Viktor

by Clarissa Wild

  “Is that a threat?” I playfully raise a brow.

  “Damn right it is.” He grabs my hand and pulls me with him. “You’re coming with me. That pussy needs a dick right now.”

  He drags me through the hallway, naked, to his room. I don’t think he gives a shit whether Winston sees him or not, and neither do I. I just want his tongue back where it belongs: between my legs.

  Viktor pushes me ahead of him and then slams the door shut behind him. His chest rises and falls from his heavy breathing, little groans escaping his mouth each time he does. His eyes hone in on me, and he approaches me with steps that remind me of a lion about to pounce its prey.

  Alone in this room with a man who could snap my neck in an instant … Shouldn’t I be afraid?

  I think I am … or maybe I’m just waiting.

  Waiting for him to make a move.

  Excited by the danger that surrounds him.

  Fucked up, that’s what I am, but I’m not the only one in this room with that problem, and I think that’s what attracts us so much. What we like about each other … the insanity.

  Each step he takes makes me take one back until I hit his bed with the back of my legs.

  And then he’s right in front of me.

  Taunting me.

  Daring me to fear and run.

  But I don’t.

  I am fearless.

  And I want him.

  One shove is all it takes. I squeal as he drops me to the bed and crawls on top of me. His hand pushes me down onto the mattress, pressing me so tightly I couldn’t leave, even if I wanted to. He slides my legs apart with one simple nudge, and then his face dives between them again.

  All the anxiety disappears in an instant.

  I’m in fucking magical wonderland again.

  Licks, sucks, kisses, all of it, everywhere—I can’t keep track, can’t keep up.

  He’s so good; I can’t even describe it. Like he’s never tasted better pussy than this and wants to eat it all.

  “You’re so fucking wet and swollen,” he murmurs into my skin, pressing another kiss to my clit. “You really do want me.”

  “No fucking kidding,” I moan, which makes him muffle a laugh. The hot air he breathes only adds to the pleasure. “Stop torturing me.”

  “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with this pussy,” he says, tugging my body toward him. “And you know why? Because today, it’s all mine.”

  Oh, fuck me right in the pussy.

  I don’t even like the word ‘today’ anymore, just because he said that.

  I want this every fucking day.

  Then his tongue drives into my pussy, and I moan out loud.

  “That’s it. Scream for me, Lexi. Show me how much you want it,” he murmurs into me, probing me again.

  “Fuck, I want it so badly,” I say. “Make me come.”

  “What’s that? I can’t hear you,” he whispers, swirling around my clit.

  “Oh, fuck! Please, make me come,” I moan.

  I’m right there, on the edge, and for some reason, I can’t go over.

  Not until … not until he says I can.

  I don’t know why. I’ve never felt this before.

  “Yes, fuck yes, come for me, Lexi. Show me how much you love my tongue.”

  The moment I hear yes, I explode.

  My clit thrums, sending shockwaves through my body. I quiver, holding my breath as my own orgasm is so huge I can’t even handle it. Only when the pressure has subsided do I gasp for air again, even as he keeps on licking me right until the very end.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers, pressing one final kiss on my pussy before coming up again.

  “What?” I say between breaths.

  He smiles. “You.”

  And just like that … he breaks me.

  Breaks through the stones of the wall I’d built around my heart.

  But I have no time to think about it either … because his cock is hovering near my pussy, and my mind has gone blank again.

  “You looked so sexy when you came …” he whispers, as I grab his face and kiss him on the lips. “It got me hard again.”

  “Then fuck me,” I whisper back.

  For a second, he just stares at me. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

  I smile and lean close to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Viktor.”

  Biting my lip, I lay back on the pillow, watching as lust engulfs his face.

  A devilish smile quirks upon his lips. “You only had to ask …”

  He leans up and reaches to the nightstand next to the bed, pulling a condom out of the drawer. I gawk at him as he rolls it over his length, my mouth watering at the sight of him. Then he pounces on top of me again, pressing his lips to mine.

  He plunges in without restraint.

  My lips part, a silent gasp stuck in my throat, as I feel his full length inside me.

  Veins pulsing, thickness swelling, hard steel against soft flesh.

  Fuck, it’s too much.

  I moan like an animal as he thrusts in and out of me at full force.

  My hands fall above my head, my tits shaking as he fucks me hard. His hands grip my wrists, holding me down, trapping me underneath him. Not that I’d ever run. Not that I even could.

  His eyes are intense, almost beast-like, as he pumps into me like there’s no tomorrow. We’re wasted on lust, on each other, not giving a fuck about who we should be or what we should be doing. And fuck it, it’s too good not to.

  He arches his back, entering me even farther. “Is this what you want, Lexi?” he growls, grabbing my legs.

  I nod quickly. “Fuck, yes.”

  He goes faster, making my pussy throb with pleasure.

  “You want me to fuck you like an animal?” he growls, sweat dripping down his forehead.

  “Yes! Harder, more,” I moan, completely delirious.

