by Cole, Jagger
Viktor pulls away. I pout when he stands from the bed. But then I realize it’s only so he can strip his clothes away. His shirt comes first, and my eyes slide over his chiseled muscles and Bratva tattoos. He loses his pants next, and my eyes drop to the huge bulge tenting his boxers. My heart skips, my desire throbs.
He smirks at me as he hooks his thumbs into the waist of them. He tugs them over his hips and drops them to the floor. My breath catches as his thick, long, enormous cock springs against his abs. Viktor’s eyes find mine as he stalks back onto the bed, moving over me as I tremble with desire.
He kisses my mouth again, demanding my lips. I moan into him, gasping when his mouth drops to my neck. His teeth rake my skin, his tongue and lips coming next to make me squirm and writhe for him. His lips slip to my ear.
“I’m not going to hurt you, printsessa.”
“I know,” I gasp.
He kisses down my body, licking one aching pink nipple and then the other. His mouth teases down over my stomach, and then lower. My breath comes heaving, my hips rising to him.
Viktor pushes me back down with a dark chuckle. “Greedy girl,” he rasps.
But he gives me what I’m so desperate for. His mouth delves between my thighs, and I whimper as his tongue drags through my pussy lips again. Oh my God, I could never get tired of this feeling. My face twists in agonizing pleasure as Viktor’s tongue dances over my pussy. I’m cooing as he licks me slowly, deliberately. He takes me to the edge, leaving me panting as he pulls away.
His lips center over my clit. He sucks gently at the little button while his tongue swirls around it. I cry out, and my hips thrust up against his face. He growls into me, his hands sliding over me to grip my ass and my hips. He pulls me tight to his mouth, his tongue like magic on my clit. I throw my head back, and suddenly I cry out as I start to come for him.
Viktor groans, keeping his tongue on me and slowly licking my clit until I’m squirming beneath him. I gasp as he slides up over me again. I can feel his throbbing cock pulsing against my lips, bare. He looks into my eyes, and I nod slowly. I’m panting as he pushes, letting his shaft slide over my lips. The swollen head pokes up over my mound, dripping hot, sticky liquid onto my skin.
His hands slide down my arms, pinning my wrists to the bed. He leans over me to kiss me again. But he hesitates an inch from my mouth. I whine, moaning as I lean up to close the distance. He growls with a hungry smile and finally gives me what I seek.
He kisses me deeply as he shifts his hips. I feel his head slide between my lips to center at my entrance.
“Viktor…”
“Printsessa…”
“I want you,” I gasp.
“I know.”
He pushes, and I gasp as he slides into me. It’s so fucking big, and I feel a second of pinching feeling. But then it’s gone instantly. The pleasure grows and builds in me, swelling as he sinks into me. His thickness opens me wide as he pushes deep. It feels like it keeps going—like there’s constantly more of him to push into me. Until slowly, he’s all the way in, as deep as he can get.
I moan, panting and gasping for air. His mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply. My legs wrap around his hips, and the huge, dangerous, gorgeous Russian starts to move. He grinds into me and then slowly slides his glistening cock out. He thrusts back in, and I cry out in pleasure.
It feels so slick and wet, and he feels so big, filling me so much. Viktor thrusts into me, and I kiss him deeply. My nails drag down his muscled back as I gasp.
“Viktor… Viktor…” I moan his name over and over like a chant. He thrusts harder, and I feel his control slipping away. I want him to let go. I want him to truly take me and make me all his.
“Don’t hold back,” I moan.
Viktor groans. “I have to.”
I whimper. “No. you don’t.”
“Careful, little girl,” he snarls.
“I’m past being careful.” I lean up and I kiss him feverishly. “Fuck me, Viktor.”
I see the control snap in him. He snarls, and suddenly rams into me. I groan, loving the feel of him letting go. The mix of lust and danger as I see the beast in his eyes makes my body clench in pleasure. He growls and rocks his hips hard, pounding his thickness deep. He ruts into me like an animal. I scream in pleasure as my orgasm flashes through me.
