by T. L Smith
“Ouch,” I say straightening up rubbing my head. I feel Elina’s head move straight into my ass and when I turn she falls over laughing. Viktor stands in front of me as I swing back to look at who I hit.
“Oh, it’s you! Why must you be so pretty?” I slur reaching out to touch his chest, it’s so big and sexy. He gives me a weird look which I don’t like so I step close to him, so close our bodies are touching. I instantly love it, the heat radiating from his touch, and I start grinding up on him in public, my hands running up and down his chest.
“Fuck!” he swears in my ear wrapping his hands around my waist. “How much have you had to drink?” he asks me.
“Four,” I say keeping it up. I stand on my tippy toes and start kissing his neck, he smells so deliciously good I don’t want to stop. He pulls me back breaking contact and looks at my eyes, I smirk at him and try coming back to him again.
“They’re fucking high,” I hear a voice.
I turn to see Elina almost fucking Kazier in the club. He doesn’t push her away, though, he kisses her back and picks her up walking away with her, but not to the front he steps off toward the back.
“What did you take?” Viktor asks pulling my chin around to face him.
I shrug my shoulders. “I like it. It makes me like you so much more. Let’s have babies, now,” I say grabbing his ass and pulling him to me.
Chapter 19
Viktor
She’s high as a fucking kite. Anton won’t stop laughing next to me, and she won’t stop grinding up on my cock. It makes it even harder to tell her no when I never want to, because I could fuck her into next Sunday and never get tired of her ass.
“I like her more. How is that possible?”
He laughs next to me. Anton likes Freya, which has surprised everyone, even Death likes Freya, which is very fucking weird. They don’t care who her father or brother is. They like her because she’s different, small and timid, then a little devil when pissed off with a mouth on her that most mothers try to cleanse with soap and water.
“You love me. I want you to fuck me. Kiss me. Whisper in my ear how much you love me, while you take my last breath with your hands.”
“Oh God. Oh God… this is classic,” Anton says grabbing for his phone.
I watch on as he tries to record her.
“Blackmail time, bitches.”
I knock the phone from his hand.
“I’m sorry I shot you, Anton. I love you, too,” Freya says to a laughing Anton as he picks up his phone. “Let’s dance,” she says to me walking away, skipping into the bodies of multiple people.
“I wouldn’t just stand there, you better go after her,” Anton says.
She’s trying to climb up onto the stage, her hands keep on touching everyone she passes. I barge through everyone until I reach her, and wrap my arms around her waist picking her up and turning her. I walk back over to Anton with her stroking my arm.
“What the fuck do I do?” I ask looking down at her as I place her on her feet.
“You have to wait for it to leave her system. Let her go and burn some of it off. It’s fun.”
She starts dancing in my arms again, rubbing herself all over me.
“No way! I’m taking her fucking home.”
“How much restraint you got? Because if she doesn’t have much to do, she will be trying to do you.” He laughs loudly.
I grab her hand and pull her with me off the dance floor and out of the club. My car is brought up by the valet, and he looks at Freya with worried eyes as she clings to me still rubbing up against me. I ignore him and try to put her in the car, she pushes on me and refuses to get in.
“I don’t want to go, I want to stay with you and do bad things,” she says with her hand running down my shirt and cupping me. It’s hard to say no, to tell her to stop. Because I’ve never seen this side of her, but she’s angry at me and angry at the world right now. So I lie to her to get her in the car. She smiles and gets in without a fight. As soon as I get in, her hand comes back to me, she tries to undo my pants but I keep removing her hand and placing it on her lap.
“Don’t you love me, Viktor? I know you do. Please tell me you do.” She leans over the seat belt pulling it over her body, then she reaches up and bites my ear.
“You want to hear how I feel when you’re high? Or should we wait till you’re sober?” I ask her.
She continues to bite my ear and nip at it, with her hands coming back down between my legs cupping my cock.
“I want to hear it now. Tell me now, and I’ll let you choke me while you fuck me,” she says into my ear.
I pull up to my house and quickly get out of the car. Standing there, I take a few deep breaths trying to restrain myself before I walk to her door and open it. She practically pounces on me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her inside with her kisses scorching my neck while she whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
“Fuck me, Viktor,” she whines.
I slam her against the door when I close it and kiss her. She kisses me back and grinds up against me. It takes everything in me to pull away from her and she cries when I do.
“I lied. Go to bed,” I say as I walk further into the house.
She screams my name, then her footsteps come up, following me. “You fucked me over… majorly. Made me fall for you and now you won’t fuck me?” Her fists bang on my back.
I spin around and grab her shoulders. “We’re even now. You smashed a TV over my head, remember?”
She lets me go and takes a step back. “That man was going to do bad things to me, Viktor. Bad things. And you would’ve let him. He hurt me.” She starts crying, I’ve never seen her cry, her big eyes swell with tears as they stare at me.
I cup her face. “I’m sorry.”
She nods her head and walks away leaving me standing there. When I finally walk to where she went, I notice she’s passed out on our bed, fully clothed with her feet hanging off.
I wonder how much she will hate me in the morning.
