Page 25 of Trapping His Darling

I really fucking wanted to.

He kissed me then.

He tasted of mint and spirits, and I moaned as he deepened the kiss, overwhelming me with his sheer size and strength. He made me feel small, which was something, because I was not a petite woman by any means. I was curve after curve after curve.

I should kill him,came the intrusive thought. I should scratch him with my ring like I did the Bratva soldier, and be done with this distraction. This man was dangerous to me. He made me want to confess all my sins. Could he even fathom the things I had done?

I had a feeling he could.

He was as cold as I was warm, but darkness was darkness no matter the temperature.

My host suddenly lifted me up from under my ass, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips as he carried me back to the bed, kissing my jaw and neck even as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

I should stop him before it’s too late.

He covered me with his body. “Wait,” I gasped.

“No,” he replied while kissing his way down to my chest.

“But–”

“Silence,” he ordered as he reached my breasts.

He nipped and sucked on my taut nipples, then soothed the bites with his tongue when I cried out. Despite the pain, I arched my back and offered more of myself to him, tugging on his shirt to pull the material from his body as he kissed his way down my torso.

“Please,” I begged, “I–you don’t–wait–”

“Do I need to gag you, Tiffany?” he rasped.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

“Oh, God!” I shamelessly ground against him, getting off on his threat. I apparently had a fetish for danger. “Please, oh God–”

“Viktor,” he corrected as he unraveled my legs, and tilted my hips up to spread my thighs wide. “But I’m flattered you holdme in such high esteem as our deity.” He cupped my pussy and dragged his fingertips through the soft, slick heat. “You are truly the goddess here,” he said quietly as he descended lower. “I wish to worship at your altar, and taste your divine essence…”

He began licking my cunt in long, languid strokes.

I shook my head side-to-side. I was going to die. Never had anything felt this good. I was going to drown in pleasure.

Alarm bells went off in my head when I felt his fingers breach my opening, while he sucked on my clit. I cried out as my tight channel clenched onto him. I looked down and saw that, at some point, he’d divested himself of the rest of his clothes.

“Viktor,” I sobbed out between breathless pants. “We can’t! We mustn’t do–”

I yelped when he suddenly climbed up and dropped his weight on my pelvis. One hand grasped my throat, while the other hovered just beyond my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he quietly demanded, his tone harsh. “Now.”

Without delay, I complied

He shoved his fingers in. “Speak no more. This is happening.”

I moaned as the flavor of my cum coated my tongue. I sucked on his fingers, cleaning my essence from his skin. Satisfied, he removed his hand from my throat, and reached below to line his erection up with my virgin hole.

My closed eyes welled with tears even before he thrust inside me. Because if this motherfucker didn’t marry me, after ripping away my innocence like this, I would have to kill his ass.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Viktor

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