Chapter 20

He thinks I’m fierce.

“Give me your eyes, moy sladkiy voin.” His voice vibrates along my skin.

Water drips over his shoulders, over the markings of tattoos and scars. But it’s the drops stuck to his beard that make his usual handsome appearance more rugged. Every time I think the man can’t get hotter, he does.

When I drag my gaze up to his, there’s a fire burning there that sends my entire core into a tsunami of desire.

Keeping his hand fisted in the small patch of curls I never shave away, he pushes me to walk backward in the pool until I’m pressed against the wall.

Once I’m trapped, he lets go, only to capture my face instead. Pushing my head back, he steals a kiss, then another.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He bites the little spot below my earlobe. “I want your pussy.” He dips into the water, grabbing my hips and pulling my body upward until I’m floating. I balance myself against the wall with my arms stretched out.

Looking down the length of my body, I see his wicked grin as he dips down until his shoulders are covered with water, and he spreads my legs, draping them over his shoulders.

“Viktor! Wait.” I have to grapple with the small ledge that runs around the pool to keep my head above water.

“No more waiting.” He covers my pussy with his mouth, and I go limp. Just before I let go of the wall, I come to my senses and keep myself up.

He cups my ass, lifting it a little further out of the water as his tongue presses flat against my clit. Slowly, he begins to move.

Lavishly, he licks my pussy, flicking my clit then licking it with the flat of his tongue. In only moments he has me on the edge of bliss and insanity. The closer I get to my release, the slower he goes, dragging me away from it only to shove me there again with a simple flick of his tongue.

His dark eyes stare up the length of my body, piercing me with his possession.

And I make no mistake about his intent.

The man wants to own me.

He already believes he does.

And the way he plays with my body, I’m starting to believe him.

He inserts two fingers into my pussy, curling and twisting them as he thrusts them in time with the dance of his tongue.

“Viktor!” I bend my legs, pulling him even closer to me and do my best to lift my hips up at him. “Please.”

“Please, what, Marlena? Make you come?” He rubs the roughness of his beard over my clit as he questions me with that sly grin of his. Water splashes over my stomach as my body dips below the surface again and he blows it away.

I urge him by pulling him with my legs.

“All you have to do is ask. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” He’s not only talking about an orgasm, I think.

His fingers work inside me, slower now but with more force.

I can’t believe my face is burning with a blush. I’ve never had to say the words before. The few men I’ve been with weren’t overly concerned with my pleasure; it was all on me if I was going to get there. But with Viktor it’s different. He’s both in control and handing over the reins to me at the same time.

All I have to do is ask.

It’s all within my control.

But he won’t give it until I do.

That’s his heavy-handed grip.

And I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I do in this moment.

“I need to come, Viktor. Please, let me come.” I readjust my arms on the wall.

Keeping his intense gaze locked on me, he lowers his mouth to my pussy again. His tongue darts out between his thick lips and flicks my clit. I roll my hips up at him. I need more.

His fingers twist again, curling right into the perfect spot as his tongue presses flat against my clit, rubbing me.

I scream into the echoes of the pool. His name. I’m chanting his name as my body writhes within his grasp. The fierceness of my orgasm shakes me. He pulls his fingers out of me, using both arms to hold me up to his mouth as he licks my pussy until the very last pulse of my orgasm fades.

Only when my body turns to rubber does he release me, letting my body float down through water until my feet touch the bottom again.

My arms are shaky when I let go of the edge.

He gives me no time to breathe before he grabs my face and kisses me, a deep, possessive kiss. I taste myself on his tongue as he sweeps through my mouth. His hand sinks up into my hair, fisting at my scalp.

I’m ready for the pull this time. But the satisfaction from the sting catches me off guard. It spreads through my body, like a fire gobbling up a forest.

“I need you, moy sladkiy voin. Badly,” he growls as he drags me to the shallow part of the pool.

He puts me on the ladder and pushes me up, only releasing my hair when it gets out of his reach.

The moment my feet hit the tiled floor, he’s on me again, scooping me up and carrying me over to one of the pool chairs. He throws himself on the reclining pool chair and pulls my hand.

“Climb on. I need to be inside you, now.”

I’m so needy for him to fill me, I don’t hesitate.

He fists his cock at the base. “Slide down, slow,” he orders, keeping his eyes fixed on where my pussy sucks up his thick cock.

The stretch around his shaft is a burn I never want to stop.

“Such a good girl for me today.” He grabs hold of my hips. “All the way, baby, that’s right. Take every inch of me. Such a good girl.”

His praise makes it easier for me to sink down into his lap, even when it feels like too much, I keep going until I’m seated on his lap.

His eyes roll back. “Fuck, baby, so good.” His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts. “Now ride me. Hard. Don’t stop until I’ve filled you.”

I lean forward just enough to press my hands on his chest and start to move. Up and down, I ride him and he meets me with hard thrusts in between.

There is a pain when he plows upward, but it only melts into my arousal. The chair squeaks against the floor tiles. The sounds of our bodies meeting and our grunts echo.

“Fuck. Fuck.” He bites down on his lip. “Come for me, moy sladkiy voin. Give me your pleasure again.”

I roll my hips into his as I ride him.

“Fuck, good girl. Good fucking girl!” He moves one hand between us, to feel for my clit. “That’s it, harder, fucking come for me.” He smacks my ass. “Harder!” he yells and smacks me again.

The new sting and the old sting and the constant pressure on my clit drive me right to the edge and before I can even think it, my body plummets right over the edge. I scream his name again as my orgasm rips through me.

“Suck a good fucking girl today.” He grins as I slow my pace. “Bend over the chair now. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

I’m barely in position before he thrusts his cock into my waiting pussy. The chair moves with each thrust, but it doesn’t stop him or slow him.

I arch my back, and he grunts with the new sensation it gives him.

“Fuck!” he barks and thrusts again, then stills as his orgasm tears through him, and he fills me with his seed.

Water drips from the ends of my hair onto the chair while we both catch our breath.

A moment passes, then he wraps his body around mine and pulls me into his lap as he collapses on the chair.

I bury my face into his neck, suddenly chilled. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Marlena,” he vows, rubbing his chin against my head. “I will burn the world to the ground to keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you like that again.” His fingers trail over my shoulder with the scars.

I’ve heard plenty of empty promises in my life.

I can tell when a man is bullshitting me with a fake protector vibe.

Viktor means what he says.

I saw the anger in his eyes when I explained the scars.

He moves his legs so he can drape one over me when a shiver takes hold.

“There are towels in the cabinet by the door,” he says, but holds me tighter, giving me his warmth.

His determination to keep me is making my decision to stay away harder to enforce. The more he proves to be exactly what he says he is, the harder it’s going to be to walk away from this.

From him.

But history always repeats itself.

I’m going to get hurt if I stay too long.

And this time, it might be the death of me.