Viktor keeps thrusting, pounding his thick cock into me as I writhe in pleasure. His lips crush to mine, and suddenly, I’m coming again. I throw my head back and arch my back. The pleasure explodes deep in my core as Viktor growls and sinks deep. His teeth drag sharply over my neck, and suddenly he groans.
I feel his cock swelling, throbbing deep inside of me. Something hot and warm spills into me, filling me. I moan and cling to him, squeezing down around him with my body as he claims me. We’re both panting for air as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me deeply, stealing my breath away.
“All mine,” he groans, nuzzling my neck.
“Are we still being truthful?”
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Can we do that again?”
He grins down into my eyes. “The trouble, printsessa,” he groans. “Is going to be stopping.”
15
Viktor
For a man who hasn’t seen daylight in almost four days, I’m surprisingly cheerful as I make my way down to my office. But of course, the reason for my being locked away in my quarters for more than half a week has everything to do with my mood.
I’ve been with Fiona. For four nights and three days, she’s been with me—in my quarters, in my bed. For four nights, I’ve been completely lost in her. I’ve had her every way I can possibly imagine, and yet, I’m still hungry for more. I can’t get enough of her. She’s like a drug I crave. Fiona is an addiction I never want to cure myself of.
My muscles ache from the constant lovemaking. My dick is actually sore as well—my balls utterly drained. One might think it’s my own insatiableness that had us going for days. But in truth, it’s hers. It’s the monster I’ve created in Fiona—an utterly insatiable, tireless, multi-orgasmic little energizer bunny of a sex monster.
I grin as I clomp down the stairs to my office. I may be sore, dehydrated, and sleep deprived. But I can’t stop smiling. Not now that I have her.
In my office, I sink into my chair. Lev, without being prompted, has of course taken the reigns of things once it was clear I wasn’t coming out of my room—and clear who was in there with me. But now I do need to catch up on almost four days of business.
I hammer out some emails, make a few quick, perfunctory phone calls, and read up on some reports. Eventually, I pick my phone up to check in with Lev.
“The prodigal son returns,” he grunts.
“Did you miss me?”
He chuckles. “Not you, just your ability to reason with people.”
I grin. He means my ability to rationalize with people—to be diplomatic with both threats and coercion. My strength doesn’t just come from my savagery or my willingness to hurt people. It comes from knowing when the carrot will work better than the stick.
It’s the reason Lev and I have the positions we do. It’s not that my friend is subservient to me as boss. It’s that he has no wish to be the head of this organization. None. He may be fantastic counsel to me. But he hates negotiating diplomacy when it comes to anyone else. I have a strong idea that after almost four days of running the show without me, he’s ready to knock some heads off.
“So are you officially back from your honeymoon?”
I roll my eyes. “Very funny.”
“I haven’t gotten you a wedding gift yet, Viktor. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you done?”
He chuckles. “For now, yes. And you? How has your time off been?”
“Fine.”
He chuckles again. “‘Fine’, he says,” Lev snickers. “Four days of fucking—”
“That’s enough,” I snap.
He pauses. But I can almost hear him smiling. “So,” he muses.
“This one is… important.”
“Yes,” I snarl.
He chuckles again. “Easy, Viktor. Easy.” He sighs. “I’m happy for you, brother. I’m very happy, actually. And her?” He laughs again. “I like her. And I like that she doesn’t take your shit.” I grumble as Lev laughs. “She is good for you, my friend.”
“On that we can agree on.”
“So, you’re back now? I can stop biting my tongue and being ‘diplomatic’?”
“I’m back.”
“Good.”
“Oh, there’s one thing.” I frown, tapping my fingers on my desk as I remember a mental note I made to myself days before.
“Da?”
“There’s a girl—a close friend of Fiona’s named Zoey.”
“And?”
“I need you to check in on her.”
“What am I checking on?”
“Nothing, there’s just…” I frown. “Fiona mentioned there was an older guy sniffing around her, being a creep.”
