Viktor

by Clarissa Wild

  “Clean?” I frown.

  “Yes. Your line of work comes with risks.”

  “Oh, that.” I snort, thinking he meant drugs. “I always take good care of myself. Never got anything. Always used condoms.”

  “Hmm … Good.” He muffles a short laugh. “Because I’m not going to use one.”

  “What?” I look back over my shoulder, but his sharp look immediately makes me look away again.

  “Don’t worry, Lexi. I’m safe. I’m clean. You can trust me. Besides … you’re pretty much the only girl I’ve fucked in a long time. And now, I want to enjoy it to the fullest.”

  One finger slips up between my slit, gliding along the wetness, and then disappears. I wonder if he’s taking a whiff of my scent or if he’s tasting me. But before I can ask, he’s already on his knees behind me, and his cock is poking at my entrance.

  “Hold still,” he says.

  And then he pushes in, all in one go.

  I gasp out loud as I feel him pulse inside me.

  Naked skin on flesh—God, it feels so fucking good. How long has it been since I was fucked like this—with passion and need? Not just temporary lust, but actually wanting another person and only them?

  His thrusts take over my mind and a need I didn’t know I had engulfs me. I want him to grab me, to hold me, to keep me, to cherish me like a fucking treasure. I want him to claim me and fuck me into tomorrow, and he does.

  He shoves his cock into me with just as much rage as when he yells at me, passion spilling out from him. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer with each thrust, amplifying the pressure, making me mewl.

  “Just like that, Lexi. Moan like a fucking kitty in heat.”

  “Fuck … you …” I say between gasps and thrusts.

  “Yeah? Fuck you too,” he growls, ramming his cock back in again.

  “Fuck, I hate you …” I add, my cheeks pushed against the cold floor as he forces himself inside me.

  “Good. Hate me. Because I fucking deserve it. And when you’re done hating me, we can go back to fucking like animals,” he growls.

  “Animals … I like that,” I murmur, moaning afterward from the sheer force of his thrusts.

  “I didn’t wanna do this, but you left me no choice, Lexi. You tease me? This is what you get.”

  “Oh yes, I know. I’ve been a bad girl,” I say, cheekily laughing.

  But he grabs my arms and puts them behind my back, holding my wrists in place. “Bad girls get fucked, Lexi. You of all people should know that.”

  “But this time, I actually want to be fucked,” I say.

  “Yeah?” He thrusts in and grunts. “Am I not like all those other guys you fucked? Just for the money? Just for the freedom? Just for the fun of it?”

  “No,” I say. “This is different.”

  “Yes. Let’s do something different,” he groans.

  In one go, he takes out his cock again, leaving me out of air and unfulfilled.

  “Damn you, that was too fucking good to end so quickly,” I groan.

  “Oh, I’m not finished with you yet.” He spits on his hand and wipes it on my ass.

  My eyes widen when I feel him there … first, his fingers … then, the tip of his cock pushing.

  It’s not my first time, but damn, I’ve never done this without regrets.

  “This might hurt a little … but you’re a sucker for pain, aren’t you?” he muses.

  And then he pushes farther into my puckered hole.

  I bite my lip and moan when he’s in, feeling the fullness of his length in my ass. It’s fucking huge and thick where it is, but God, when he starts moving, I almost lose it.

  “Oh God …”

  “Feel that? That’s your fucking wetness in your ass, Lexi. Your fucking wetness and my hard cock grinding into you,” he growls, and he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls back. “And you’d better like it.”

  “Oh, fuck me, it’s so tight.”

  He slaps my ass again, making me moan out loud. “And?”

  “Good! Yes, it’s fucking good.”

  “See? It’s not that hard.”

  “But you are!” My body tenses each time he pumps, but my pussy thumps all the same.

  “Fuck yes, I am hard for you because you know what? This was the only piece of you I hadn’t fucked yet … and now, it’s mine.” He pulls my hair until my head tilts back, and then he wraps one hand around my neck. “You’re mine, Lexi. Don’t think you can ever escape me. Not even when you’re out there and I’m still here. You can’t wash my fucking mark off. It doesn’t fade. You belong to me, whether you like it or not.”

  Am I insane for wanting everything he says? Or am I just drunk on sex? Or is that just an excuse so I can continue believing the lie I told myself when I said I wouldn’t fall for him?

  He’s a fucking animal, a beast … but it just so happens that I like my men animalistic. And I’m a sucker for true roughness, none of that fake shit. He has something none of those other men have… the ability to make me want without demanding it.

  I’m giving my body to him freely, letting him fuck me raw, and I’m fucking loving it.

  “Fuck, your ass feels so good,” he groans. “So good … I might just come inside.”

  “Oh, fuck me,” I moan, delirious on his thrusts, his words, his grip on my neck.

  “Want me to shove my cock up your ass? You like it hard, don’t you?” he growls.

  “Yes!” I gasp, struggling to breathe.

  “We’re a match made in heaven,” he muses, slapping my ass again. “Toy with yourself. Make yourself come again.”

  I don’t think twice before I bring my fingers between my legs and start flicking my clit. Fuck, I’m already close to coming, even without him touching me. I could just come from him fucking my ass alone.

