Chapter 26

Victor

I STAND behind the door, listening to my wife giggling and laughing with her friend.

I plan to walk away. Because I’m not a fucking eavesdropper. At least, not until they start talking about the size of my dick.

I smirk to myself.

If only she knew.

I shouldn’t be standing here, listening to this shit. I came to check on Laura to make sure she’s okay after her little episode at dinner. She’s been off all day, pale and queasy.

But now I’m rooted to the spot, my ear practically pressed against the door like some kind of pervert.

Blyad. What the fuck is wrong with me? Since when do I give a shit about girl talk and gossip?

Since it’s her, a little voice in my head whispers. Since it’s Laura.

I tell the voice to shut the fuck up.

“Come on, Lu,” Serena wheedles.“But seriously,” I hear Serena say, her voice muffled through the thick wood. “How’s the sex? Is he as good in bed as he looks?”

I freeze, my hand on the doorknob. I should leave. I know I should. But some masochistic part of me wants to hear Laura’s answer.

There’s a long pause. Then, so quietly I almost miss it, Laura says, “It’s… intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”

Something in my chest tightens at her words. A feeling I don’t dare put a name to.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I turn the knob and push the door open.

The laughter dies as I step into the room, two pairs of wide eyes snapping to me.

“Victor!” Laura squeaks, her face flushing a delightful shade of pink. “What… what are you doing here?”

I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest. “I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

She ducks her head, avoiding my gaze. “I’m fine. Just… catching up with Ser.”

I let my eyes drift to Serena, who’s looking at me with a mix of wariness and… is that amusement?

“So I heard,” I drawl, letting a smirk curl my lips.

Laura makes a strangled sound, her face going from pink to scarlet. Serena, on the other hand, just grins.

“Can you blame a girl for being curious?” she asks, completely unapologetic. “I mean, have you seen yourself?”

I bark out a laugh, surprising myself. It’s been a long time since someone’s had the balls to talk to me like that.

I think I like this girl.

Laura, on the other hand, looks like she wants to sink through the floor. “Oh, my God, Ser, shut up!”

Ser just winks at her. “What? I’m just saying, if I had a man who looked like that in my bed, I’d be bragging too.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Laura stands abruptly, grabbing Serena’s arm. “We’re going to… powder our noses. Or something.”

She starts dragging Serena toward the door, shooting me a glare as she passes.

“Not so fast, krasotka.”I catch Laura’s arm before the two women can make their escape. “Apologies for cutting the session short, Serena, but my wife and I need some private time. Now.”

The smirk on Serena’s face tells me she knows exactly what kind of “private time” I have in mind. She wiggles her eyebrows at Laura. “Duty calls, Lu. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

With a wink, she slips out the door, leaving me alone with my blushing wife.

Laura fidgets under my intense gaze, red staining her cheeks. She’s a fucking vision in that little sundress I picked out for her this morning, the pastel floral print hugging her tits and ass in all the right ways. The plunging V neckline offers a tantalizing peek at her cleavage.

My eyes rake over her, drinking in the sight I’ve been deprived of for far too long. Three weeks. Three goddamn weeks since I’ve had her soft skin under my hands, since I’ve heard her breathy cries as I make her come.

Laura’s tongue darts out to wet her lips. The small action sends a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.

And I’m done waiting.

“Victor, you can’t just dismiss Ser like that,” she protests weakly, even as her eyes betray her hunger. “She’s my best friend. We were in the middle of catching up…”

“You belong to me, and that’s all the reason I need,” I growl, stalking toward her. Three long weeks of pent-up need have me half-crazed. I crowd her against the wall, caging her in with my arms. “I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I want you, kiska. Now.”

Her green eyes darken with desire even as she halfheartedly pushes at my chest. “Someone could walk in…”

I wedge a thigh between her legs, pressing against her core. She’s so tiny I could pick her up with one hand. “Then I guess you’d better keep quiet,” I murmur against her ear. “Can you do that for me, kiska? Be a good girl?”

She shivers, hands fisting in my shirt. “You’re impossible,” she whispers, but there’s no heat behind the words.

“You fucking love it.” I nip at her earlobe, relishing her sharp intake of breath. “Just like you’re going to love taking my cock. It’s been too damn long, princess.”

Fuck catching up with friends. Fuck propriety.

At this moment, nothing exists but her—my sweet, responsive wife.

“Victor, please…”

I rock my hips into hers, letting her feel how hard I am.

“Kiska, this is what you do to me.”I let her know how badly I crave her tight heat wrapped around me. She mewls softly, and it takes every ounce of control not to rip that fucking dress off and plunge into her right here.

But I want to take my time with her.

I want to make her shake and scream, want to wring every ounce of pleasure from her gorgeous body until she can’t remember her own damn name. Until the only word on her pretty lips is mine.

