by Brie Paisley
He runs a hand down his face and says something in Russian. I continue to stand here and wait for him to say something. Anything at this point. When he still says nothing I drop my hands and shake my head. I’m done waiting for his answers, so I turn to go to bed.
“Wait.” I turn around and he says, “Just, wait.” I sigh and lean against the back of the couch still waiting for him to speak.
Viktor puts both hands on his hips and drops his head. He seems almost embarrassed to tell me what he wants to say. I hear him sigh again as he raises his head. “I’m a loan shark, Ava.”
“That doesn’t tell me anything, Viktor. Look, if you don’t want to tell me fine, I won’t beg you to. Why don’t you just go?” I’ve had it with him tonight. Yeah, he said he’s a loan shark and I know what that means, but it still doesn’t explain a thing.
“Why are you being so stubborn? I’m trying to tell you. Now, would you please just listen for once?”
“Fine.” I say with a huff.
“Michelle has been a client of mine for years. She only ever comes once a year, for her boss. He’s the one who wants the loan from me. Before every meeting with Michelle, I get stressed,” he looks at me and quickly adds, “but not for the reasons you think.” He stops for a second and runs his hand through his hair. “Michelle’s boss is a very powerful man. He owns a variety of businesses, but he comes to me unofficially for his loan. I have an idea what he does with it, but I don’t ask. As long as he pays what he owes I choose not to get further involved.” I’m listening intently as Viktor finally explains himself. I want to know more, and I have no clue how I should feel about his side business.
“I was distracted tonight because Sebastian told me right before you came on stage that Michelle was waiting for me in my office. She was early and I felt unprepared. I wasn’t comfortable leaving her alone in my office, I didn’t want to have a meeting with her while you danced, and I’m sorry I made you feel I wasn’t focused on just you.” Viktor slowly makes his way to me as he continues to talk. “I got back to my office as soon as I could, gave her the money and asked her to leave. Michelle is always friendly, but,” I close my eyes as Viktor lightly touches my arm, moving up to my shoulder. “Michelle isn’t interested in me, moya lyubov'.”
I swallow hard and open my eyes. “Didn’t seem that way to me.”
He chuckles and leans down, and whispers in my ear, “I know she isn’t. I met her girlfriend once.”
I pull back and gaze into his eyes. I lick my lips, still not sure if I can trust him. He did tell me everything I wanted to know, and I guess it makes sense. Maybe I did overreact. I feel Viktor’s fingers under my chin and he slowly raises my head up to him. “Why can’t you trust me and believe me when I tell you there’s no one else. There will never be anyone else. All I see is you, moya lyubov'. ”
“I don’t know, Vik.” I whisper.
“Yes you do.” He pulls me to him and I place my hands on his chest. I feel one hand on my lower back and the other is on my ass. He pulls me even closer and I can feel his growing erection pressing on my stomach. He leans down and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead he whispers into my ear, “Looks like I’ll just have to show you how much I want you. How much I need you.” He pulls away and lifts me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as my hands hold onto his neck. My short dress rides up to my waist making it easier to hold onto him with my legs.
“When I’m finished with you, there will be no second guessing how I feel about you.”
His words send chills all over my body, and everything he’s told me, gets pushed aside. Knowing that he wasn’t doing anything with Michelle makes me feel such relief. The other shit, I can worry about later.
Viktor moves towards the stairs, but at the last second he changes his mind. He pushes me against the wall and his lips cover mine. I have no time to react from his rough kiss. Instead, I give into him and pull him closer to me with my legs and arms. His hands move up my torso, and when he takes my arms from around his neck and pins them above my head, I moan loudly into his mouth. This makes him push into my clit with his rock hard erection, making me move my hips to get him where I need him.
He pulls away from my mouth leaving me wanting more as he says, “Don’t move your arms.”
