Page 37 of Trapping His Darling

Victor’s gaze narrowed as he stepped back to take in my silky pajamas, then he dragged me off the wall and into the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and kicked the bedroom door closed.

I scrambled up against the headboard.

“Tiffany,” he growled low, “I’m trying very hard not to let my temper get the best of me.”

Aww.I fluttered my lashes and pouted my lip. I imagine this was as close to an apology as I was going to get from a man like him. I wasn’t petty, so I offered one of my own.

“I’m sorry–”

The bullet whizzed past my head and embedded itself into the wall. Of course, he missed, probably purposely. I knew he was attempting to get a fear reaction out of me, and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. I must admit that I was a bit annoyed that the fucker put a hole in my wall. There went my security deposit.

“Lie to me again, and the next one will hit.”

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes. He was such a drama queen. “You don’t want my apology?”

“I don’t want your bullshit.”

With a huff, I crossed my arms. “You hurt my feelings, but I didn’t kill you. Is that not something to be happy about? Why are you shooting at me?”

Viktor slammed the gun on my dresser, then stormed over to where I sat curled against the headboard. He grabbed me by the nape and kissed me hard.

I moaned, overwhelmed by the assault on my senses. He was freshly showered. I figured this was his way of proving to me that he was the man in this relationship. My mom had always said that men’s egos were fragile, and that when you love a man, you have to make sure to protect that part of them, as well as their heart. They wanted to feel like they had the strength and ability to protect the things they cherish, including their woman.

So, Iagaingave him a pass. Even when he ripped my favorite pajamas from my body.

There was an uncontrolled frenzy to the way he took my body, that seemed at odds with the chilled demeanor he presented. He always seemed so in control. So calculating. So thoughtful. But now, he was like a raging inferno; his thrusts painful and dominating, his teeth marking me as his, and the growly grunts emanating from his throat, as he tried to rage fuck me into submission.

I was kinda digging it. He must care about me if I could make him lose control like this. Even with him battering my body, he managed to draw an orgasm from me. I clawed at his neck and held tight, as I shook in the throes of a violent climax. I knew the man for one day, and he was already the master of my body.

He tensed, then roared. I felt the heat of his essence pouring into me. It burned, but I didn’t care.

Viktor collapsed on top of me, panting into my ear.

“I swear to fucking God, Tiffany,” he growled, “if you ever do something this stupid again, I will kill you.”

I giggled.

He nipped my ear hard. “I’m fucking serious.”

“I know,” I murmured back.

He lifted himself up to look down at me. “I need you to be scared of me.”

Aww.

I fluttered my lashes and cupped his cheek. “I rarely feel fear, but even if I did, I love you too much to be scared of you.”

Viktor put a palm over my hand to gently remove it. “You should be scared. I’m dangerous.”

After offering a small smile, I sighed. “Of course, you are.”

He snarled and lifted off me. “You’re trying to pacify me.”

“I’m trying to make you happy,” I countered.

“Then get up and get dressed. Pack your most important possessions. I will send men to collect the rest.”

I sat up and watched him put his cock back into his pants. “But why?”

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