by Cole, Jagger
“You look beautiful,” he growls thickly.
I blush, smiling wryly as I look down. “Thank you.”
“Are you ready?”
“Where are we going?”
“Someplace special.” He smiles. “Someplace safe. Come.”
He offers his arm. I feel a flush tingle through my core as I take it. Viktor leads me through his huge home, down to the waiting car out front. In the backseat, his hand slides across the seat and takes mine without question or permission. But I feel a thrill when he does it.
We ride in silence into the city. But we’re not going uptown to any of the lavish, famous Michelin restaurants I would think a man of his means would eat at. Instead, we drive down through Wicker Park, into an area I recognize as Ukrainian Village. The car pulls down a small alley, until we stop in front of a tiny little place with just one candlelit window.
Viktor steps out of the car and walks around to my side. He reaches in to help me out, and I tremble again when our hands touch. At the door to the tiny little restaurant, an older man smiles warmly and ushers us in, speaking in Russian. Viktor chats back with him as the man leads us to one of the five tables in the place, where we sit. The man places down menus. But Viktor smiles and rattles off some more Russian. The older man grins widely, turning to me and winking before he disappears through a door into the kitchen.
“Karol is an old friend,” Viktor says with a nod towards where the man disappeared. “He helped me greatly when I first found myself in this city.”
“A fellow crime lord?” I say with a smirk.
Viktor looks at me with amusement. Then his gaze slides around the small room. “Criminally under-appreciated, maybe. He’s the best cook I’ve ever met. I’ve tried to give him the means to open a place wherever he wants—hire the best sous chefs in the city, make a real show of it. But…” Viktor shrugs. “He’s happy here with his five tables.”
As if on cue, Karol comes bustling back out of the kitchen holding a big glass bottle of water and two teeny glasses. He sets them down, pours, grins at me again, and head back through the doors.
“I hope you like vodka.”
I pause with the glass I thought was water halfway to my lips. “Uh…”
“Because it’s all he serves.”
I eye the glass in my hands. I’ve drank before, just not a lot, and mostly just a glass of champagne here and there. Maybe a glass of wine or two when Zoey’s come over.
Viktor smiles at me with amusement in his eyes. “You’ve had vodka before, haven’t you?”
“I…” I blush. “No, actually.”
He chuckles. “Well, then only small sips for you.”
“And for you?” I grin back. He holds my gaze firmly, smiling slightly as he lifts his own glass and knocks it back with one gulp.
“For me, this is water,” he grins. “But for you, baby sips, printsessa.”
I smile curiously. “Printsessa?”
“Princess.”
I blush and bring the glass to my lips.
“Just sip,” he says softly. I trickle some of the chilled alcohol into my mouth. I wince at the burn and swallow quickly. My eyes bug out a little at the unexpected heat it brings to my throat. But I don’t actually hate it, I realize.
“Well?”
“I think I like it?”
He grins. The kitchen door opens again, and Karol waltzes out with small plates of food I’ve never seen before. He sets them down with a flourish and then looks at the glass in my hand.
“Da?” smiles.
I smile and take another small sip as he beams at me. “Da.”
Karol chuckles deeply and pats Viktor heartily on the back. He laughs something in Russian, smiling at me before he disappears again.
“Was that about me?”
Viktor chuckles. “Yes.”
“Making fun of me?”
He smiles. “No, printsessa. He said I’d make a Russian out of you yet.”
I blush as I take another sip of my drink. Viktor cuts some of the food up and passes me a small plate of it. I have no idea what I’m eating, but it’s freaking delicious. And the vodka just gets better and better the more of the flavorful food I eat.
“Sips, Fiona,” Viktor chuckles as he knocks back another glassful. He’s had like four of them, and I’m still sipping my first one. He’s also twice my size, clearly a seasoned vodka drinker, and of course, Russian.
“See I thought a tough guy like you would want his dates getting drunk,” I tease. I’m feeling good. I’m feeling warm and flirty, and a little loose. Yikes, one glass of vodka, and I’m already feeling it.
Viktor slowly shakes his head. “No, printsessa. I don’t want you drunk.”
“Oh? Why not?”
He puts his fork down and steeples his hands. He smiles hungrily at me as he leans across the table, his eyes burning into mine.
“Because I want you to remember every single second of me taking you to bed later.”
My heart skips. I gasp as the heat flushes through my face. My core tightens, and a slickness pools between my thighs. Maybe his words make me a little nervous. But they also turn me on like a switch. I look up into the eyes of the mobster sitting across from me. I imagine the restaurant being a bedroom, with those eyes poised above me as he slips between my legs…
I blush deeply and quickly take much more than a sip from the glass.
“So,” I say quickly. “Is this where you take all of your dates?”
He frowns and shakes his head. “No.”
My mouth thins. That same jealousy of him with other girls simmers inside of me again. “Oh,” I say icily. “Then where do you take—”
“I mean no, I don’t have dates, Fiona.”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” I say sarcastically.
But Viktor just shrugs. He looks at me impassively. “Ask me whatever you like. I won’t lie to you.”
“And how do I know that isn’t a lie?”