He firmly grabs my jaw, moving it to the side exposing my neck to him. He leans in and licks me from my collarbone to my ear. I can feel every part of my body coming to life and I call out his name when he does it again. When starts to suck and bite me, I move my hips on him again, trying not to move my arms. It’s harder than I thought it would be keeping my arms above my head. All I want to do is touch him, pull him to my mouth and devour him. As if Viktor can read my mind he grabs my jaw again to face him and he thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth. All I can do is hold onto him with my legs and let him take over my body. His taste, and his scent are driving me insane. I feel like I’m having sensory overload, but at the same time, I crave more. He sucks and nips at my lips as he takes me off the wall. I slowly let my arms drop over his shoulders when he reaches to the zipper on my dress. I grab onto him tightly, wanting him to move faster. I need him. He’s like a drug, and I can’t wait for my next fix. I smile when he keeps pulling the zipper on my dress. But when he can’t unzip it, he rips the dress apart from its seams in the back.
“Sorry, I need this damn thing off you.” I smile at him loving this part of him. I didn’t like the dress anyways.
“Hold onto me tight with your legs,” he demands.
I do as he says, wondering what he’s up to. Both hands on each of my thighs slowly move up to my waist. He grabs my torn dress and knowing what he’s about to do, I hold up my arms as he whips it over my head. The dress falls to the floor and Viktor attacks my mouth again, pushing me back into the wall. I hear a crash, but I don’t even bother to see what fell. I could care less about anything while Viktor kisses me like he can’t get enough of me. As if he needs me to breathe. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls down making my head lean back. His hot mouth kisses down my throat, reaching my exposed breasts. He groans as he sucks my nipple hard. I push my chest into him, wanting more. He moves to my other breast giving it the same attention. I can feel his hands everywhere on me. I feel as though I’m about to explode if he doesn’t do something else to relieve my ache. It’s a pleasurable torture, what he’s doing to me.
He leaves my breasts, and takes me off the wall again. I lean down to his mouth and kiss him as he places me on the couch. I let my legs fall from around his waist and I open them more to make room for him. I place one leg the back of the couch and my other foot rests on the coffee table. Viktor continues to kiss me and when he starts to grind his hips on my clit I have to break the kiss to moan loudly. He raises up staring at me deep into my eyes and places a hand on my cheek.
He lightly rubs my cheek and says, “YA lyublyu tebya. Nastol'ko trudno soderzhat' moi chuvstva k tebe.”
“I have no clue what you just said, but I’m going to take it as a compliment.”
“Yes, you should.”
Viktor raises off me for a minute to quickly undress himself. I lay on the couch and watch him. I can’t take my eyes off his muscular body. He has no idea how much I love watching him undress for me and seeing his muscles contract with each movement.
I swallow and say, “Maybe I should learn Russian.”
Once he’s fully nude, he leans toward me and slowly pulls off my skimpy thong. I raise my hips for him and he tosses it on the floor. He takes my leg off the coffee table and holds onto my thigh. Viktor scoots lower and my breath catches in my throat hoping he’s going to do what I think he’s about to. He’s right at my aching pussy, and he’s moved my leg over his shoulder.
“I think that’s a great idea,’’ he says right before he licks me from bottom to top. I cry out and arch my hips to him. I hear him chuckle and I raise up to watch him do it again. I don’t watch long. I let my head fall back against the arm rest on th
e couch and put my arms beside my head. I hold on tightly to the arm rest and grind my hips on Viktor’s face as he sucks and licks me. I feel his hands travel up my leg, and when I feel him shove two fingers deep inside of me, I explode all over his hand. I feel the vibration of his groan as I continue to come for him.
“Fuck, Vik,” I say hoarsely when he finally stops sucking on my clit.
He wipes his mouth off with his hand and reaches down to his pants. He pulls out a condom, and holds it up so I can see it. I watch him tear open the foil packet and he rolls the condom down his big cock. I lick my lips in anticipation. I can’t wait to feel him inside me. He lifts my leg again and puts it over his shoulder as he comes down on top of me. I can feel him at my entrance, but he doesn’t move.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask. Why won’t he move?
He smirks at me and says, “Can’t wait for my big cock to fill that perfect pussy can you?” Damn him and his dirty mouth. He knows what he does to me when he talks like that. I don’t get a chance to say anything back. He enters me in one thrust. He pushes deep inside of me, hitting that pain/pleasure zone immediately. He fucks me deep and slow. I can’t move the way he has my leg over his shoulder, and with no room for my other leg, I can only lay back and enjoy his slow fucking. His gaze never leaves mine and it’s the most erotic sex we’ve ever had before. I feel as though he’s trying to show me how much he loves my body, loves being with me right now.