I skim my hands down her sides to cup her ass, kneading the firm globes. “Jump,” I command roughly. She obeys instantly, wrapping her legs around my waist as I lift her. The skirt of her dress rides up, exposing her creamy thighs. My cock throbs, aching to be inside her.

Pinning her to the wall with my hips, I claim her mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth. She whimpers into it, clinging to my shoulders. I can smell her arousal, that sweet musky scent that drives me out of my fucking mind.

“Please,” she pants when I release her lips to blaze a trail of hot kisses down the column of her throat. “Please, Victor, I need you.”

“I know, kiska,” I rasp against her skin. “Gonna give you what you need. Gonna fill this greedy little cunt so fucking deep.”

She moans, her back arching as I suck a mark into the swell of her breast.

Mine.

I toss Laura onto the plush sofa cushions like a ragdoll, standing over her with a predatory gleam in my eye. She looks up at me, chest heaving, green eyes cloudy with lust. That damn sundress is riding up her thighs, giving me a peek at the lacy panties barely covering her sweet cunt.

“Take ‘em off,” I command, my voice a low rasp. “Slowly.”

Never breaking eye contact, she reaches under her skirt, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and shimmying them down her legs. The dress falls back into place, draping over her mound, but I know she’s bare and glistening underneath, waiting for my aching cock.

Sprawled out like a fucking offering, trembling with need, I’ve never wanted to ruin a woman so badly. I palm myself through my slacks, my erection straining against the fabric. Laura’s gaze darts down to my crotch, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. Christ, the things I want to do to that filthy mouth…

“Like what you see, baby?” I give myself a rough squeeze, groaning at the friction. “Want to see what you do to me?”

At her jerky nod, I undo my fly and pull my thick length out, standing tall and proud from a thatch of dark hair. Her eyes go wide, riveted to the bead of moisture leaking from the swollen head.

“Victor,” she whimpers, thighs rubbing together shamelessly.

In one swift motion, I shove my pants down and kick them away. Then I’m on her, covering her body with my bulk, grinding my bare cock against her soaked slit. Her mewling gasp is music to my ears.

“Fucking hell, you’re dripping,” I growl, notching the broad head at her entrance. “So fucking ready for me. Gonna fill you up with my cock.”

And then I’m driving forward, sheathing myself to the hilt in her tight, clutching heat. Stars burst behind my eyelids at the sheer bliss of her velvet walls squeezing me like a vise. I set a brutal pace, pistoning into her like a man possessed, chasing that perfect friction.

She’s so small underneath me, so fragile. It brings out the beast in me, this need to claim her, own her, ruin her for anyone else. I’ve never craved a woman this way, never wanted to get one off more than myself. It would scare the shit out of me if I had room for any other thought but the exquisite drag of her cunt milking my cock.

“Fuck, Victor, fuck, I’m coming…”

With a growl, I pull out abruptly, ignoring Laura’s whimper of protest. Before she can question it, I’m shoving two fingers knuckle-deep in her sopping cunt, pumping ruthlessly.

“You think I’m done with this sweet pussy?” I rasp, rubbing tight circles around her swollen clit with my thumb. “Not even close, kiska. Gonna make you come on my fingers like a good little girl.”

Her back bows off the cushions as I finger-fuck her hard and fast, curling my digits to hit that spongy spot behind her pubic bone. Slick arousal coats my hand, dripping down my wrist.

“That’s it, baby,” I coax as her walls start to flutter around me. “Let go. Wanna feel this greedy cunt milk my fingers.”

A few more skilled strokes, and she shatters with a silent scream, her velvety pussy clenching rhythmically.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

I work her through it, gradually easing the pressure on her sensitive bud until she collapses back against the sofa, spent.

I sit back on my haunches, admiring my handiwork. She’s flushed and glowing, hair a wild tangle, chest heaving. Fucked-out perfection. Something tightens in my chest at the sight.

Bringing my drenched fingers to my mouth, I suck them clean, savoring her honeyed essence. Her half-lidded eyes track the movement, glazed with satisfaction and residual lust.

“I…need more.”

My own need throbs between my legs, my cock still hard and aching, weeping for attention. Any other woman and I’d already be three strokes from finishing inside her, chasing my own release.

“Yes, kiska…”

But with Laura… Christ, I want to drag this out. I want to wring every last drop of pleasure from her gorgeous body until she’s stripped bare and boneless. I want to brand myself on her soul the way she’s imprinted on mine.

The revelation hits me like a sledgehammer—that, for the first time, another person’s satisfaction matters more to me than my own. That, in this moment, I’d gladly let my own cock go neglected if it meant watching her come undone on my fingers again and again.

It’s a frightening thought, one I quickly push aside in favor of crawling back over her and spreading her thighs wider, determined to taste her properly. She gasps as I bury my face between her legs, licking a broad stripe up her slit before sealing my mouth over her clit and suckling greedily.

Mine,I think dimly as she bucks and writhes against my tongue. All fucking mine.