Page 37 of His Grip

“Bullshit.” She laughed, but it was devoid of humor. “I want the truth.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he warned.

“I know exactly what I’m asking, Viktor.”

He took a step closer, but this time, he didn’t seem as threatening as usual. The weight of the quiet hung between them like a thick fog, neither of them willing to break it.

“I can’t let you get hurt again,” he finally whispered, barely above the sound of their breaths. “Not like that.”

Sofia didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, she just nodded, unsure of where the conversation was headed. She didn’t want to admit that his words affected her, didn’t want toacknowledge that she was beginning to care—about him, about all of this.

But she couldn’t help it.

The room was thick with an unsaid understanding, both of them silently acknowledging what had happened, and what was to come. The room was still, the weight of Viktor’s words hanging between them. Sofia couldn’t break the stare between them, couldn’t bring herself to look away. His expression was unreadable, yet the rawness in his eyes told her something different—a vulnerability that she hadn’t seen before. For the first time, he wasn’t hiding behind the cold, calculating persona he usually wore so well.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Viktor repeated, but this time, there was a tremor in it—a whisper of something real. He took another step closer, seemingly swallowing up the distance between them. His eyes dropped to her lips, and for a moment, Sofia thought he might kiss her, but he didn’t.

Instead, he closed the distance and lowered his head, resting his forehead gently against hers. The intimacy of it was almost suffocating, and Sofia’s breath hitched at the sudden closeness. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the vulnerability he was allowing her to see.

“Viktor…” Sofia began, but her words trailed off, uncertain. Her heart was pounding, her pulse racing with every passing second.

He lifted his head, his lips just a breath away from hers. “Don’t say anything,” he murmured roughly, as though the words were a struggle. “Just let me take care of you.”

His hands came up to frame her face, the roughness of his fingertips contrasting with the gentleness of his touch. Viktor’s stare was dark as he hovered above Sofia, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The atmosphere between them was sizzling with anticipation. He wasn’t just here—he was consuming her, mindand body. Every inch of her body ignited as his lips trailed fiery paths along her skin. His touch was like a brand, searing her with unspoken desire. She had always been aware of his strength, his commanding presence that filled the room, but now, as his lips moved against hers, she felt the full force of their mutual hunger.

His kiss was insistent, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming and possessing. She tasted the heat and hunger that mirrored her own growing desire. Her body arched into his, a willing participant in this dance of passion. Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders, fingers digging into his hard muscles, urging him closer.

He pressed her against him, his rigid cock a blatant reminder of his desire. She could feel his length, thick and insistent, pressing against her softness, seeking entry, demanding surrender.

Moans of pleasure escaped their lips, a symphony of need and desire. His hands explored her body, cupping and kneading her breasts, thumbs brushing and teasing her hardened nipples until she was squirming with want.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled against her mouth, his breath hot and needy. "You want me to take charge, to make you beg for release."

She whimpered, her body trembling on the edge of surrender. "Yes," she breathed, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take what he wanted.

His mouth left a trail of kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking, marking her as his own. Sofia’s heart hammered in her chest, her body vibrating with a mixture of need and desire she couldn’t suppress. Every muscle in her body was coiled, straining toward him. She wanted more. She wanted him, all of him. She wanted to feel the weight of him, his strength, the rawness of what they were about to share.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” Viktor’s pitch was a low, gravelly whisper, as though he, too, could barely stand the delay. His lips moved down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sofia’s hands fisted in his shirt, tugging him closer, her breath hitching as his mouth moved lower.

He kissed her, the rawness of it sending a thrill through her. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t restrained. It was hungry—demanding. His hands slid beneath her clothes, roaming over her skin, making her shiver under the intensity of his touch. Each press of his fingers, each stroke of his hand made her pulse quicken, the ache between her legs growing unbearable. His hands traveled down her body, fingers sliding beneath her skirt, finding the wet heat between her thighs.

"So wet for me," he murmured, his fingers stroking her sensitive clit. "You want my cock inside you, don't you?"

She nodded, her body on fire, her pussy throbbing with need. He teased her, his fingers stroking and circling her sweet spot, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, denying her the release she craved.

Sofia couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. She needed him, needed to taste him, to claim him. Viktor growled, his lips capturing hers again, his tongue slipping past her parted lips. He responded with equal fervor, kissing her like a man starved, and in that moment, Sofia realized that she, too, was starved for him.

Her hands slid lower, fingers working at the waistband of his pants, as she tugged them down, impatient, eager. Viktor broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he stared down at her, his chest rising and falling with the force of his desire. There was a ghost of something in his eyes—raw, animalistic, untamed. It was the part of him she hadn’t seen before. The part that was fully exposed to her now.

“Are you sure?” Viktor asked, his laden thick with lust, his hand resting lightly on her waist as if giving her a chance to back out.

Sofia’s eyes locked onto his, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she nodded, a wicked smile curling on her lips. “No going back now,” she whispered, the words a challenge more than anything else. The moment she spoke, she yanked him closer, her hands sliding down to the button of his jeans.

Viktor’s eyes darkened with approval. “I’ll make you feel things you never thought possible,” he promised in a deep growl that sent a shiver of excitement down Sofia’s spine.

Sofia’s breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips trailing down her body, over her collarbone, her chest, before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation as he kissed her stomach, his tongue flicking over the soft skin, tasting her.

The space around them felt charged, every movement, every touch, adding to the pressure building between them. Viktor’s hands slid up her thighs, pulling her hips closer to his mouth, and the second she felt the heat of his breath between her legs, Sofia gasped, her fingers splayed on the sheets as her body reacted to him, needing him in a way that terrified her.

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