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Fuck, those words did something to me. I slipped one finger inside of her and started pumping it in and out, like it was my cock. My God, she was tight. I worked faster, rubbing her g-spot while my thumb strummed her clit.

“Tell me,” I ordered again.

“More, more,” she pleaded. “Please.”

God, she was amazing, gasping and panting beneath my hand. “You like my fingers inside your cunt?” My voice was harsh and warbled, my cock so hard I could barely think. I used my free hand to tease her breasts.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried, spasming against me.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I demanded, my pinky finger using her cum to tease the delicate nerves on her ass.

She screamed as she came. “I belong to you, Viktor. I’m yours. Yours forever.” Her cum poured into my hand and spilled onto the bed.

I was drunk on the power she gave me; this serial murderess who collected the dicks of her victims in jars. She was begging me to please her, announcing her utter devotion to me for the whole building to hear. I, a man she just met. I had conquered her body, her mind, and even her heart, so effortlessly.

A man like me never received blind loyalty like this. I had always had to fight for every bit I got, and it was never enough. I deserved more. And here was this miraculous woman who just needed a man to take her properly, to love her properly, to admit that he could not live separate from her now that he’d had a taste of her, that he was so obsessed that he had no choice but to take her, so that he could worship her.

As she came down, I withdrew my fingers, helped her settle into the pillows, and covered her back up.

“Tiffany, I need you to be a good girl for me, and not cause any trouble while I am gone. I need to leave for a bit, but I promise I will return. I will take you out to eat when I get back. Would you like that?”

She nodded sleepily.

“Where would you like to go?”

“For ice cream.”

I smiled, lifted her knuckles to my lips, and kissed them. My cock strained in its fabric confines, but the suffering was worth it. I would sink into her warmth once I returned. I needed to go meet with Roger, and my father as well.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Viktor

By the timeI left the party, I was in a foul mood. I did my best to keep my distance from my would-be fiancée, but the bitch followed me around like a shadow, as if to assure a room full of strangers of a connection that did not truly exist. I just wanted to leave and get back to Tiffany.

I walked into my penthouse, an outfit in hand, so I could keep my promise. I’d get Tiffany all the goddamn ice cream she wanted.

Upstairs, I walked into my bedroom to find her in bed where I left her. She looked sated in the best way, peacefully napping.

I laid the dress out for her at the end of the mattress then leaned forward, thinking of kissing her awake like a prince might, but I gently pinched her nipple instead. She moaned and slowly opened her eyes, a cheshire cat grin on her face. I kissed her then. How could I not?

It would be easy for me to join her in bed again, but a promise was a promise. “Get dressed,” I mumbled against her lips. “We are going out.”

When I stood up, her glossy eyes looked up at me in a way that both made my heart bloom with joy, and a red flag wave in my weary brain. I knew the look of obsession when I saw it. I had to remind myself yet again that this was not a woman to trifle with.

“You’re incredibly beautiful,” I complimented. “But surely you knew that already.”

Her cheeks turned pink, and she lowered her gaze. I watched her pull the sheet up yet again, hiding her gorgeous breasts, and those generous curves that I hoped would soon fill out, with my child in her womb.

“Ohmilyy,you aren’t going shy on me now? Not after all we shared.”

When she flicked her gaze up at me, I winked. I absently noted that she had yet to speak. I didn’t mind, though. I enjoyed the silence.

“Up!” I commanded.

It pleased me that I didn’t have to ask twice. She did quickly, and easily dressed herself. She took a few minutes in the bathroom to touch-up, and soon after, I was escorting her to the car.

We drove in a comfortable silence, my hand holding hers. I took her to a place that was under our protection, because I knew the owner of the business, and I owned the building. I smiled at that reminder. Yes, the Bratva ran my hometown, but I personally owned half the real estate. While Alexie was busy buying luxuries, I was investing in real estate. Truth be told, unlike my brother, I didn’t need the family’s wealth. I had my own now. Even if the Bratva were to disappear tomorrow, or God forbid, should I be disowned like Alexie was, I would not need handouts.

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