Viktor thrusts deep inside of me once more then stops when he’s all the way in at the hilt. He doesn’t move for a few moments before saying, “Trust me, Ava.” He moves out and then right back in, stopping once he’s all the way inside of me. “Trust me,” he says again. I can’t think straight enough to answer him. I’m so close to the edge, and when he does it again, I scream out his name as my orgasm takes over my entire body. My whole body flushes then just as fast, I feel a wave of coldness. My legs start to quiver and I can’t seem to open my eyes to look at Viktor right now. I feel him start to move again, but this time his movements are faster. I bite my lip, not knowing if I can go again so soon after.
“Come on, moya lyubov’. I’m not finished with you yet,” he says as he reaches to start rubbing my clit. His strokes are just like his thrusts. They’re fast and rough. I can’t stop myself from lifting my hips for him. He’s hitting the spot I love the most. I feel him kiss my ankle, then his hand caressing my breast. He pinches my nipples gently, then moves back down to my clit. He rubs and squeezes my bundle of nerves, but I don’t come again till I hear his voice.
“That’s it, moya lyubov'. Come with me. Come with me now!”
I start to come as he circles my clit, and I open my eyes at the last minute to watch Viktor come undone with me. We both cry out and as I watch the pure pleasure written all over his face, I can’t help but get a rush of satisfaction. He stills inside of me after a few more moments, and he kisses my ankle again. I let out a puff of air, feeling so much better than I had before. I wince as Viktor slowly pulls out of me, and I close my legs as he goes to dispose of the condom. I rise up and watch him walk away and I can’t help but giggle when I watch him walk back to me.
“What are you giggling about?” he asks. When I don’t answer he shrugs his shoulders and bends down to pick me up. He cradles me close to him, and I lay my head on his chest. It feels wonderful to feel him so close to me. I can hear the beating of his heart as he takes me upstairs and when I place my hand over his heart, Viktor kisses me sweetly on my forehead. He holds me tightly as we get closer to the bathroom. He gently and slowly sets me down, and he caresses my face. Viktor kisses me softly on my lips and I groan when he pulls away. He chuckles and turns around. I watch him as he turns the water on for us, and as the steam starts to feel the room my heart begins to beat faster. Viktor and I have never showered together before and the excitement is thrilling.
He turns to me and smiles that sexy smile I love the most, and he grabs two towels off the shelf in the corner. I just stand still, not knowing for sure what he wants me to do. I feel sort of lost right now. This is a total new experience for me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t think of how amazing it’s going to be. He grabs something out of the cabinet then comes to me holding a wipe in his hand, and for a second I’m confused at what he wants to do with it.
“Close your eyes, moya lyubov'.”
I do as he says and he starts to rub my eyes with the wipe. He does this for a few moments and once he’s done I look up to him. I watch him toss the wipe in the trash and I realize he wiped all my makeup off my face. Viktor lightly touches my face and touches his fingertips to my lips.
“I’d rather you not wear that shit,’’ he says and we both laugh. As much as I like making myself look sexy and alluring for the men at the club, I wish I didn’t have to wear makeup either.
Viktor turns away from me to open the clear door to the shower and takes my hand to pull me closer to him. I step inside the shower, and I sigh feeling the hot water run down my body. I turn around as he steps in and I bite my lip. Just when I thought he couldn’t look any hotter, he looks incredible with the water running over his chest and down his muscular legs. I stand in a trance as the water runs down his abs, then down to his cock and legs.
