Page 27 of His Grip

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Know what, Sofia?”

Before she could answer, Viktor’s mouth was on hers—slamming into her with an intensity that left her no time to think. The kiss was brutal, desperate, and filled with the rawhunger they both tried to suppress. His hands roamed down to her waist, pulling her flush against him, and Sofia gasped at the heat of his body.

The desk was only a few steps away, and Viktor didn’t hesitate. He lifted her effortlessly, setting her on top of it.

The world outside of them seemed to vanish. All that existed was that feeling, the heat, the need—an explosive force that neither of them could deny any longer. Viktor’s hands lurched out to the edges of the desk, his body towering over hers as he loomed close, the energy between them thick with unspoken desire. The intensity of his scowl sent a thrill down Sofia’s spine, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She had never seen this side of him before—not like this. There were no walls here, no pretense. Just raw, pulsing need.

He pulled away from her lips, his heart pounding as he looked down at her. His eyes flicked to the journal still open on the desk beside her, then back to her face, dark with something that wasn’t just anger. It was deeper than that. More dangerous.

“You wanted answers, Sofia,” he murmured. “But I think you’re looking for something else.”

Before she could respond, his hand shot out, cupping the back of her neck with a hold that was both tender and commanding. He leaned in close, his lips stroking against her ear as he whispered, “I know what you need.”

Her body tensed, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside her. Desire warred with doubt, with the remnants of the conversation she had overheard. But then Viktor kissed her again, this time slow and deep, and all thoughts of betrayal, of secrets, of Andrei, melted away.

She opened her mouth to him without hesitation, surrendering to the heat that consumed them both. His hands were everywhere now, sliding under her shirt, tearing at the fabric like it was nothing. His touch ignited every nerve inher body, pulling her into the vortex of passion she had been resisting for so long.

“Viktor,” she uttered his name in a soft gasp, the words slipping out between kisses.

His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending jolts of pleasure racing through her. He wasn’t gentle. Not tonight. Not with the fury that simmered beneath his surface, the hunger that had been building between them for months. She wasn’t thinking anymore. There was no room for thought—only sensation. Only Viktor.

He paused, just for a moment, his face inches from hers, his chest rising and falling with every shallow inhale. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he drawled, rasping with desire.

Sofia swallowed, her body aching with need, the heat between them unbearable. “Yes,” she whispered, her hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel the bare skin beneath. She needed him—now.

With a low growl of approval, Viktor kissed her again, and this time, it wasn’t soft or measured. It was desperate, frantic, as if they both feared that if they didn’t seize this moment, it would slip away.

Sofia stiffened as Viktor’s hands slid down her body, his touch searing through the fabric of her dress. She didn’t have time to process the sudden shift in the room, the anxiety crackling between them as he loomed over her, his eyes dark and filled with intent.

Without a word, Viktor reached for the straps of her dress, his fingers deftly slipping them off her shoulders. The fabric slid down her skin, pooling around her feet. Sofia stood before him in nothing but her lacy lingerie, her body exposed, vulnerable in a way that made her pulse race.

His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of her, and his hands immediately went to her chest, cupping her breastswith a possessiveness that made her gasp. The sensation of his palms against her sensitive skin sent tremors through her, and her nipples hardened under his touch, desperate for more.

"You are under my command, Sofia," he muttered, leaning down to press his lips against her neck. His fingers trailed lower, gliding through the lace of her panties before finally sliding between her thighs. She gasped as his fingers grazed her clit, the sensation sending a jolt through her body.

She could feel the heat radiating from him as his fingers circled her, dipping just enough to tease, to make her ache for more. Every touch was deliberate, calculated like he was claiming her with every stroke.

"Viktor..." she sighed in pleasure.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he slid his fingers inside her, pushing in deeply, his thumb pressing against her clit as he began to move. Sofia’s body responded instinctively, her hips rocking against his hand as she fought to keep herself grounded. But Viktor wasn’t giving her the chance. He was relentless, his touch almost punishing, but it felt like he owned every inch of her body, bending her to his will.

With each thrust, he pulled more and more from her, her body contracting, her heart pounding. She felt herself getting closer, closer to something she couldn't quite name, but her body knew it. She could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her clit throbbing under the pressure of his touch.

He moved even faster, and her body responded eagerly, pressing closer, desperate for more. Then, with a sudden, forceful movement, he pulled his fingers away and pushed her roughly against the desk. Sofia gasped, but the sound was swallowed by the intensity in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he unzipped his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing in the soundless void of the room. He was hard, his cock throbbing with need, and Sofia couldn’t help but reachfor him, her fingers trembling as she wrapped her hand around him, guiding him to where she was aching for him most.

Viktor’s hand closed over hers, guiding her movements for a moment before he took charge again, positioning himself at her entrance. There was no teasing now, no hesitation. He pushed inside her in one smooth motion, filling her completely, his hands on her hips as he pulled her to him. The sensation was almost too much, and Sofia cried out, her body reacting to him with a desperate urgency.

He began to move, slowly at first, his thrusts deep and measured, each one causing Sofia to gasp in pleasure and frustration, her body already building toward the climax that she knew was inevitable. Viktor’s hands roamed over her, covering her breasts, her hips, anything he could touch, his body driving into hers with an intensity that left her reeling.

The desk was cold beneath her palms, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Viktor, the way he made her feel, the way his cock stretched her, filled her, claimed her. The world outside the room faded into nothingness as they moved together, a perfect rhythm of power and passion.

Her body tensed again, the pressure building inside her, until it was too much to bear. She was teetering on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation. Viktor’s thrusts grew faster, more frantic, and with a final, forceful push, he drove into her, hitting a spot so deep that it sent her spiraling over the edge.

Her orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through her in a wild, untamed force. She cried out his name, her hands clutching the desk as her body convulsed in pleasure. Viktor followed soon after, his own release crashing over him, a low growl escaping his lips as he buried himself deep within her.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting heavily, the awkward pause between them thick with the aftermath of their explosive encounter. Sofia’s body was stilltingling, still trembling, and she could feel Viktor all around her, as if he had claimed every inch of her.

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