  “You ready, Lexi? I’m gonna fill up your ass to the brim. You’d better come too.”

  “Yes, come in my ass,” I groan, completely losing it.

  I rub myself until I feel my muscles tense and my pussy clench. His thrusts become more violent as his grip on my throat tightens, but it only adds to my pleasure. I bring myself to the edge just by feeling his touch, and then fall over from his last thrust.

  A loud howl escapes his mouth, his cock stiffening, and then exploding inside me. I can feel his cum jet into me like a spurt, again and again, moan after moan, filling me completely, and I come harder than ever before.

  When we’re sated, his cock slips out of me and he grabs a few tissues from my nightstand, handing a few to me. After we’ve cleaned up, we crawl onto the bed. I roll over, and he drops down beside me. I gaze at the window and then back at the ceiling. It’s no use. Not even if I stared at freedom would I grasp it.

  I can’t go. Not yet. Not when I don’t know everything there is to know about my past … about him. It’s too much to let go.

  “Do you still wanna leave?” he asks after a while.

  “I … can’t answer that,” I say.

  “So that’s a yes and a no,” he says. “Well, at least I’ve made progress.”

  I smile. “You confuse me, Viktor.”

  He leans up on his elbow and frowns at me. “How?”

  I place my hand on his chest so I can feel his heart. “Because you want me … and you scare me away at the same time.”

  He laughs. “That’s what I do. What always happens when girls get close to me.”

  “I’m not afraid of you,” I reiterate, looking up into his eyes. “I’m afraid of what you do to me. Afraid of the consequences …”

  He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not gonna hurt you. Ever.”

  “But that’s just the thing,” I murmur, taking in his smell. “You already have.”

  His body tenses up immediately, his muscles unyielding against my soft skin. “Tell me why.”

  “Because I can’t choose anymore. You took that away from me.”

  “If you wanna leave, leave.”

>   “I don’t wanna leave … which is exactly the problem.”

  He tilts my chin up. “Look at me. It’s not wrong to be here. Your sister will be okay. She’s more worried about you.”

  I sigh. “I don’t know …”

  “What can I do to make you feel better?” he asks.

  “Hmm …” That’s a tough question. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I’m still trying to deny the truth. “That thing you told me about the company and that Vladim … and me, my sister, and my mom being servants … is it true?”

  He nods.

  “I thought so. I just didn’t wanna believe it.”

  “I’ve lied about a lot of things, but that isn’t one of them. I wish it were, but it’s not.”

  “I guess it’s just kind of hard for me to come to terms with it. I mean, who wants to hear that they were born in some kind of fucked-up institution built on lies? Besides, it’s not like I remember a lot of it.”

  “What do you remember?”

  I frown, trying to pull back some of the memories. “Little bits and pieces. Mostly my mom and my sister. And the room we were in. I thought it was our home. Can you imagine?” I muffle a laugh, realizing how stupid it all sounds.

  “I can, actually,” he says.

  “Yeah, because you worked with them.”

  His eyes turn stone cold. “I hate that part of myself and my life. I wish I could erase it from my memory … and all the memories of the girls and boys who went through it.”

  My brows draw together. “Why did you do it then?”

  “Because I was like you, a scared kid just looking for someone to watch over him. I had no one. Then Vladim took me in. He made me feel at home. Finally, I had a purpose. I was gonna be like him. Strong. Powerful. I grew up in that environment, so it’s all I knew.” He shrugs. “I just didn’t realize what it would cost me.”

  “Your humanity,” I say.

  “All of it. Even this.” He points at his face. “It’s the only proof I have of knowing what happened in the company.”

  I look at him and realize his scars might have been the product of him finally growing a conscience. The price he paid for fixing his moral compass.

  “So do you believe me now?” he asks.

  I nod. “I don’t think you’d lie about this. You want to keep me at all costs and lying wouldn’t help with that, so I believe you.”

  “That sounds twisted but in a good way.” He smiles. “Thank you for believing me.”

  “Yeah … well, it still doesn’t mean I forgive you. And you’ve got to tell me everything about them.”

  “Someday,” he says, sighing. “Better take it slow. I don’t want you to pass out.”

  “Me? Pass out?” I raise a brow.

  “You don’t know all the shit we’ve done,” he says.

  “All the shit you did …” I add.

  He slams his lips together and nods. Things grow quiet between us.

  He glowers and sighs too. “Tell me about your past.”

  “Why?” I ask.

  He kisses my forehead. “Because I want to know what you’ve been through, so I can understand you better. So I can make myself work harder for you because of all the shit you’ve already been through. I don’t want to add onto that.”

  It’s sweet, really, even though it’s fucked up too.

  But maybe telling him what I’ve been through will help him understand why I do what I do. Why I am who I am. Why I can never give up the fight to be free.

  Chapter 19

  Alexis

  Years ago

  The first months after losing our mom were the hardest.

  When we ran … we had nothing.

  I don’t remember much of my past, but this I do remember.

  The hunger. The pain.

  There were weeks on end when we lived on scraps from the dumpsters. Those were the hard days, but it didn’t take us long to learn. We discovered quickly that we couldn’t wait for help … we needed to create our own. So we started stealing. We learned how to survive.

