Page 112 of Smoke and Shadows

“You’re done?” Marissa whispered. “Done with me?”

He grinned, a grin that reminded her of a shark scentingblood. Was Viktor just going to snap her neck and put them out of their misery? “Oh, not done with you.”

She found herself boosted up against the credenza, her pencil skirt pushed all the way up revealing what she was wearing underneath. Viktor looked down and groaned, dropping his forehead against hers. “She’s wearing garters. God, help me.” His hands were running feverishly up and down her thighs.

Marissa noticed the growing bulge in his pants. “Um, are you sure every part of you is cleared for action?”

Viktor chuckled. “If you’re worried about the performance of my dick, let me assure you that it was the first part of my anatomy that regained mobility.”

“You serious?”

“Uh-huh. Couldn’t move my fingers much, but I tented my hospital gown every morning.”

“Oh, my God.”

“Damned embarrassing,” Viktor mumbled against her ear. His fingers fondled the center of her heat. “Besides, I need it right now.”

“We’re still talking about your penis, right?”

“Yes, Marissa,” Viktor said with amusement which quickly disappeared when a rush of moisture coated his fingers. A strangled grunt worked in his throat as his fingers ripped off the strip of silk.

Marissa found her own fingers working frantically on his belt buckle, his zipper, and then she eagerly pulled out his thick, long, pulsing cock; the tip already wet with pre-cum.

“I missed this,” she whispered as she worked a thumb over the silky flesh.

“All your fault,” Viktor grunted. He pulled her hips forward, half of her ass dangling in the air as he rocked against her, the head of his cock nudging maddeningly at the lips of her sex. “I’m done being patient. And you should know, no matter where you run—”

He plunged inside her, all the way to the hilt. She gasped, thrilled with the fullness that hit her.

“—I will find you, Marissa.” His eyes seared into her with his promise, a vow. And for the first time in months, she felt whole again. She wanted to sob at the completeness and rightness of it. She was done, too. Done running from him.

“I’m going to fuck the stubbornness out of you,” he said. “Pound it out of you, thrust by fucking thrust.”

He pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back inside her. Then the pumping began, going faster, harder, deeper. Marissa rode the wave as Viktor proved to her that he was a man of his word as he proceeded to fuck her into submission.

20

The cheeringand catcalls erupted in the gymnasium just as Marissa, Olsen, and Maia stepped into the building. It was the MDI corporate games, and for this event, AGS was invited to compete and Marissa joined as an honorary player. The women had just finished the track competition. Marissa won handily. Maia was out of shape and Olsen wasn’t much of a runner. Jack’s personal assistant ran the race, but it was evident that she was doing it just for fun.

The men were squaring off in a basketball game. Team AGS was led by Viktor. On their team were Manning, Edmunds, Nathan, and one other Guardian who made up their starting five. Team MDI was, of course, led by Jack, alongside Derek and some of their design engineers. The crowd was mostly comprised of MDI employees and their families, but there were some Guardians also present.

Sophie spotted the women and waved them over. She was sitting right behind the MDI team’s bench. Derek’s wife begged off from any competition, citing that sports were not her thing. But if Marissa knew any better, she’d say Sophie just wanted to be her husband’s cheerleader.

“How’s the game going?” Marissa asked, sitting down beside Sophie and Nathan’s fiancée, Lucy Cortez.

Before the blonde could answer, Maia gasped. “Why is there blood on my husband’s shirt?”

Sophie’s lips twisted derisively. “Viktor has a twitchy elbow. The man is a menace on the court.”

Marissa suppressed a grin while Maia’s frown deepened.

“Don’t worry,” Sophie added. “Jack paid him back a couple of times. They’re both even with four fouls each,” she huffed. “The only guys who play fairly are Derek, Nathan, and the MDI design engineers. Edmunds is a sly one. And Manning has a hot temper—”

Shouts erupted once again, riveting everyone’s gaze on the “paint.” Viktor was dribbling the ball, Jack shadowing him. When Viktor did a fake right and turned left, Jack stuck to him like a tick. Viktor made his move. Both men leaped in the air and Viktor jabbed his left elbow into Jack’s chin just as he raised his right arm in a hook shot. Jack landed on his ass. The shot was all net. The crowd went wild with boos and some cheers.

Everyone was on their feet. Marissa was laughing. Maia was shaking her head.

The referee declared an offensive foul and voided the shot. And since it was Viktor’s fifth foul, he was evicted from the game.

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