Page 38 of His Grip

He kissed her with fierce urgency, his lips claiming hers as he guided her hands away from the temptation of his straining cock. His fingers dug into her skin, lifting her effortlessly, and in a swift motion, he turned her to face him, their bodies aligned. He spread her legs, positioning her beneath him, a dominant move that left Sofia feeling both vulnerable and intensely aware.

“Viktor,” she moaned with longing, her body arching toward him as he continued his slow, deliberate path down her body.

He paused, looking up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You belong to me tonight,” he whispered. “All of you," he growledagainst her lips, his voice a primal claim. "And I'm going to make you feel it."

His kiss deepened, his tongue invading her mouth, possessing her. She tasted his hunger, mirroring her own, as their desire escalated. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, urging him on.

With a growl, he lifted her, positioning his hard cock at her entrance. She was wet and ready, her body yearning for his possession. He teased her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her sensitive bud, making her gasp and arch into him.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me, Viktor. Now."

With a powerful thrust, he plunged into her, filling her in one stroke. She cried out, her body trembling as he filled her completely, stretching and claiming her. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size, his thick length buried deep within her.

"Feel me, Sofia," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Feel how deep I am inside you."

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each withdrawal and penetration sent waves of pleasure through her body. His cock rubbed against her sweet spots, eliciting moans and pleas from her lips.

"Yes, Viktor," she panted, her hands clutching his shoulders. "Harder... please..."

He obliged, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving into her with primal urgency. Their bodies slapped together, a rhythmic beat that echoed in the room. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles that sent her over the edge.

"Come for me, Sofia," he demanded, his voice commanding. "Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

Her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure. She cried out his name, her body convulsing around his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her.

They stayed tangled together, their bodies moving in tandem as they rode out the aftermath of the storm they had just created. Viktor collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, his chest heaving with each breath as they both settled into the warmth of each other’s embrace.

Sofia let herself relax into him, her heart still racing, her body still humming with the aftermath of what they’d just shared. She felt vulnerable, open, and for the first time in a long while, she let herself enjoy the peace of his arms around her, the comfort of being completely, utterly claimed by him.

With his lips pressed to her forehead, Viktor whispered, “Rest now. You’re safe with me.”

And for the first time in a long while, Sofia believed it.

CHAPTER 14

Viktor

Finding out about Andrei’s betrayal filled Viktor with both anger and sadness. He had considered Andrei more than just a soldier; he had thought of him as a friend. But Andrei had taken that trust and tossed it in the trash. To make matters worse, this revelation came at a time when Viktor needed to be strong, keeping his empire on solid ground. Was he doing a great job of that? No. But he was more determined than ever. He had faced worse and come out stronger.

He sauntered away from his office, where he had been stuck all morning, buried in plans and intel to infiltrate high-risk places and take them down. As he made his way to the kitchen, he slowly began to brew a pot of coffee—one for himself and another for Sofia.

Fuck.

They were finally in a good place. He liked her more than he cared to admit, and things were going great. He wanted it to remain that way, but there were pressing issues within his empire that needed his attention first. With the coffeepercolating in the corner, Viktor’s eyes landed on a book left discarded on the island. His gaze narrowed instinctively. With everything going on around him, he couldn’t trust a book just lying there.

He walked over, picked it up, and opened it. The handwriting was spectacularly bad, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Sofia. He recognized it immediately—her notebook, marked by her hurried, messy scrawl. He should drop it. But as he made to do just that, he saw his name, and his breath hitched.

His fingers brushed against the page, but his body stiffened as he took in her notes—observations, names, and details.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. It was everything he had feared. Sofia was gathering information about him, his business, and his moves. She had been watching, analyzing, and yet he had never seen it coming.

This wasn’t just a few scattered thoughts; it was methodical. Calculated. His heart twisted in his chest. She had been keeping secrets from him. She had been spying on him.

The notebook felt heavy in his hands as he opened it, each page only deepening the betrayal he felt. He had allowed himself to trust her, to believe that she was a partner in this. But she wasn’t just his wife. She was a threat.

His mind raced. Why was she doing this? What did it mean? Was she working with someone else? Alexei, perhaps? The very thought of it made Viktor’s blood boil.

When Sofia finally walked into the room, Viktor’s eyes locked onto hers, the tension palpable. She froze as she took in the notebook on the desk. She already knew. Her face betrayed her.

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