apart until the little spring inside my core tightens and tightens until it can’t get any tighter.

“Viktor.” His name is barely a sound coming out of my mouth.

“I feel you. Your body shakes with need.” He kisses me just above my clit. “You need to come, and you’ve been such a good girl. Go on, come for me.” He flicks his tongue over me.

Before his words register with my mind, my body obeys him.

Hard waves of pleasure burst over me. It’s almost too much to bear.

I scream.

I cry out his name.

I try to breathe.

The pulses of pleasure continue as he drives his fingers inside me.

“Such a good girl,” he says with a grin, easing his ministrations until I’m a heap on the bed.

My hands sink into my hair, covering my face with my arms. What have I done? How easily I gave into his touch.

Through the small space between my arms, I see Viktor gliding up my body, blanketing me once more with his strength.

He eases my arms away from my face and kisses my cheeks, then my lips.

“There is no shame between us, moy sladkiy voin.”

“I shouldn’t have let you do that.” I barely hold his gaze with my confession.

“Of course you should.” His stormy gaze fixes on me, his hand slips between our bodies, and his cock presses against my entrance. “We aren’t done, either. Not until I hear you scream my name again.”

“I don’t think…” My protest, as weak as it is, gets cut off by the single, powerful thrust of his hips.

His cock fills me.

I cry out, this time from the pain of being stretched.

“Shhhh. Fuck. No. Don’t move like that.” He grits his teeth, pushes my hips to the bed. “Let your body get used to me.”

I shake my head, shove at his shoulders.

“It will be better in a second.” He kisses my cheeks again. “If you move your hips like that, I won’t be able to control myself. It’s killing me not to move right now.”

He does sound pained.

His hands frame my face.

“Look at me,” he orders, and again I find myself obeying him. He licks his lips as he stares down at me. It seems he’s going to lose what little control he has.

Slowly, he drags his cock back, almost all the way out of me, only to stop at the last second. I slide my hand up the back of his neck, into his hair, watching his control slip away.

It’s magnificent, watching this powerful man lose his fight to his raw, animalistic urge.

In the next second he plows forward again, filling me, stretching me, fucking me.

I lift my knees, wrapping my feet around his waist.

Each little bite of pain with his thrusts melts into the next until I’m not sure if there’s pain or pleasure. It feels too wonderful to try to distinguish one from the other.

“Fuck,” he grinds out just before claiming my mouth again. He lifts up, moving his hand between us and finding my clit once more. Within seconds he has me on the crest of orgasm again.

I buck up at him, wanting, no needing more of his touch, more of him.

It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Everything is polar opposites with him.

“I have to… oh, god… Viktor!” I scream his name as my body crumbles beneath the weight of my release. He doesn’t relent; he drives harder and faster into me.

“Yes. Fuck. Moy sladkiy voin.” He moves his mouth to my neck as he freezes, and his own orgasm sweeps him away.

His breath, heavy and hot, washes over my throat as he regains his composure.

I’ve lost mine.

I’m not sure I’ll find it again.

I stroke his hair at the back of his neck. There’s a haze around us and I’m not sure I want out of it just yet.

He rolls to his back, pulling me to lie on his chest. He hugs me to him.

“We didn’t use a condom.” Panic fills me with the realization.

“No.” He shakes his head. “We didn’t. It’s not a problem. I’m clean, and I saw your birth control pills in the bathroom.” He turns and kisses my forehead.

I soften against him, falling into the beating of his heart as it comes to a calm. His tree trunk of an arm holds me to him, cradling me. His breathing slows. He runs his fingertips up and down my arm.

It’s sweet.

It’s soothing.

This is the safest I’ve felt in days.

His phone vibrates against the top of my dresser.

I could fall asleep in his arms right now.

Moments of silence stretch between us, easing me into a sense of calm.

His phone dances again on the dresser.

“Marlena?” He kisses my forehead again.

“Hmm?” I blink my heavy eyelids open and turn to look up at him.

“I have to go.”