He chuckles. “Perhaps you’ll just have to trust me.”
I run my tongue across my teeth. I eye him for a second before I shrug. “Okay, fine. How many women have you brought here?”
“On a date?”
“Yes.”
Viktor smiles as he sips his vodka. “None.”
“You said you’d tell the truth.”
“I am.”
I swallow, trembling slightly. The room feels even smaller, and a little warmer. Or maybe that’s just the vodka.
“Have you ever killed anyone?” I blurt it out before I can stop myself from saying it. “I mean… besides today, when…” I shiver.
“Yes.”
My eyes flit to his. “How many?” I whisper.
Viktor shakes his head. “That I can’t answer.”
“Because you think it’ll scare me?”
“Because I don’t know.”
I freeze and take a shaky breath.
“Does that frighten you, printsessa?”
“No,” I lie. I look down. “I mean, maybe a little. Were they all bad people?”
Viktor takes a measured breath. “I can’t answer that either.”
“Because you don’t know?”
He nods. He reaches across the table and takes my hand in his much bigger one. I flush at the feeling of the power and heat in his grip.
“You don’t need to be frightened of me, Fiona,” he growls. “I am…” he frowns. “Incapable of hurting you. Or lying to you.”
I wet my lips. “Why?”
“Because you do something to me,” he growls. “Something I’ve never felt before. And something no other woman has ever done to me.”
I blush. “Is that…” I quickly shake my head. “Never mind.”
“No, speak.”
“No, Viktor…”
“Please.”
I swallow. “Is that why you decided to take me, when you caught me eavesdropping at my father’s office?”
“Yes,” he says bluntly.
I frown. “
Why does my father owe you?”
Viktor’s face darkens. “Fiona…”
“Please, tell me,”
He sighs. “I did him a favor. A large one. I made sure a political rival wouldn’t hurt his chances of running for Governor.”
I stare at him. A chill teases through me. “How did you make sure?”
“Fiona,” he growls.
“Did you kill him? The rival, I mean?”
Viktor looks right at me, without blinking. “Yes.”
I shiver and take a small gasp. “Oh.”
He looks down. “I told you, I can’t lie to you. About anything.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it of the knowledge that my father had someone killed. A large part of me is horrified. But another part of me isn’t as surprised as I’d have thought I’d be. Deep down, I’ve always known how cutthroat my father is—how his career and his elections come first and foremost, beyond anything else. They came before my mom. They’ve always come before me.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I say quickly.
Viktor looks up, smirking at me. “Changing the subject?”
“Yes.”
He smiles. “No, I don’t.”
“First kiss?”
He laughs. “Really?”
I smile. “What? I’m curious. That is, if you can remember—”
“These hordes of mystery women you seem to think I’ve been entertaining,” he chuckles. “Exactly when do you think I’d have had time for them? My work is constant, Fiona. I have no time for or interest in dalliances or flings.”
I blush.
“And her name was Ekatarina,” he says with a chuckle. “I was thirteen.”
“True love?” I tease.
“She was a prostitute.”
My smile fades into a scowl. But Viktor chuckles and reaches for my hand again. “It was a kiss and nothing more, Fiona. She worked the corner by the group home I was living in. A man came to her and tried to beat her, but I stepped out and beat him instead. She thanked me with a kiss.”
The jealousy is still there, but it’s turning to something much more heated. It’s like the idea of him with someone else—anyone else—makes me jealous but also possessive of him. It makes me want to take him all for myself. It’s an insane thought, especially with who he is. But I can’t deny the fire inside of me. I can’t pretend I don’t feel the tingle in his touch with him holding my hand like this.
“Did you want me?” I whisper, looking up into his eyes. “When you saw me in the office?”
His gaze turns hungry. His jaw clenches tight. “Yes,” he growls thickly.
I tremble and swallow thickly. “Is that why you took me?”
“Yes.”
The heat rises inside of me, simmering in my core and pooling between my thighs.
“Have you ever slept with Nina?”
He shakes his head. “Not at all.”
I swallow again and drag my teeth over my bottom lip. I’m about to jump off the deep end into him. But there’s no turning back now.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?” I whisper.
Viktor leans forward, his eyes burning into mine. “Specifically?”
“When you said you wanted me to remember every single second of you taking me to bed later.”
He growls thickly, his eyes burning into mine. “Yes,” he growls.
I gasp quietly. “Then we’d better leave before I have any more of this vodka.”
Viktor goes still. My heart skips. But then suddenly, his grip on my hand tightens. I gasp as he stands, pulling me from my seat as he drops cash onto the table. Before I know it, my heart is racing as he pulls me from the tiny restaurant and into the waiting car out front.
The door has barely shut when he pushes a button and yanks me into his lap. I whimper as I fall into him. Behind me, I hear a sound, and turn to see a partition going up between us and his driver. Viktor growls, pulling me down on his lap. I turn back and barely have time to breath before his lips crush to mine. My legs spread to either side of his. I can feel his hardness throbbing against me as my dress hikes up around my waist.