***
“Oh God.” Her voice comes through to my ears. She’s been sleeping all day, and now it’s night time. I’ve had to check to make sure she was breathing several times. I walk back into the room when I hear her, she looks up at me with dark shadows under her eyes and her hair looks like Medusa.
“My head hurts so much,” she complains cupping her forehead with her hand. I bring her painkillers and she lifts the water washing it down then lays back down. “I meant none of it, Viktor,” she says as she turns on her side and goes back to sleep.
***
She was asleep when I went to bed, I had her wrapped in my arms, but now she’s gone with no sign of her at all. The water I left next to her bed is also gone. I stand and check around the house for signs of her, but she isn’t anywhere.
Eventually, I find a note that’s plastered to the fridge. ‘Cocksucker’ is all it says.
I shake my head and get dressed, planning to find her and bring her back where she belongs—our house. I grab my keys and phone. When I check the screen I notice a text from Kazier which states that Freya is at his house.
Wasting no time in getting there. After I pull up I quickly get out, walk up the stairs and through the house. She’s out the back on the patio with Elina laughing. Kazier looks to them then to me.
“Highly unlikely friendship there. Should we be worried?” he asks sipping his bourbon.
“Who the fuck knows anymore,” I say looking at her. She’s changed clothes and doesn’t look as bad as she was. “How long has she been here?” I ask him.
“Elina picked her up a few hours ago. They’ve been out there ever since gossiping. I’m not allowed to enter.” He snags his lip up in disgust. “We have a job to do. Still, have to find that man for Patrick. He leaves in two days and wants him by then. We’ve already lost a day thanks to them,” he says nodding his head toward the girls.
“Do you know where?”
He nods his head again. “I put
out feelers yesterday. He’s been spending up big and leaving a lovely trace for us.” He places his gun on his waist and walks to the door.
“I wouldn’t interrupt them if I was you, unless you want to be yelled at.”
He laughs as he walks to the door to exit.
***
We arrive at a restaurant that’s closed, but people are walking around inside. On closer inspection it’s staff and they’re all serving the one table with two men at it. They’re grabbing and pulling waiters to their table one at a time, making them sit on their laps.
We knock on the door as one lady walks past it, she stops and pulls the door open slightly. “Sorry, we’re closed,” she says and she tries to shut it again.
I place my foot in the door effectively stopping her from closing it on us. She looks scared and backs up away from the door.
“It’s probably best to run now,” I tell her.
She does without a second thought and takes off out the front door not looking back. Kazier locks the door and pulls the blind down. We hear their voices when we walk in closer to them, but they don’t notice us, though. The girls who are on their laps do and they try to pull away, but the two men won’t allow them to escape. Kazier taps his gun on the tables as we walk closer, making both men turn and stare. They immediately grab for their weapons letting the girls go, and they run away as well leaving just us four standing men facing each other.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Kazier continues to tap his gun unfazed by them. “Patrick sent us.”
They turn to look at each other. “I don’t care, I want nothing to do with that man.”
“Why did he send us to kill you?” Kazier asks him.
He turns to look to his friend who nods. “He knew that we knew of his plan.”
“What plan?” Kazier asks pulling out a seat and sitting down.
“You’re Kazier, aren’t you?” the quieter one asks him.
Kazier looks to him and smirks nodding his head. They lower their weapons knowing that they won’t make it out with their life if they fire on him. They may be stupid but they know who he is.
“His plan to kill his father by having Freya rebel. He needed her permission after all. He wouldn’t have done it by himself, so he had planned to lie and say she could marry one of his commanders, which would make her angry because she was already married and he knew she would hate him for trying to do it a third time,” he explains.
“What has this got to do with wanting you dead?” Kazier asks them.
They look to each other.
“We plan to tell her everything.”
“It’s too late for that.”
Their eyes go wide. “He did it?”
I nod my head in confirmation. So, Patrick isn’t the doting brother he makes out to be. I pull my gun up and shoot both of them, one bullet in each of their heads.
Kazier stands tapping his gun on the table. “That was interesting news,” he says, turns and walks out.
Indeed it was.
Chapter 20
Freya
As I walk out of Elina’s door Viktor stands outside leaning against the railing, he straightens up when he sees me. I choose to ignore him and walk straight past him down the stairs. Pulling open my car door, I slide in and start the car. When I turn to look at him he’s still in the same spot watching me. I drive off and head to our house because now I have to stay married to him. I’m only just feeling better today, after the other night.
After I woke and went to Elina, when I saw her she looked just as bad as I did. And frankly, I didn’t really want to face Viktor after all those words had left my mouth on that night. She laughed when I told her, and said she had sex all night at the fucking club of all places until she almost passed out and Kazier took her home. I knew he came to Elina’s earlier when I was there, she told me he was in the house. I refused to turn to look, too embarrassed and didn’t want to deal with it.
Now, though, I’m going home, hoping to fall asleep and not deal with it again. Driving up and pulling to a stop, I slide out of the car and walk into our house. Everything is off, everything feels off. So I go for a shower to hopefully help me feel better than the way I’m feeling right now. It feels like a hangover that wants to hover and cling to me.
