Page 42 of Debt to the Mafia King
“Are you still mad at me?” He rumbled against my clit. I didn’t answer him, and my hands clawed at the blankets as he licked into me with one powerful swipe of his tongue. Chuckling, he did it again. “I thought that might be the case, but—” he screwed his tongue inside of me. Licking me from the inside out and pulling another moan from my lips before I could stop it.
“I came to remind you that there are perks to being my woman.”
I wanted to ask him what those perks were, but he was showing me, and like the fool I was, my body reacted to his careful onslaught.
Lifting my thighs over his shoulders, he parted me, his tongue tracing every inch of my flesh until I was moaning his name and tangling my fingers into his thick hair. I rode against his face, against the fingers he thrust up into me and curled, so I came apart at the seams, screaming.
“You can have this every night,” he tossed the blankets from us, his eyes looking up at me from between my thighs. “My tongue between your thighs, my hands in your body.” To prove his point, he reached upand cupped both of my breasts in his hands. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Leah. Tell me you would like that?”
Suctioning his lips over my clit, he sucked hard. His fingers were pistoning in and out of my body until my whole body turned to liquid, and I was screaming his name again. There was no way I could speak. All I could do was feel and hate myself for it.
“Taste yourself on me, Leah,” crawling up my body, he pressed his glistening lips to mine, his tongue demanding entrance as he reached between our bodies and guided himself to my entrance.
“Viktor, condoms—” the words were barely out of my mouth before he pushed himself home. My nails raked down his back at the intrusion and the feeling of absolute fullness it gave me.
Grabbing my wrists, he pushed them down on either side of my head, his movement increasing as he slammed into me again and again. And just like that, he seemed angry again. Like me mentioning birth control was a bad thing, when we both knew neither one of us wanted an unexpected pregnancy.
“No.” He ground out between his gritted teeth. His cheeks flushed as he struggled to maintain control.
“Viktor,” I struggled to move my hands, and he just pinned them down harder. His jaw set.
“No.” A groan ripped its way out of his throat as he emptied himself inside of me. “Condoms. Ever.” Completely spent, he fell to the side. Yanking me back against him. “Nothing is ever coming between the feel of your body around mine, Leah. Not ever,” he whispered. His breath tickled my skin.
I held my breath and waited for him to get up, but he didn’t move. He just lay there with his arm around my waist and his lips pressed against my shoulder. And it was nice, it felt almost normal.
“I hope I’ve put a baby in you tonight.” His breath moved the hair from my neck. “Maybe a baby will keep you in line.”
I stiffened, and his arms tightened around me, but only for a secondbefore he pushed the blanket away and stood up. Completely unashamed, he stood there naked and stared down at me, and I stared right back up.
Why did he have to go and say things like that? A baby wasn’t what we agreed to. It would never be something I agreed to with a man like him.
“You should get some sleep.”
“Can you stay with me, Viktor?” I didn’t know what made me say it, but the words came out of my mouth in a jumbled mess. “I mean, I know we aren’t a real couple, but when you leave right after sex, it makes me feel cheap.”
Pausing for just a second, he sighed. “Get some sleep, Leah.” Pressing his lips to my forehead, he walked away without looking back. I watched him walk away naked. He didn’t reach for his clothes, almost like he didn’t care if anyone saw him leave my room nude.
But maybe when you were as rich and powerful as he was, you didn’t need to worry about being naked. It wasn’t like the staff or his men were going to say anything. They would have plenty to say if it were me, though.
The door closing behind him sounded like a nail in a coffin—my coffin—because this arrangement just might kill me. I knew it now.
I would never survive this, so I needed to find a way to escape. A sob ripped its way out of my throat. I’d have to escape or find a way of living with Viktor, not as his wife, but as his possession.
And I wasn’t sure I could do either.
Chapter Fifteen
Leah
Up, breakfast, pick at the wallpaper, nap, food, stare out the window, and sleep again.
That was my life. Over and over again. The only reason I knew that any amount of time had passed was that the meals on the trays brought to my room were always different.
They were delicious, but I didn’t really taste anything. My mouth felt like cardboard, and day by day my spirit seemed to seep out of me.
This isolation was torture, which was exactly why Viktor was doing it. He wanted to break my spirit, and in a way, he was succeeding. But there was one thing he didn’t know about me.
And it was something he probably should have realized, I’d been broken before. Maybe not like this, but I had been at rock bottom, and even when I thought I couldn’t go on, I always managed to get up and dust myself off.