  “You’re out of your mind, but I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you my fucking cum because that’s what you want, right?” He forces his cock back in again, making me quiver underneath him.

  “Yes, please,” I whimper, licking my lips. “More.”

  “Tell me where,” he says, his fingers digging into my skin.

  “Everywhere. In my mouth. On my body. In my pussy. I don’t wanna choose.”

  He bites his lip. “Oh, it’ll all happen one way or another because this isn’t gonna be the last time we fuck.” My eyes widen for a second, and he catches a glimpse of my face. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you leave after this? Fuck, no. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more.” The last word sounds more like a growl as he plunges back into me.

  I can’t even say anything; that’s how fucked raw I am.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come in your pussy,” he moans.

  I’m too drunk on the sex, so I just nod, desperate for more.

  My body heats up with his as he ravages me, his grip on me strengthening as his climax approaches. Three deep thrusts and a loud roar slips from his mouth.

  Then I feel him come inside me, and Jesus Christ, it’s never felt this good.

  He thrusts a few more times, plunging every inch of himself into me before he collapses, only just catching himself before he falls on top of me. His body shakes, covered in sweat, while his cock slowly deflates, and I’m left with a buzzing sensation between my legs.

  I could go for another round … but he can’t. I’m sure of that.

  Our eyes meet, and for a second, an uncomfortable silence hangs between us.

  “Holy shit,” he murmurs, bursting out into a full-on smile.

  He rolls off me, takes off the condom and throws it in the trashcan. I lie back down and look around, taking in my surroundings a little better this time. Now that I’m not trying to sneak around and steal, it’s surprisingly comforting.

  Except for the shredded furniture, of course.

  “You did that?” I whisper, and when he looks at me, I point at the chair.

  He sighs. “Anger did that.”<
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  “Anger … I get that. I have a lot of anger too,” I say.

  “Who are you angry at?” he asks.

  “A lot of things.”

  “Your clients?”

  I laugh. “No. They just have simple needs I fulfill. I do it to earn money so my sister and I can live. It’s my own choice.”

  “Really? So you don’t want to have a normal job or anything?”

  “Hmm … maybe …” I look up at the ceiling. “But it wouldn’t suit me.”

  “Better for your sanity, though …” he muses.

  “You’re one to talk.” I lean up on my elbows and look at him. “You’re an animal.”

  “Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He shrugs and waggles his brow, making me roll my eyes.

  “I’m not talking about the sex.”

  “But you did like it.”

  “Yes …”

  “So you like insanity.”

  “What?”

  “I just had insanely good sex with you.”

  I shake my head and laugh. “Sometimes, you make no sense.”

  He puts his hand under his chin so he can look up at me. “Something we have in common.”

  I shrug.

  “So … you’re not angry at all, but you are angry,” he says after a while.

  “The only person I’m angry with is me,” I say. “And … the place where we were born.”

  His brows draw together. “The place where you were born. Go on.”

  “It’s where my mother is. Or was. I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck happened to them or her. All I know is that I grew up there together with Alisha. One moment, we’re there with my mom in a tiny room we called home … the next, we’re being taken outside. For the first time.”

  “For the first time? What? You mean like you’d never seen the outside before that?”

  I rub my lips together and nod.

  “Wow …”

  “Yeah … So I’ve told you my story. What’s yours?”

  He licks his lips and falls back down onto the bed again. “I did something. I’m not sure if it was right or not. All I know is that it made me look like this.” He points at his face.

  “Someone was very angry with you, I guess.”

  He nods. “I ruined him. Betrayed his trust. He said it was the ultimate payback, what he did to me. Revenge.” He looks me in the eye with the most sincere, painful look I’ve seen in a long while.

  “If I’d known this would happen … I’m not sure I would’ve done what I did.”

  “So you regret it?”

  “I don’t know.” He frowns and sighs. “Part of me does. Then another part doesn’t.”

  “What did you do then?”

  His face suddenly turns dark. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

  “Why not?”

  He sits up and slides his legs off the side of the bed. “Maybe another time.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair. I talked about my past too.”

  “I said I don’t want to talk about it.” His voice is suddenly so booming that it’s almost as if he wants me to shut up.

  “Fine.” I turn around and stare at the wall. Anything but him right now.

  He walks to his closet and grabs a few clothes, putting them on along the way. After a long silence, he sits back down on the edge of the bed, still not looking at me. “Believe me when I say you don’t wanna know.”

  “I do. Why else would I ask?” I snap.

  “You see the chair? That’s what I do when I get angry. And I get very, very angry when I’m reminded of that day, Lexi.”

  He stands up, his body suddenly much taller and muscular than I remember it being when he was still on top of me.

  “I get so fucking angry, I just lash out.”

  Out of nowhere, he grabs the lamp and throws it at the wall, breaking it.

  I swallow a shriek, my eyes widening at him as I freeze in place.

  His head hangs down, and as I look at his scars, I can’t help but think they control him. It’s sad. Not because he’s sad or pathetic. It’s sad because he shouldn’t feel that way; they don’t control him, despite him probably thinking they do.