When I step out of the shower the smell of food pulls me straight into the living area. Viktor is sitting down with a bag of take-out, burgers and fries is all I can smell. It makes my mouth water. He turns to see me standing there, in just my towel and holds up a bag. Taking two slow steps I reach out for it, just as my hand closes around the bag he grabs me and pulls me down over the couch and onto his lap.
“Thought you’d be hungry,” he whispers into my ear. Sitting on his lap in just a towel, I remember trying to seduce him and how bad I was at it. I cringe at the thought and try to move away from him. He won’t let me go and pushes me down so I’m lying on him as he turns and puts his feet up with his back against the side of the couch. He flicks the television channels until he finds a movie—The Fast and the Furious—and holds me in place. I start eating feeling more relaxed until I finish my food and he opens his mouth that is.
“Should we talk now about your attempt at seducing me?” he asks.
I cringe and stay still. Hopefully, if I don’t move or breathe he will let it be.
“You’re picking at your nails, little bird. Which is it? Nervous or horny? Because I prefer to help with the last.”
Crap! I tried to stay still and I thought I was doing exactly that.
He kisses the top of my head and I want to tell him no. I always seem to want to say no. Well, I think I do, I just never seem to be able to carry through with it.
“I didn’t mean anything I said… I was on drugs,” I tell him ignoring his earlier comment.
“Yes, about that! No more for you, ever.”
I roll my eyes when I answer him. “Yes, father.”
“You want me to spank you, is that it?”
I ignore him and go back to watching the television. We stay in the same spot not speaking until the movie is finished and by that point I’m tired again and just want to sleep. I’m practically asleep on him when I feel him move and pick me up, he carries me to our room and places me on the bed.
“I’m still angry at you,” I inform him, he laughs into my back when he climbs in.
“Maybe I can make it up to you?” he asks with a kiss to the neck.
“It’s a start, but it won’t make me trust you again,” I tell him honestly, because it won’t. I’m sure I won’t be able to trust him for a very long time, if ever. Some things once they’re broken can’t be repaired. This may very well be one of them. I’m not entirely sure how to forgive and forget something like what happened and then feel okay about it.
His hand starts running up and down my back, slowly going further down with each stroke. He’s loosened the towel so only my front is covered and my back is bare. I close my eyes as he does then I feel his lips on me, kissing his way down my back, devouring me with his mouth in such a simple action. Is it weird I can feel his pain through it? That I can feel he’s trying to make up for what he’s done? Because he is, I just don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.
Viktor’s hand comes around and pulls me so I’m lying on my back, his kisses don’t stop as he continues to my belly. I watch as his lips drag down and his eyes are hooded. My legs automatically spread, and I wonder will I ever get sick of this? Of him? Is all sex like this? Or is it just him? I don’t know the answer to my questions, and I’m very unlikely to find out because the only way we’re getting a divorce is if either one of us die.
I’ve decided not to kill him, his mouth is too good.
His hands grab my hips hard, his mouth and that miracle of a tongue works me over until my knees are weak and shaky. He pulls away just as I’m about to lose control. He sits up on his knees towering over me.
“Sit up,” he says. He offers me a hand, possibly the one that was
just inside of me and pulls me up. When I’m on my knees he looks me dead in the eyes and I see strength, deceit, hate, love, destruction, it all shows in his green eyes as he looks back at me. You see glimpses of it most of the time. But the thing is trying to work out which one he shows more for me.
His hand runs down my face, stopping at my neck. “I won’t let you leave.”
I want to scoff at him, he sees my face and knows I want to.
“I won’t. I will never do anything to hurt you again.” He pulls me down as he lays back so my body is covering his and I can feel his erection poking into me.
“Ride me, you take control.”
I push back until his cock is between my legs. It stands up on his belly and I wonder if this way will hurt. He grabs my ass as I move forward and he reaches between us, inserting himself inside me. I’m afraid to move at first as I feel so full until he bucks his hips.
His hands dig into my hips as he starts pulling me forward and backward. After a while I take over the motion and I like it—I like it a lot. His hands drop when he realizes I’ve taken over. I lean forward trying to get more, I feel like I need more, harder and faster. He’s watching me, I can feel his eyes on me as I close mine. I’m so close again, the pleasure is building up, my body feels light, but I’m heavy and full of mixed emotions.
Every back and forth my clit is being stimulated, his cock hitting the right spot and soon I’m collapsing on him. But he isn’t finished because he starts bucking me up and down on him with his hands back again on my hips. I lay on his chest feeling pleasured and ready for more. He takes control and turns me, lifting my legs up over his shoulders and begins fucking me harder. I arch my back up, his hands run down between my breasts and to my sore clit. He flicks it and just like that I’m undone again.
I can no longer move, my body exhausted. He pulls out, walks away leaving me lying there with my legs spread taking up the whole of the bed. I don’t hear him come back, but I feel him as he wipes between my legs and then discards the towel and lays back down next to me. He pulls me in so my face is on his chest, and for a moment, I feel safe. But now I know when I wake up that could all change, just as it has before.