“Do you want him gone”
“No. Not yet at least. Just check in on her. Make sure she’s safe. You don’t even have to actually meet her. Just do a perimeter of her apartment maybe. Shadow her, see if anyone is causing problems.”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
He sighs. “Well, drink some water and put your pants on, Viktor. You have work to do now that you’re back.”
I chuckle as I hang up. I hammer out one more email, then I consider going back up to my bedroom and crawling back between Fiona’s thighs again. But a knock on the door interrupts that fantasy.
“Yes,” I grumble.
The door opens, and Nina steps in.
“You look…” she smirks. “I’d say rested, but…”
“Did you and Lev coordinate this insubordinate heckling?”
She grins widely. “Nope. But now I wish we had.”
“Well why don’t you shelve whatever you were coming in here to tease me about. Lev’s already used them all anyway.”
She nods, but I can see there’s something bothering her.
“Something wrong?”
She frowns. “I…” Nina’s brow furrows. “I need to talk to you about something. But I need you to promise to hear me before you react.”
My brows knit. “Of course, Nina. Always.”
“No, I mean it, Viktor. You might think this is colored by my… opinions of her. Or my less than welcoming disposition towards her since she—”
“You’re talking about Fiona,” I growl quietly.
She nods. “Yes.”
“Nina,” I grunt with a warning tone. “We’ve spoken about this. I know you want what’s best for me. And I know you’re just looking out for me. But you need to—”
“I think she’s the leak.”
I freeze. My anger swells, roiling like a storm in my chest. My eyes narrow at her as my lips curl into a snarl.
“Careful, Nina,” I hiss.
“Viktor, I know how it sounds, especially coming from me. I don’t want it to be her, but—”
“Then what?!” I snap. “Then why tell me this garbage!?”
“Because you’re not you with her!” She yells back. “I’m sorry, Viktor. I’m sorry that Lev doesn’t see it, or anyone else. But you’re…” she shakes her head. “Your guard is down with her. Your suspicions aren’t raised as they should be.”
“Nina…”
“Sacrifice the rook so that the king may fall.” She glares at me. “You taught me that yourself when you were teaching me chess, Victor. Look at Joey Drucci. He stalls you for months, and then one meeting with the cute little miss lawyer, and he gives it to you for less than half of what you were offering before?”
“She tricked him. She used his paranoia of Federal surveillance to—”
“Or she tricked you, Viktor. Or she was perfectly set up to fall into your lap back at Thomas’s office. Young, beautiful, innocent, doe-eyed? She’s perfect for you, Viktor. If you see it, so do your enemies.”
I stand slowly. I’m angry, but I’m at least trying to see this from the perspective of Nina trying to protect me.
“I always appreciate your counsel, Nina. You know that. But I think we’re done here—”
“Who ‘stumbled across’ the two men at the factory site the other day?”
I snarl. “She was being threatened, Nina. They were going to—”
“They looked like they were going to.” She glares at me. “Sacrifice the rook so that the king may fall. The factory? Those low-level stooges? Those were Joey’s rook. He’ll get the land back when the king…” she jabs a finger at me. “Falls.”
I stare at her. “You honestly think Fiona Murray, daughter of the District Attorney and probably our next Mayor, is somehow working with a mid-level thug like Joey Drucci to take me out? Are you listening to yourself?”
“Are you!?” she snaps back. “Maybe it’s not just Joey. Maybe she and her father are working with him to get to you. I mean you’re hanging a sword above his fucking head, Viktor. At some point, the idea has to have crossed Thomas’s mind that getting rid of you would get rid of a whole lot of his problems.”
My jaw grinds. My eyes level with her.
“I’m sorry, Viktor. I don’t relish hammering this theory. But who knew you were even visiting the factory the other day?”
“Lev is looking into it.”
“I’m sure he is. But we both know that your people are loyal to the death to you.” She pauses. “Me included.”
I look down. “I know that, Nina.”
