Page 40 of His Grip

Her words hit him harder than he expected, the raw honesty behind them unsettling. Viktor’s heart beat faster, a rush of emotions stirring within him that he wasn’t ready to face. He didn’t want to feel anything for her. He didn’t want to care. And yet, everything she said made him question that.

“You really think I want to keep you out?” Viktor whispered now, the anger beginning to subside. There was a vulnerability there he wasn’t ready to confront. “I never asked you to be a part of this world, Sofia. I never wanted to drag you into this mess. But you’re here. And you chose to stay. That means something, whether you like it or not.”

She didn’t respond immediately, but the shift in her eyes was enough. There was something in them, something softening, something that spoke of understanding. She wasn’t the cold, calculating woman she’d been in the beginning. Not anymore.

“I didn’t choose to be in this world, Viktor,” Sofia said quietly. “I chose to be with you. That’s the difference.”

The words hung in the space between them, their weight settling heavily. Viktor inhaled sharply, fighting to maintain hiscomposure. There was nothing he could say to that, nothing that would take back the past moments of confusion and hurt. But something was changing. Something was shifting inside of him.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, the touch almost tentative. His hand lingered there, just above her skin, his body fighting the desire to pull her closer, to erase the distance between them.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” Viktor said, his words coming out as a rasp. “But damn it, Sofia... I don’t know if I can let you go either.”

Sofia’s breath hitched, and for the first time since everything had started to unravel, she closed the gap between them. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t hesitant. She lifted her hand to his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his shirt. “You don’t have to trust me right now. But I need you to understand, Viktor… this wasn’t about betraying you. It was about protecting my24 self, and understanding who you really are. And I?—”

Viktor's lips captured hers, silencing her words with a kiss that was pure, raw hunger. It was a kiss of need, of unspoken desires finally unleashed. His hand cradled her face, drawing her closer as he deepened the kiss, his teeth gently nipping her lower lip. The fire that had been smoldering between them erupted, their bodies pressing together as if seeking to merge into one.

Sofia's hands slid up his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin, matching his feverish intensity. Every touch was electric, their movements desperate and demanding. Viktor's hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, their bodies becoming a single, scorching entity.

He ground his hard cock against her, the evidence of his desire leaving no room for doubt. She could feel his length, thick and rigid, pressing into her softness, seeking entry, demanding surrender.

Moans and pleas escaped their lips, a chorus of unspoken need. He kissed her neck, sucking and biting, marking her as his own. His hands roamed her body, cupping and kneading her breasts, thumbs teasing her hardened nipples until she was writhing with pleasure.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and panting, Sofia’s eyes were wide, her pupils dilated with desire. Viktor could feel her heart racing, matching his own, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The anger, the betrayal—it didn’t matter. Not right now.

Viktor lifted her effortlessly, his hands sliding under her, and in one smooth motion, he carried her to the bed.

Viktor moved with purpose, his hands firm but careful as he undressed her. Each motion was deliberate as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her beneath his fingertips, each inch of skin exposed, sending a fire deep through him. Sofia’s breath quickened, the anticipation of what was to come swirling in the charged space between them.

Her body reacted instinctively, the heat of their closeness igniting a passion that had been building since the first moment they met. She didn’t pull away, didn’t question it—there was no time for hesitation now. She reached for him, her fingers slipping beneath his shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest, the roughness of his skin. The feeling of him, so solid and real, made her pulse race, her body urging her forward.

Viktor watched her with dark eyes, his lips barely curving into a smile. “I don’t need you to question this, Sofia,” he murmured, but there was no mistaking the intent in his words. His lips brushed against her neck, sending a shiver through her as he gently kissed the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.

“You think I’m questioning this?” Sofia’s breath was shaky, but her hands were steady, tracing the sharp edges of his jaw,the line of his throat. She could feel his pulse beneath her touch, matching hers. The raw energy between them was undeniable.

His eyes darkened, his hands sliding lower, cupping her body, pulling her against him. “I think you need to stop asking questions,” Viktor murmured, his bass like velvet over steel, “and let me show you how much you’ve underestimated me.”

With those words, he kissed her again, his lips firm and insistent. It was a kiss that spoke of need, of hunger. His tongue moved against hers, hot and deep, as his hands roamed over her body, no longer patient, no longer careful. Every inch of him pressed closer, his chest flushes against hers as he pulled her tighter.

Sofia’s hands were on him, in his hair, down his back, everywhere she could reach. Her body ached for more, the connection between them igniting a fire that had been building for too long. She moaned into the kiss, a sound of surrender, of desperation. Her body was burning, her skin alive with the intensity of the moment, and nothing else mattered except the feeling of him, so close, so demanding.

When they finally broke the kiss, gasping, Sofia’s eyes met his, full of need and want. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” she whispered, her being immersed in desire. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and it was driving her wild.

Viktor didn’t respond with words. Instead, he moved with precision, his hands pushing the fabric of her clothes aside as he guided her back onto the bed. His body followed hers, and in one fluid motion, he was over her, the weight of him pressing her into the soft sheets beneath them.

Every touch, every movement was slow, drawn out, as if Viktor was savoring every second. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands sliding up her legs, his touch making her shiver as he explored every inch of her skin. Sofia moaned into the kiss, her body arching toward him, eager for the next step,for the release that had been building between them since their first touch.

“Do you want this?” Viktor asked, the words low but full of authority.

Sofia’s answer was immediate, her hands grazing his shoulders, pulling him closer. “Yes. I want you.”

That was all he needed. With a growl of his own, Viktor closed the gap between them, their bodies coming together in a rush of heat and need. He flipped her around so she was on her back, with her ass in the air. Pulling his hard dick out of his pants, Viktor buried it inside her pussy, already drenched and wet for him, despite the moment. Sofia moaned and grabbed a pillow, burying her face inside to keep her screams from getting out. Viktor's hands gripped her hips with possessive force, his movements fueled by anger and unspoken disappointment. Each thrust was a silent accusation, his body demanding what his words could not express. Sofia's body arched to meet his, her hands grasping his shoulders, leaving imprints of her desperation on his skin. He went deeper as he replayed what she had done in his head, fucking her harder, without any form of restraint. She thrashed and turned beneath him, a brutal sound escaping her lips when he hit her sweet spot. Her ass moved in the air as Viktor thrust, one hand holding her long hair and the other on her hips.

The intensity of their lovemaking escalated, each moment hotter, each touch harder, as if they were trying to outdo the other in a dance of unspoken emotions. “Call my name!” he instructed, feeling her pussy holding his dick tight, a tell that an orgasm was on its way.

“Viktor,” she moaned as her ass kept moving above him until she felt her knees weak. Her body trembled as the force of her release took hold. A cry, part pleasure, and part surrender, escaped her lips, her voice breaking on his name. He pulled outof her only for a fraction of a second and then pushed in again, allowing his anger to fuel his drive. Viktor's release was swift and primal. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his body stiffening as a wave of satisfaction washed over him, temporarily silencing his anger.

He held her tightly, their bodies still entwined, hearts racing. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the aftermath of their passionate encounter leaving them both breathless and raw.

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