Viktor(39)

He plunges in without restraint.

My lips part, a silent gasp stuck in my throat, as I feel his full length inside me.

Veins pulsing, thickness swelling, hard steel against soft flesh.

Fuck, it’s too much.

I moan like an animal as he thrusts in and out of me at full force.

My hands fall above my head, my tits shaking as he fucks me hard. His hands grip my wrists, holding me down, trapping me underneath him. Not that I’d ever run. Not that I even could.

His eyes are intense, almost beast-like, as he pumps into me like there’s no tomorrow. We’re wasted on lust, on each other, not giving a fuck about who we should be or what we should be doing. And fuck it, it’s too good not to.

He arches his back, entering me even farther. “Is this what you want, Lexi?” he growls, grabbing my legs.

I nod quickly. “Fuck, yes.”

He goes faster, making my pussy throb with pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you like an animal?” he growls, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Yes! Harder, more,” I moan, completely delirious.

“You’re out of your mind, but I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you my fucking cum because that’s what you want, right?” He forces his cock back in again, making me quiver underneath him.

“Yes, please,” I whimper, licking my lips. “More.”

“Tell me where,” he says, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Everywhere. In my mouth. On my body. In my pussy. I don’t wanna choose.”

He bites his lip. “Oh, it’ll all happen one way or another because this isn’t gonna be the last time we fuck.” My eyes widen for a second, and he catches a glimpse of my face. “You didn’t think I was gonna let you leave after this? Fuck, no. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more.” The last word sounds more like a growl as he plunges back into me.

I can’t even say anything; that’s how fucked raw I am.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in your pussy,” he moans.

I’m too drunk on the sex, so I just nod, desperate for more.

My body heats up with his as he ravages me, his grip on me strengthening as his climax approaches. Three deep thrusts and a loud roar slips from his mouth.

Then I feel him come inside me, and Jesus Christ, it’s never felt this good.

He thrusts a few more times, plunging every inch of himself into me before he collapses, only just catching himself before he falls on top of me. His body shakes, covered in sweat, while his cock slowly deflates, and I’m left with a buzzing sensation between my legs.

I could go for another round … but he can’t. I’m sure of that.

Our eyes meet, and for a second, an uncomfortable silence hangs between us.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, bursting out into a full-on smile.

He rolls off me, takes off the condom and throws it in the trashcan. I lie back down and look around, taking in my surroundings a little better this time. Now that I’m not trying to sneak around and steal, it’s surprisingly comforting.

Except for the shredded furniture, of course.

“You did that?” I whisper, and when he looks at me, I point at the chair.

He sighs. “Anger did that.”

“Anger … I get that. I have a lot of anger too,” I say.

“Who are you angry at?” he asks.

“A lot of things.”

“Your clients?”

I laugh. “No. They just have simple needs I fulfill. I do it to earn money so my sister and I can live. It’s my own choice.”

“Really? So you don’t want to have a normal job or anything?”

“Hmm … maybe …” I look up at the ceiling. “But it wouldn’t suit me.”

“Better for your sanity, though …” he muses.

“You’re one to talk.” I lean up on my elbows and look at him. “You’re an animal.”

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He shrugs and waggles his brow, making me roll my eyes.

“I’m not talking about the sex.”

“But you did like it.”

“Yes …”

“So you like insanity.”

“What?”

“I just had insanely good sex with you.”

I shake my head and laugh. “Sometimes, you make no sense.”

He puts his hand under his chin so he can look up at me. “Something we have in common.”

I shrug.

“So … you’re not angry at all, but you are angry,” he says after a while.

“The only person I’m angry with is me,” I say. “And … the place where we were born.”

His brows draw together. “The place where you were born. Go on.”

“It’s where my mother is. Or was. I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck happened to them or her. All I know is that I grew up there together with Alisha. One moment, we’re there with my mom in a tiny room we called home … the next, we’re being taken outside. For the first time.”