Page 13 of Violent Love: Viktor
“Are you going to behave like a good pet should?” I asked as I dried her breasts.
“Da,” she whispered.
“Do you know what will happen if you don’t?”
She nodded—jerky, terrified.
“I don’t want to cut into this skin,” I said, trailing a finger slowly down her arm, watching the goosebumps rise.“But if I have to, I will.”
The dripping of the showerhead didn’t mask her loud swallow.
“If you obey, you won’t have a problem,” I added, tracing her collarbone. My hands had ended more lives than I could count. They didn’t belong on something so soft. So unmarked.“The Bratva rules say you should be dead. But you get one chance to become a well-trained bitch.”
Her head snapped up. And I welcomed the moment her eyes met mine.
They were full of everything I expected—fear, disgust, hatred and rage.
“I am your Master. I own your life,” I said, my voice calm, cold, final.
Her lips trembled. Her tears came fast.
I caught the first one on her cheek and rubbed it into her skin with my thumb.
“On your knees. Now.”
My voice cracked through the room like a whip.
She sobbed—but obeyed. Collapsing onto her hands and knees.
As she stared at my feet, I smiled and patted her head.
“Good,Suka.”
She wasn’t broken.
Not yet.
But her hatred only fuelled my need to destroy every last piece of defiance inside her.
Chapter 6
Natalya
Tears of rage and self-loathing hit the floor, dark spots on cold tile, as I stared at his polished shoes and black trousers. Then his hand came down and patted me on the head.
Like a fucking dog.
But I didn’t move.
Couldn’t move.
My body was hollow. My limbs trembled like they no longer belonged to me. Hunger gnawed at me distantly, but it was nothing compared to the bone-deep terror still echoing in my chest.
I’d seen what they did to Petrov.
The images hadn’t left me—not when I vomited, not when I passed out, not even now. I could still hear the soft, wet squelch of his skin being peeled from his face. The metallic scent of blood clung to my nostrils, thick and endless. I’d smelled it even in sleep.
There was no defying a man like Viktor.
