Page 18 of Violent Love: Viktor
Slow. Shaky.
Then she looked up.
“Thank you for my meal, Master,” she whispered, hoarse and wet-eyed, blinking hard against the tears.
I unhooked the leash.
She remained kneeling—a broken doll, dripping and ashamed. But I didn’t need her broken yet. Not completely.
That would come later.
For now, I just smiled. Quiet. Satisfied.
A smile I’d have to hide from the Pakhan’s wife.
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“You’re looking pleased with yourself,” the Pakhan said, gazing out the car window.
I frowned.“Am I that obvious?”
“You are to me.” He turned toward me, eyes glinting.“You had your fun when I was clashing with Bunny. Now it’s your turn.”
I let my head fall back against the cream interior with a sigh. Deep down, I always knew karma would bite me in the ass. I just didn’t expect it to wear a collar and crawl.
“She still locked up?” he asked.
“Yes. It’s too soon to let her out. I’m waiting on the shock collar. Sergei’s going to amplify it for me.”
The car slowed. I straightened, scanning the street as we approached our destination.
“I should’ve thought of that,” the Pakhan mused, rubbing his beard.“Bunny might’ve enjoyed it.”
I ran a hand over my face, groaning.“She’s not supposed to enjoy being electrocuted. It’s a punishment.”
“There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure, brother. Endorphins, dopamine…It’s all biology.” He shot me a smirk.“Need a little tutelage?”
“Wait, do you still—? She’s pregnant,” I said, frowning, ignoring the knock on the window as Andryúsha waited outside.
“Only when she begs for it,” he replied with a grin, then opened his door and stepped out.
I followed, scanning the area out of habit while Andryúsha held the door for the Pakhan. Everything was in order.
And yet…his words lingered.
Natalya wasn’t Ania. But pain and pleasure?
Pain was a concept I understood all too well. Now I had the opportunity to test it out on my pet bitch.
The thought of twisting one into the other…
Was very fucking intriguing.
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It was Petrov’s final day.
I’d hoped he’d last longer, but the bastard had already suffered a heart attack. Luckily, the doctor saved him. Not out of kindness—just efficiency.
