Viktor(70)

His hand slides down from my mouth to my neck, grabbing me like he owns me. I love the feeling of his fingers tightly wrapped around my neck, forcing every bit of resistance out of me as he fucks me hard.

God, I fucking love this man.

The thought hits me as hard as his cock, but I quickly push it away.

“So tight,” he groans. “Don’t come yet.”

“Fuck, I can’t hold it,” I murmur, as his other hand plays with my clit.

“Hold it, Lexi, or I’ll stop,” he whispers in my ear, gently nibbling my earlobe.

I gasp, trying to keep it together, my pussy on the verge of exploding.

Suddenly, he pulls his dick out. That’s when his arms wrap around my hips, and he twists me around again. Then he lifts me up against the trunk of the tree and shoves his cock back in again.

I moan out loud from the pain, not giving a shit if anyone can hear me. But Viktor’s hand quickly covers my mouth again. Not that I mind, not in a million years … I fucking love it when he silences me like that. No other man can do that … except for him. He’s the only one allowed.

“This pussy is mine, anywhere I want. Yes?”

I nod, breathing heavily through my nostrils as he fucks me raw.

“Good, because I’m going to have to fuck it every day from now on, just to catch up on what I’ve missed all these fucking years I didn’t have you in my life.”

His words undo me.

Melt the iron wall I built around my heart.

“Yes,” I moan, delirious with need as he slams into me again and again.

He holds me tight as he plunges in deeper and deeper. “Come now, Lexi. Come all over my cock. I wanna feel you.”

One more thrust and I lose it completely.

My body shakes with every sweet convulsion, pulsing with heat as I come around his shaft. His length swells and hardens, and a loud howl escapes his mouth. His cum jets into me, only adding to my pleasure. His body tenses against mine as he empties himself inside me. With both our needs sated, he lets me down, panting, still towering over me with that smirk on his face that I’ve come to know so well.

The smirk I’ve come to love.

His fingers reach for my cheek, and I lean into his hand as he caresses me gently. The self-proclaimed beast petting me softly as if I’m something he cherishes more than anything in the entire world.

“Let’s go home,” he says, and he lifts and refastens his pants.

I do the same, making sure I look presentable again. When I bend over to pick up some wood, Viktor takes it from me and says, “Lemme carry it.”

“I can do it; it’s no problem.”

“No … Lemme do this,” he says abruptly, but then a smile appears on his face when he sees my confused look. “I’m trying to be chivalrous. Work with me here.”

I raise a brow, masking a laugh with a few nods. “What a gentleman you’ve become.”

“All for you, Lexi.”

Lexi.

Hmmm.

I used to get so mad when he’d call me that.

But now … now, it just makes me think of him.





Chapter 23





Viktor





I’m sitting by the fireplace reading a book while Alexis pokes the wood with a fire iron, enjoying the warmth, when, suddenly, Winston comes bursting in. I look up as Winston holds my cell phone out to me. “You should read this.”

Alexis stands up to watch us, but I focus on the screen. The text message that appears makes my blood boil.

“No …” I growl, looking up at Winston. “When?”

“Five minutes ago.”

I get up from the chair and waltz around, wondering what the fuck I’m supposed to do about this.

If Alexis finds out, it’ll kill her.

“What was it?” she asks, putting down the fire iron.

I frown and look away, not wanting to face her.

“You have to tell her, Viktor.”

“I know!” I growl. “Fuck!” I throw the cell phone as hard as I can. Luckily, it hits the couch instead of the wall.

“What about me? What did you see?” she asks, stepping closer.

“Viktor …” Winston mumbles.

I walk to the window and stare outside at the falling leaves and the dark sky ahead. “Leave us,” I say.

I can hear Winston’s footsteps echo away. Alexis’s hand snakes up my shoulder like a soft breeze, reminding me of what I’m about to lose.

I place my hand on hers and sigh. “They have your sister.”

I can hear her gasp, and as I turn around, her face goes through a mixture of emotions, from shock, to sadness, to rage.

“No … fuck,” she hisses. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. Vladim sent a picture of her.”

She shakes her head. “No …” Tears welling up in her eyes.