Page 92 of Ruinous Need
“I thought about this every day.”
Then Viktor attacks my clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. Like he’s ravenous to taste me.
I stop holding back.
I don’t care about the noises I’m making. This man’s baby is inside me and nothing can change that fact. Nothing can tear us apart. It doesn’t matter how hard I scream, this man is not going anywhere.
The only one who gets to destroy me from now on is Viktor. And he’s planning to, right now.
“Not yet,” he growls when my body stiffens with the tell-tale tremors of an orgasm. “Hold it, Lisette, I want to be inside that sweet pregnant cunt when you explode for me.”
Then he slams himself to the hilt inside me in one powerful thrust, the movement taking my breath away.
He feels familiar but new. Like every sensation is heightened by his return and by the joyful fact that I’m carrying his child.
He’s not holding back because of my pregnancy, either.
“Yes, that’s my girl.” He’s fucking me so hard that he’s lifted me up, my legs wrapped tight around him as he pounds me against the wall.
I’m being held up just by his cock and the wall.
I claw at his back like a wild lioness released from a cage. In my shrieks of pleasure, in my primal movements, there’s every ounce of the pain I felt during our month of separation.
Viktor’s groan as he finishes isn’t low. It’s loud and animalistic, like he wants the entire building to hear him finish. He digs his teeth into my shoulder as his orgasm continues, leaning with both of our weight back against the wall and pinning my hips down to his cock as he fills me.
I look up at him in awe, feeling dazed, feeling satisfied, feeling amazed at the fact that I’m here again. In his arms. Safe.
Where I should be.
There’s a banging at the door again. It sounds vaguely familiar, as though it happened in the background of what we were just doing. I was so wrapped up with Viktor that I’d pushed it out of my mind.
My face reddens at the thought that people have heard me screaming with ecstasy. In a church, too.
“Oh.” Viktor smirks sleepily and drags his eyes away from me to the door. “I forgot about that.”
Markov bursts in just as Viktor manages to belt his pants together. He disregards our state of undress as though it’s what he had expected to find. If Viktor wasn’t standing right in front of me, Markov would be seeing me totally nude right now.
“Sir, everyone’s still in the church. They’re getting restless.”
He shoots a glance at my frilly dress on the ground, covered in blood from hugging Viktor and ripped from my shoulders by the same man. “Are you sure you want to do this right now? In this state?”
What is he talking about?
Viktor’s eyebrow lifts as he takes in my shocked expression.
“I’m sure. Give us a second,” he says over his shoulder to Markov, who backs away but doesn’t look as surprised as he should be.
“Another plan you haven’t told me about?” I arch my eyebrows and Viktor chuckles, kissing me. He captures his mouth in mine then pulls back.
“Plenty of time for that afterwards,” he says, though his voice is already husky with arousal again.
Viktor shrugs off his suit jacket and unknots his tie, unbuttoning his blood stained white shirt until I can see every inch of the ink staining his sculpted torso. The man is ripped, not just from the gym but from real power and danger.
He smirks knowingly, those black eyes flashing, as he watches the arousal curl in my eyes again. “Soon, little screamer.”
I raise my hand to his face as he tugs my panties back onto my hips and buttons the shirt over my pearl-white shimmery lingerie. The one part of my wedding outfit I was allowed to choose.
“What’s happening, Viktor?”