“So what’s the variable. Who’s the variable?”
I glare at the desk. My teeth grind, and my hands grip the edge of it with a dangerous strength.
“I need a moment, Nina.”
She nods quietly. “I’m really sorry. I mean that. I just…”
“I know,” I growl quietly.
When Nina quietly files out of my office, I snarl. I pace the floor behind my desk, seething. I know she’s just doing what she does. But I hate that she’s planted this seed of doubt in my head. I hate that it’s taking root, too. I pace the floor another minute, before the ticking time bomb in my head finally clicks, and pops.
I sit down at the computer and bring up the software that has Fiona’s phone mirrored on to it. I look through her history, her texts, her call logs—anything I might have missed. There’s nothing in her texts. No emails, nothing sketchy in her browsing history. But then my eyes narrow on the call log.
She’s called her father—five times in the last few days. All while I’ve been… preoccupied with her. I was monitoring her phone before. But I haven’t been since the night I took her to bed. When I think about it, I haven’t really been monitoring it all that much before that, either.
I look further back, and my heart grows harder. There’s another two calls to her father from the very day of the attack at the factory. And they’re both from right before we left. My jaw clenches. My eyes burn into the screen before I swear violently.
I storm out of the office. My mood on the way back up the stairs is the polar opposite of what it was when I came down. I’m snarling when I get to Fiona’s quarters. She’s still in my room, probably waiting for me. I know this is a gross violation of trust. But the seed has been planted. The doubt is there, like it or not.
I’m not even sure what I’m looking for. But I look nevertheless. I root around her bathroom, dumping out toiletries and poking under towels. I tear clothes from the closet and empty drawers, fury on my face. I want to be wrong. I want to find nothing. But those calls to her father, and Drucci’s men waiting for us? It’s too much of a coincidence, even if it’s a painful one.
I finally storm back into the bedroom. My eyes land on the vanity she’s been using as a desk. I ruffle violently through the papers and files on the top before I yank the drawer out. I’m about to dump it entirely. But my eyes land on the first thing they see, and I freeze.
“What t
he fuck…”
I pull out the legal pad covered in her handwriting and stare at it. It’s… evidence, for lack of a better word. Testimony. It’s a list of things she’s seen being under my roof—everything from her being here against her will to minute little bullshit like my guards carrying illegal, fully automatic guns. I glare at it, seething. It might not be the smoking gun, but it’s one more bullet to my heart.
“Viktor?”
I whirl on her, a snarl on my face. “What the fuck is this?” I hiss, brandishing the notepad.
Her face turns white. “Viktor… I…”
“Answer me!”
“It’s just words!” She yells back. “I was angry!”
“Angry?” I snarl. “You were angry, so you—”
“I was angry because you kidnapped me! Viktor, you took me, against my will, to settle a fucking Bratva debt! That’s it! Full stop! What happened since then is…” she blushes and looks down. “It’s changed things, even since I wrote that.”
“But at the end of the day,” I growl quietly. “You’re still a prisoner. Is that it? And I’m just the Bratva bad guy?”
“I didn’t say that—”
“No, you wrote it the fuck down!” I seethe. I glare at her. “You talked to your father, the day of the attack.”
She stares at me, frowning. “Were you—”
“You knew I was tapping your phone, Fiona.”
“Yeah? Then did you see how he doesn’t respond? How my own father—the reason I’m even here, settling his fucking debt—doesn’t call me back?” she asks, her voice tightening.
“I saw that you called him, and then mysteriously, Drucci’s men—”
“Tried to hurt me!” she yells. “They tried to hurt me, and then you stopped them. Do you seriously think that was part of some fucking master plan?!”
My jaw tightens. “I’m going to ask you this very plainly.”
“Ask away,” she snap, glaring at me.
“Did you plot with your father and or Joey Drucci to have me killed?”
She stares at me in horror. “You are un-fucking-believable—”
“Answer me!” I boom, striding across the room in fury. She gasps, retreating until her back hits the wall.