He pulls away from my lips, leaving them bruised and aching for more. His gaze drops, and I blush when I see them drop down to where my dress is bunched up. Viktor’s hands slide over my ass. He grips me possessively, like I’m his property. I gasp when I feel the bulge in his pants throb and pulse against me through my thin panties.
The car drives through the city as his hands slide over my ass. He pulls my dress up even higher, exposing my panties to his gaze. I whimper, but then he’s silencing me with his lips again. His tongue demands entrance, and I give it. He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away. And when one of his hands begins to slide over my hip towards the front, I moan.
His hand slips under my dress. His fingers tease against the skin of my stomach, which hollows under his touch. He pushes them lower, until they slip under the edge of my panties. He twists his hand, palm towards me as he slides it deeper between my legs. I feel his thick fingers slip down. When one rubs across my clit, I gasp sharply into his mouth.
“Now it’s your turn to be truthful,” he growls. His hand pushes deeper between my thighs, sliding easily over my slickness as I moan. “Have you been this wet for me since we sat down to dinner?”
I moan wantonly.
“Answer me, printsessa,” he growls.
“Yes,” I gasp.
His fingers drag up through my lips, making me moan again. But then suddenly, he’s flipping us over. I gasp as I find myself on my back across the backseat. Viktor slides to the floor of the limo. His big hands grip my legs and spread them wide as he moves between them. His hand skims up my thigh until his fingers slip under my panties. He tugs them down, and I let him. I’m shaking as he slips them down my legs. He pushes my thighs apart again, and I moan when I feel his gaze center between them.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans. He moves closer. His breath teases on my inner thighs, and I whimper. He moves even closer. I gasp as his tongue drags across my pussy, tasting my wetness. I moan loudly, panting at the pure pleasure his mouth brings.
He slides it up to my clit. When he circles around the aching little button, I cry out in pleasure. His lips fasten around my clit as he starts to suck. His tongue is relentless on it, wringing the pleasure from my body. His hands tease all over me—up and down my thighs, over my ass. One finger even traces over my most private place, but all I feel is heat and pleasure when he teases my asshole.
His mouth devours my pussy. The pleasure grows and swells as I writhe under him. My hips rise, shamelessly wanting more and more as his tongue dances over my clit. He sucks harder, growling into me. And suddenly, it’s too much. I cry out as my body stiffens. My hips press against his mouth like I’ve been electrified. I fling an arm across my mouth as I start to scream. The orgasm crushes me under like a wave. It feels endless, like I just keep coming for his tongue. Until slowly, Viktor pulls away.
He moves over me. Eagerly, I reach for him, needing him close to me. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel how hard he is throbbing against my pussy. I tremble. I can feel how big he is, too. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me. I know it’s my own arousal I can taste on his lips. But it just makes me hotter. It makes me want it all as I kiss him deeply.
The car comes to a stop, and I realize we’re back at his house. Viktor grinds against me, making me gasp as his erection rubs over my pussy.
“I’m going to ask you another question,” he growls.
I nod, moaning as my legs wrap tighter around him.
“This is your first time, isn’t it?”
I stiffen. My answer worries me. Okay, maybe Viktor isn’t out there sleeping with women left and right. But he’s older. He’s clearly had a history before I fell into his life. What if this desire for me evaporates when he finds out how clueless I am? Would a man like him even want a girl who he has to teach—
“Answer
me, printsessa,” he groans quietly against my lips.
I close my eyes. My heart races. Slowly, painfully, I nod and wait for the groan of displeasure or for him to sigh and call this whole thing off.
“Good.”
I blink. Wait, what?
Viktor kisses me slowly and deeply. His arms wrap around me as he pulls me up from the seat. He smooths my dress down, and I blush when he slips my panties into his jacket pocket. He opens the door, steps out, and then reaches for me. I step out, blushing. But the driver is gone. The guards aren’t at the front door. It’s just us.
Viktor suddenly scoops me into him, his muscled arms around my back and behind my knees. I gasp, falling into his chest as I look up into his gorgeous eyes.
“You thought I would be unhappy?”
I swallow thickly. I nod. Viktor just shakes his head.
“Come,” he growls.
“Where?” I breathe.
“To bed,” he hisses back. “So I can make you all mine.”
14
Fiona
I gasp when I fall back across Viktor’s bed. I barely have time to look around his room, which I’ve never been in before. But I also don’t care. I wouldn’t care if we were on a cot, or the floor, or outside with snow under my back.
I know what I want. I know at twenty-two, and having never been touched, this is what I want. I know he is what I want. I don’t care if it’s crazy to give myself to a man like Viktor. I know what I feel. And I know no other person has ever made me feel more alive, and more electrified than him. I’ve never felt more dangerous and yet safe.
And it’s all because of him.
I kiss him eagerly as he moves over me and leans down. His soft, perfect lips bruise to mine, taking my breath away. I can feel his hand slip down, gripping my dress and tugging. My mouth doesn’t leave his as I raise my hips, letting him tug the dress higher.
He pushes it all the way up, over my bare skin and breasts. I raise my arms and let him peel it away, before he gathers me into his arms. His mouth crushes to mine again, his hands skimming over my naked skin. I can feel my nipples dragging over his muscled chest, and his powerful arms clutching me possessively.