  At the time, we were still young, but we know how to play it now. Sometimes, we’re able to steal something from the local grocery store. Alisha’s always the best at it. Once, I almost got caught, so I never tried again, but no one pays attention to Alisha. She’s small and thin, like a stick, and everyone is so oblivious of her. Not of me, though. It seems like everyone always notices me.

  Like now, when we’re being watched by a man sitting across from us on a bench at the park. We’re eating leftovers from the local diner a few blocks away, and he keeps eyeing me from afar. I keep getting stares from creeps like him, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because my tits are growing. Or maybe it’s because I always stare back.

  I’m not afraid of them.

  I’m not afraid of anything.

  There’s nothing to be afraid when you’ve already hit rock bottom because you have nothing to lose. We are the bottom.

  When we were taken away from our home and lost everything we knew, we had to learn how to live again. Nothing makes you feel more powerful than to be responsible for your own life. Even as a kid, I knew that much.

  So when the man gets up and walks toward us, I nudge my sister and cock my head, signaling her to pay attention. He stands in front of us with a strange smile on his face.

  “Hey, kids … Shouldn’t you two be at school?” he asks.

  “We’re not kids,” I say, and I grab all our stuff. “Let’s go, Alisha.”

  He glowers. “Not kids, huh … Where’s your mom?”

  “Not your business.” We turn around and start walking through an alley, but the creep follows us around.

  “Two girls on the street without any parents … should I call the police?” he muses.

  Police. That word … Normal people use it to solve their problems, but we aren’t normal. Police are the enemy of the people who live on the streets. They only make trouble for us … or catch us when we’re jumping straight into it.

  I glance over my shoulder. “Leave us alone.”

  “How old are you?” When we don’t answer, he says, “I think I should call the cops.”

  “No,” I bark. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

  “Yeah … I could go back to that grocery shop and tell the owner you stole from them.”

  My eyes widen. “You …”

  The wicked smile on his face makes me want to attack him. “What’s your name?”

  I narrow my eyes. “What’s it to you?”

  “I just wanna know,” he says shrugging.

  Like him, most people call me kid. I’ve heard it so many times that I just adopted it as my street name. Nobody knows my real name is Alexis. Neither do they care. They just want my attention.

  “None of your business.” I wave him off. “You have proof of what we did?”

  He holds up a Polaroid photo, flashing it between his index finger and thumb. “All right … here’s the deal, kids. Either I go to the grocery shop, show them this, and they’ll call the cops, or…”

  “Or what?”

  He cocks his head. Then he brings his hand down to his crotch and zips down his pants.

  My eyes widen, and I do the first thing that crosses my mind.

  I kick him straight in the balls.

  He cringes, drops to his knees, and releases the photo. Before it drops to the ground, I grab it and tuck it into my makeshift pocket that I ripped into a pair of secondhand jeans I found in the dumpster.

  “Motherfucker,” I say, spitting on his face. “Let’s go, Alisha.”

  She nods, but there’s a terrified look on her face, one she’s never wore before.

  And I know why it’s there. Not because it’s the first time someone’s almost caught us … but because of what he wanted us to do.

  It wouldn’t be the last either.

  A few days later, I first let a man touch me for money. It didn’t take long for that to turn into jerkoffs, blowjobs, a
nd sex.

  I don’t know how old I was. I didn’t keep track.

  It didn’t take long for the police to find out either.

  Months later, we were taken in by an orphanage. We were one of the oldest, and we never fit in. I couldn’t deal with all their rules. I craved the freedom that I’d experienced for so long, and I wanted it back. As strange as it sounded, I actually wanted to be a street rat.

  So when the time was right and we were old enough, we ran away.

  And we’ve been on the streets ever since.

  Me, selling my body to any man who wants me, and Alisha, stealing whatever she can get her hands on.

  But this time, we decided we’re not just doing it to survive. We’re gonna try and make a living off this. Our promise to each other: Get a home, a warm bed, and hot food on the table while being free as a bird.

  And if that means we’ll forever have to sell our bodies and steal, then so be it.

  ***

  Now

  “Sounds tough … what you’ve been through.” He lets out a long breath.

  “Yeah, but it’s all I’ve ever known. I don’t know much about what happened before that, so it’s okay.”

  “It’s not, but I get it. I was in the same spot. I did what I had to do.”

  “Exactly.”

  “So you’ve been letting other men have you for a night since … forever?”

  I shrug and then nod. “It is what it is.”

  “How did you not contract anything?” he asks. Subtlety obviously isn’t his best asset.

  “Condoms,” I say. “I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t use one … well, except now, of course.” I wink.

  “I feel honored,” he says, grinning.

  I shove him a bit. “It’s a fucking special thing, asshole.”

  “Oh, I know. I wasn’t joking. And you know what? It’s been a long time since I fucked like that too,” he muses, biting his lip. “I could get used to it.”

  “Could you now?” I raise a brow.

  “Yeah … and unless you’ve changed your mind about jumping out that window, we’re gonna do it a lot more.” The grin on his face only grows.