  He marches toward the door, but before he can leave, I say, “For what it’s worth, I don’t see the scars. I see you.”

  He pauses.

  His head briefly turns, and he glances at me over his shoulder. “You can stay here … if you want.”

  And then he walks out and shuts the door, leaving a cold draft behind him.

  Chapter 13

  Viktor

  I’m obsessed with her to the point that it could mean my death.

  She’s beyond dangerous … She just doesn’t know it.

  She doesn’t know where she really came from. What it was like there. Her mind has twisted it into something she wants to miss, instead of something horrible and wrong with society.

  And shit, I don’t blame her because I lived the same goddamn lie for years.

  Always believing that what we did was okay as long as it benefitted someone. As long as we were satisfied, we didn’t care who we used. But living that life for so long does something to a person … it poisons them until they see the truth.

  Which is where I’m at right now.

  The horrifying truth of what I’ve done all those years.

  What still goes on until this very day.

  And she doesn’t know a thing about it.

  I smash the door shut behind me and sit down behind my workbench. I can’t be anywhere near her right now. I’d only hurt her, mentally … physically … and that’s the last thing I want.

  I don’t ever want to hurt her.

  So I lock myself away in my workshop, hoping I can find some peace here, even if I don’t deserve it.

  After popping a pill for the pain, I grab the ring I was working on and hover over the magnifying glass with my good eye. The crystal is looking good, but it needs a little more shaving off at the edges, so I flip it out of the ring and start sanding it down.

  As I rub the small crystal vigorously, my mind can’t help but wander off.

  It’s still stuck in that room with her, admiring her naked body, wanting more of it now that I’ve finally had a taste. I lick my lips from the thought and then smile from her sassy reply to my stares. I think it’s cute, except the part where she scolds me.

  Specifically, when we talk about the past.

  Fuck. She had to bring it up again … her history … mine.

  If only she knew who I really was and what I’d done.

  She’d hate me.

  Which is why I can’t tell her.

  As much as I want to tell her to stop believing her own lies, it would kill her to know the truth, so she’s much better off living in ignorance. I just don’t think she’ll let me keep her there. She keeps hammering on it, and I worry that it might spill out of me one day.

  And when that day comes … she’ll run away from me.

  I can’t let that happen.

  Not now … now that she’s kissed me.

  I admit, I thought the fucking part was what made me most excited, but it’s not.

  I could put my dick in any chick if I put a bag over her head, and she’d enjoy it, as long as she didn’t look at me. But not Alexis … she actually wants to look at me. Straight at my fucking face while she sucks me off. She intentionally kissed me, of her own free will.

  It means I don’t scare her.

  And that both excites and wrecks me at the same time.

  No one has ever looked at me like that, not since … since …

  In the crystal, I see my own reflection; only a tiny bit is visible, but it’s enough to remind me of who I am now. Who I’ve become since.

  A monster.

  A lonely bastard who will do anything to be left alone in peace.

  But I’m no longer alone with Winston in this house, and no longer in peace.

  I’m pissed off because I made the decision to keep her, but
at the same time, it’s what I wanted the most. Someone other than Winston to talk to. Someone who could understand me. Someone who would be able to look at me without disgust.

  Alexis.

  She hits all the marks.

  And it scares the living shit out of me.

  I sigh and continue cutting away at the crystal, hoping that I haven’t scared her. After my outburst, I don’t expect her to like me anymore, but I had to do something with that pent-up rage. I never thought I could still be so angry after finally having fucked. Guess I was wrong.

  Fucking isn’t the answer to my problems, even though it provided a good distraction.

  Besides, I want more than just fucking … but I can’t ask that of her.

  Can’t expect her ever to want more than my fucking cock.

  Can I live with that? Probably. I’ll take whatever I can get.

  Still, with her in my home, my problems will only get worse.

  Someone knocks on my door, and I’m ripped from my thoughts.

  “What do you want?”

  “It’s Winston. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

  “Leave me alone,” I growl.

  “Sorry, can’t do that.” He opens the door, ignoring my request. “You have a history of … breaking things when you’re angry.”

  “Your point?” I turn around, annoyed.

  “I’m the one cleaning up after you,” he says, cocking his head.

  I make a face at him. “Fine.”

  He’s holding a cup in his hand, which he places on my desk. “Drink this. It’ll make your wounds heal faster.”

  “Pft. Don’t need that.” I shove it away.

  He shoves it back closer. “Drink.”

  I raise a brow at him, but then I grab the cup and sip it. It’s actually pretty good, but telling him now would only mean admitting defeat, and that’s not my style. But I’m grateful Winston’s here to force me to take care of myself. Someone has to do it.

  “Thanks,” I say without looking at him.

  “You’re welcome.” From the corner of my eye, I can see him smile.

  There’s something about his smile, or maybe this drink, that spurs me to open my mouth.

  “Winston. I want you to do something for me.”

  It’s out.

  I’ve thrown the dice.