Page 54 of Ruinous Need
“He’s a monster, Viktor. I can’t believe you don’t see that.”
“We’re all monsters, in the Bratva.”
“You’re so blinded by your own self-hatred that you can’t see what he’s doing. What he’s made you into, sending you on this hunt for vengeance so you never pay attention to what he’s doing in your own home.”
“He didn’t make me into anything, Lisette. I made myself. This is who I am. Lower than him. A monster who no one wanted as leader. And it’s because of that, because I have no loyalty, that I can let myself do this to you.”
He drops his hand between my legs, exploring my wetness.
“Whatever you are to him, whatever plans you’ve made together, you wantme.And that’s enough, even if you’re going to marry him.”
“I wish I didn’t have to.”
“But you do.” His tone drips with resentment. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever claim he has to you, I can still use you like this. And you’ll let me.”
He drops to his knees and kisses my clit, his tongue rough and relentless.
I hate that he’s right.
I’m engaged to Semyon. There is no way for me to get around that. There is no solution where I don’t end up on the altar… Not unless I want my family dead.
Duress or not, I’m engaged to Semyon. Not Viktor. And yet I don’t move to stop him. I don’t say no. My stomach flips. Maybe he is right.
I spread my legs wider as he ravages me with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, opening me up until my hands twine in his hair and the force of his passion pushes me against the wall.
“Little screamer,” Viktor rasps as he stands up, pushing me flat against the wall and covering my mouth with his.
Then, his face twists into something ugly.
“Did he make you scream?”
I refuse to reply, hot tears welling up in my eyes. His hand wraps around my throat and he speaks right against my ear.
“What did he offer you? To get you to marry him?”
My mouth falls open.
“You still believe…”
“Money? A life of wealth? Or did you really love him?”
“He didn’t…” I start to explain, but I don’t think Viktor’s really listening.
He forces my chin up so that I have to meet his eyes, as though he can find the answer there in the face of my silence. “I’m just curious, Lisette. After all, it wasn’t hard to get you in bed. I wonder if Semyon needed to offer you anything at all.”
He drops his hand between my legs. Even with his words, with the cruel edge to his voice, I’m soaked at his touch. I hate myself for it.
I shake my head. “I won’t tell you. Not if you’re going to treat me like this.”
He narrows his eyes at that, then leans close. His stubble brushes against me as he whispers: “But you like it when I treat you like this.”
He brings his hand over my clit, and I let out a moan that’s half arousal, half denial of the wetness he spreads along my slit.
“Even if you marry him, this needy little cunt will always be mine.”
I nod my head, my cheeks flaming and tears hot on my cheeks at the thought of having to marry someone else.
“Good girl. Whose cunt is it?”
