Page 44 of Ruinous Need
Who is this person? I wonder as I watch myself in the mirror, my mouth-half open with lust, a sheen of sweat all over my body, allowing him to control me.
At least he’s looking desperate too. His face is dark, but not with anger or violence. With something closer to obsession.
That’s my consolation prize. Even as he teases me, delays my orgasm, Viktor is getting closer to the edge of a cliff too. “You’re killing me.” His voice is low and strained. “Would you let me fuck you there?”
I nod my head. I wouldn’t just let him. I’d beg for it.
But still he refuses to give me his cock. Even in my ass.
He does, at least, give me release, rubbing relentless circles over my clit until he forces an orgasm out of me. My pussy still feels neglected and empty, pulsing around nothing as I scream and hold tighter on the pole until my knuckles are white.
I think it’s over. But one is never enough for this insatiable monster.
Leaving the knife handle stuffed in my ass, Viktor dips his head to lick the juices from my pussy. He drops to his knees and presses his face against me as though he’s starved.
The groan he makes when he tastes me will echo in my head forever. He dives in again, lapping at my juices, filling my empty hole with his tongue while his thumb swipes over my pulsing clit, again and again.
“Mmm.” I try to hold it back, but I’m a wreck.
I whimper at the sensation of Viktor’s hot mouth all over me. All he has to do is breathe in the direction of my clit for another moan to rip free from my chest.
Finally, I feel full. I scream out with an orgasm, my legs shaking and Viktor’s face the only thing that’s holding me up as I drench him with my arousal.
When he slips his tongue out of me, he licks up every last drop. I whimper as he tugs the knife handle out of my ass, carefully, reverently, and he sweeps my sweaty hair back from my forehead.
“You did so well, little screamer.”
CHAPTER 17
LISETTE
THE WIND WHIPS through my hair. It’s a freezing day, but I want to tilt my head back and laugh at the sky.
The open sky. Gloomy clouds have never looked so beautiful, and the New York winter has never felt so bright.
Viktor might have assigned me my personal prison guard in Daria, but it was easy to convince her to head down to the bakery for a treat. She’s basically the female version of Viktor — emotionless and scary on the outside, but softer now that I’ve gotten to know her.
“Viktor never buys me treats,” I complained to her, talking up my craving for a pumpkin-spice latte. I shoved the credit card into her hands, even though it would have been easier to take it with me. I can’t even hail a cab with no cell phone and no wallet.
The escape was surprisingly simple. I just don’t think they’d expected that I could squeeze through the dog door. My budding friendship with Chekhov put the idea in my head a few days ago.
Was the escape plan also sparked by the way Viktor’s been treating me lately, withdrawing from the simplest interaction as though I’m made of some kind of explosive material he might set off?
Perhaps.
If I can’t hang out with Merc and Ben, and he’s going to be so angsty, I need a break. I need real human interaction that isn’t just sitting on a couch in an apartment.
Thankfully, Viktor has a person-sized dog.
Chekhov watched me closely as I climbed through his dog door, which I found strangely comforting. Like he was coaching me on how to use it.
Once I squeezed my shoulders through, it was easy to drag my hips the rest of the way and land on the freezing concrete pavers of the courtyard. I brushed myself off, wiping black fluffy dog fur from the woolen coat, and twined the pink cashmere scarf around my head.
Someone might have seen me cross the yard, but I had my hair wrapped in the scarf and I was covered in a long gray coat from Viktor’s shopping trip. Hopefully, I was unrecognizable, if these supposed gangs who are tracking me down were close enough to see the courtyard of Viktor’s apartment.
He’s going to be so angry with me. I chew my lip as I think about how he’s going to react.
But I promised my friends I would do the show tonight.
