Viktor(38)

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he growls at me, but then he licks his lips once he realizes he’s barking. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

“Is that a threat?” I playfully raise a brow.

“Damn right it is.” He grabs my hand and pulls me with him. “You’re coming with me. That pussy needs a dick right now.”

He drags me through the hallway, naked, to his room. I don’t think he gives a shit whether Winston sees him or not, and neither do I. I just want his tongue back where it belongs: between my legs.

Viktor pushes me ahead of him and then slams the door shut behind him. His chest rises and falls from his heavy breathing, little groans escaping his mouth each time he does. His eyes hone in on me, and he approaches me with steps that remind me of a lion about to pounce its prey.

Alone in this room with a man who could snap my neck in an instant … Shouldn’t I be afraid?

I think I am … or maybe I’m just waiting.

Waiting for him to make a move.

Excited by the danger that surrounds him.

Fucked up, that’s what I am, but I’m not the only one in this room with that problem, and I think that’s what attracts us so much. What we like about each other … the insanity.

Each step he takes makes me take one back until I hit his bed with the back of my legs.

And then he’s right in front of me.

Taunting me.

Daring me to fear and run.

But I don’t.

I am fearless.

And I want him.

One shove is all it takes. I squeal as he drops me to the bed and crawls on top of me. His hand pushes me down onto the mattress, pressing me so tightly I couldn’t leave, even if I wanted to. He slides my legs apart with one simple nudge, and then his face dives between them again.

All the anxiety disappears in an instant.

I’m in fucking magical wonderland again.

Licks, sucks, kisses, all of it, everywhere—I can’t keep track, can’t keep up.

He’s so good; I can’t even describe it. Like he’s never tasted better pussy than this and wants to eat it all.

“You’re so fucking wet and swollen,” he murmurs into my skin, pressing another kiss to my clit. “You really do want me.”

“No fucking kidding,” I moan, which makes him muffle a laugh. The hot air he breathes only adds to the pleasure. “Stop torturing me.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with this pussy,” he says, tugging my body toward him. “And you know why? Because today, it’s all mine.”

Oh, fuck me right in the pussy.

I don’t even like the word ‘today’ anymore, just because he said that.

I want this every fucking day.

Then his tongue drives into my pussy, and I moan out loud.

“That’s it. Scream for me, Lexi. Show me how much you want it,” he murmurs into me, probing me again.

“Fuck, I want it so badly,” I say. “Make me come.”

“What’s that? I can’t hear you,” he whispers, swirling around my clit.

“Oh, fuck! Please, make me come,” I moan.

I’m right there, on the edge, and for some reason, I can’t go over.

Not until … not until he says I can.

I don’t know why. I’ve never felt this before.

“Yes, fuck yes, come for me, Lexi. Show me how much you love my tongue.”

The moment I hear yes, I explode.

My clit thrums, sending shockwaves through my body. I quiver, holding my breath as my own orgasm is so huge I can’t even handle it. Only when the pressure has subsided do I gasp for air again, even as he keeps on licking me right until the very end.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, pressing one final kiss on my pussy before coming up again.

“What?” I say between breaths.

He smiles. “You.”

And just like that … he breaks me.

Breaks through the stones of the wall I’d built around my heart.

But I have no time to think about it either … because his cock is hovering near my pussy, and my mind has gone blank again.

“You looked so sexy when you came …” he whispers, as I grab his face and kiss him on the lips. “It got me hard again.”

“Then fuck me,” I whisper back.

For a second, he just stares at me. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

I smile and lean close to his ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Viktor.”

Biting my lip, I lay back on the pillow, watching as lust engulfs his face.

A devilish smile quirks upon his lips. “You only had to ask …”

He leans up and reaches to the nightstand next to the bed, pulling a condom out of the drawer. I gawk at him as he rolls it over his length, my mouth watering at the sight of him. Then he pounces on top of me again, pressing his lips to mine.