I snap my head up to him when I hear him chuckle, but he doesn’t say a word. He reaches behind me and grabs my blue loofah and lathers it with my favorite body wash. The smell of cucumber melon fills my nose and I close my eyes when he starts to wash my body. He starts at my shoulders first, moving slowly down my arms. When he takes my hand, I open my eyes. He takes each of my fingers and massages in between them. Viktor gently lowers each hand as he finishes and moves back up to my chest. He seems focused on getting me as clean as he possibly can. His eyebrows are drawn together and his eyes never leave each place he washes. When he moves over my breasts and to my stomach, I have to place a hand on the wall to keep myself up right. I watch him with curiosity when he bends down and starts to wash my legs. I place each hand on his shoulders when he taps the back of my calf for me to raise my leg. He washes my feet and in between each toe. I can’t help but giggle when he does it again. He looks up to me, stopping for only a moment to smile and shake his head. I couldn’t help the laugh. It tickles.
He places my other foot down and starts to move back up my leg. He does each one exactly the same, but once he gets to my pussy, my breath catches in my throat. I lick my lips as he starts to touch me. I feel his skillful fingers gently massaging me and I move my hips to get him to touch my now aching clit. Viktor chuckles again, then drops his hand away from me. I groan, slightly irritated he didn’t do more to me. I wanted him to, but instead, he turns me around and starts to wash my back. I put both hands on the wall in front of me letting the water rinse off the body wash. Viktor rubs my back as he cleans me and I moan again when he gets lower, and lower. He moves down to my ass and does the same to it. I feel a little uncomfortable when he starts to wash in between my ass cheeks, but the feeling is quickly gone when he turns me around again. Dropping the loofah, he takes both hands and places them on my face, gently titling my head back so the water soaks my hair.
He slowly massages the water through my hair. I close my eyes, loving the feel of his fingers gently caressing my head. I slowly open my eyes, watching as Viktor grabs the shampoo, then places some in his hands. He rubs his hands together, our gaze never faltering. I love this side of him. I love that he’s taking care of me and showing me more than just his dominate side. I thought I had him figured out, but I’m learning with each day, he’s more than just a strong man. He’s caring and when he starts to wash my hair, I know he loves me. I can’t help but feel it. He does the same with the conditioner, and I sigh when he stops his gentle caressing.
Once he finishes cleaning me, he moves me out from under the warm spray and quickly washes himself. I try to help, but he smirks at me and shakes his head. He won’t let me even touch him. I can only watch. Even as he finishes and cuts off the shower, he w
on’t let me get out. I cross my arms over my chest trying to stay warm. I’m starting to get cold while he dries himself off. I don’t have to wait very long, thankfully. Viktor grabs my fluffy teal towel, wrapping it around me. He moves his hands up and down my arms drying me and warming me up at the same time. He dries my entire body, just like he washed me. There isn’t a place on me that he hasn’t touched to dry. I feel so pampered and … cared for. Loved.
Guilt starts to creep into my mind, and I have the urge to explain why I acted the way I had. I shouldn’t have let Trixie’s words plant the seed of doubt about us. I know Viktor. He’s been here for me and done so much for Gabbie and I. I open my mouth to apologize, but he gives me a quick peck on my lips and walks out of the bathroom. I frown, wondering why he just left like that. Instead of standing here worrying about it, I toss my towel in the laundry basket, comb through my hair, and toss it on top of my head. I walk into my bedroom and I see Viktor laying comfortably under the covers. His arm is behind his head, while the other lies over his chest. Seeing him like that, makes me realize something that I’ve known for a while, but pushed the feeling away.
I love him.
The thought keeps me rooted where I am. I can’t seem to move forward with finally realizing my new revelation. I love him. I can’t help the smile that comes across my face. Viktor watches me and beckons me to him. I want to run to him and tell him but instead, I calmly walk over to the bed and climb under the covers. I slide by him and lay my head on his chest. He places an arm around my shoulder and his fingers slowly trace up and down my arm. I bite my lip, trying not to blurt out how I feel about him. I’m suddenly afraid to tell him. I don’t really know why. I know he cares for me, as he showed me tonight. Not many men would do what he’s done in this situation and that makes me fall even more for him.
I raise my head up and look to him. He leans down and kisses my forehead and I sigh deeply loving this new feeling. I move to on my stomach so I have a better view and so I can explain myself for how I acted tonight. I feel he needs to know about my past with Malcolm, just so maybe he can understand why I freaked out. But Viktor being Viktor, beats me to it.
