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“You’ve got a big ego, Viktor. But I’m more than a challenge to prove your skills.”

“Maybe,” he said, tone serious once more. “But I think you secretly enjoy sparring with me. I can almost see it in your eyes, the way you light up with every retort.”

“Or maybe I just like the idea of making you suffer.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, warming her in a way she didn’t expect. “That’s the spirit, Sofia. Keep that fire burning.”

Viktor's hands moved from the swell of her hips back to her waist. “I would have let you go if I couldn't feel your body practically begging for me. Your nipples—still offended I ignored them last night—yearn to be fondled. Will you really deny them the pleasure?”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Sofia retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control.

“But I do,” he continued, his voice low and tantalizing. “How long do you plan to hold out? When I fuck you, I promise you’ll be grateful. I’ll have your hands above your head, and you’ll stare into my eyes as I take you slowly and deliberately. Of course, we’ll switch up the tempo. I love it hard and rough, too. I want to hear your moans echoing through these walls, to feel your pussy clenching around me.”

Heat pooled between her thighs as she felt his erection pressing against her. A tingling urge to touch him surged through her. She closed her eyes, toes curling inward as she fought against the overwhelming waves of emotions. Her mind screamed at her to resist, yet her body betrayed her, responding to him in ways that left her feeling helpless. Desire twisted like a coiling serpent in her stomach and warmth pooled in the dampness of her panties.

Viktor pressed impossibly close. “You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. As he shifted his hand at her waist, a jolt of sensation coursed through her. Sofia's eyes snapped open, tension coiling within her, ready to lash out. But he was too close; the space between them was nonexistent, and everything in her told her to stay still.

Swallowing thickly, she struggled to focus amid the rapid beating of her heart. “You’re delusional if you think I’m going to let you have your way with me. I can’t be with someone like you, Viktor. You are too…”

“Sexy? Dominant? A thirst trap for you?”

“None of that,” she snapped, annoyed despite the flush creeping up her cheeks.

Viktor’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “We both know that’s not true. And I’m going to prove it.”

Her mouth fell open as he effortlessly lifted her off the floor, carrying her to the desk, clearing it of folders and papers with a mix of thuds and whispers. “Are you bothered about those?” Viktor drawled, glancing at the mess. “Don’t worry. I’m sure Konstantin would mind. After all, I’m just trying to satisfy his daughter.”

“He didn't ask you to, and neither did I,” she whispered, immediately taken aback by the way his hands explored her exposed skin as he tugged her pants down to her knees. The cool air brushed against her thighs, heightening her sensitivity. His eyes drank her in with a hunger she knew he had indulged in before, and now she was exactly where she hoped she wouldn’t be, yet part of her couldn’t deny the thrill turning her on.

Viktor was caught between desire and control, hooked a finger at the edge of her black lace panties, pushing it aside, and pressed his fingers against her aching core. A deep groan escaped him, and Sofia thought she might lose it. Her hands gripped the edges of the table, her head rolling back, exactly as he’d promised. She fought to distance herself from the flood of emotions he caused but found it nearly impossible as he focused on her folds with a mixture of roughness and tenderness.

As he stroked her, Sofia's body shuddered in response, pleading for more. “Oh, Viktor,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut, her mind unable to process the mixture of fear and pleasure overwhelming her. She was acutely aware of the risk of being caught—her father’s secretary was just on the other side of the door—but that thrill only heightened her arousal, legs spread apart for the man she was to marry.

Viktor teased her, pushing his middle finger near her entrance, lingering just long enough to draw a desperate moan from her lips while never fully sliding in. Each brush sent waves of need crashing through her, and she could feel herself dripping for him, the intensity causing Viktor’s cock to throbin response. He pressed against her, urging her closer, and the hunger in his eyes mirrored her own. He was a man who took what he wanted, and despite everything, there was something undeniably alluring about that trait.

“Please,” Sofia whimpered, barely able to control herself.

“Please, what?” he asked, his amusement lingering in his tone.

“Just... please,” she murmured, desperation coloring her words.

Just when Sofia thought the torment would never end, he withdrew his fingers and stood back, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. “Now, do you still not want me?”

Sofia stared at him, disheveled and disoriented, as he turned and walked out of the office, leaving her pulsing with desire and wanting more.

CHAPTER 5

Viktor

The wedding guests were vaguely familiar, a blur of faces filling the grand space. Yet Viktor barely noticed them. His focus was entirely on the woman walking toward him. Her every step seemed to echo in his chest, louder than the ceremonial music playing in the background. In mere minutes, she’d be his wife.

Viktor had never given marriage much thought until Konstantin’s offer. Even then, he hadn’t truly understood what it would mean. But now, as Sofia approached in a white dress that left him breathless, the weight of it hit him all at once. What would it be like to have her, wholly and completely, as his? Could she ever truly belong to him?

Would his enemies use her against him? It was a fleeting concern—Viktor doubted they’d be so bold, not when this union was a power play.. Still, there was one glaring problem: Sofia didn’t like him.

When she finally drew close enough, Viktor allowed himself a moment to study her. She wore light makeup, her luminousgray eyes standing out even more than usual. But they wouldn’t meet his. Instead, they fixed on the front of his shirt, distant and unyielding.

He caught her hesitation as she opened her mouth to speak, then stopped.

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