Page 49 of Sins He Taught Me (Bratva Crime Syndicate 3)

Matvei

I haven’t felt this kind of resolve in weeks, and it’s all because of Victoria and her father. In some sick way, seeing the two of them at my mercy brought clarity to my world. For weeks now, I’ve let her make me weak, distracting me with her body. Tempting me with her very presence.

Now that I’ve reestablished control, I feel calm.

This is what I’ve needed. Since the minute she stepped into my home, I’ve let the woman knock me off my game, to the point where even my own men are mentioning it. They could see how feeble I’d become, Victoria occupying spaces in my mind that she had no business in. Everything is now back in its rightful place. Order has been restored.

I finish my work in my office and close my new laptop, glancing at the fried one in the corner. It was nothing to replace it and transfer over the files, but I’m still annoyed that I had to do so in the first place. The one good thing is that now Victoria knows not to touch what doesn’t belong to her.

What did she think she was going to do? Pull one over on me and turn me in? She can’t possibly think I would be so careless.

Still, I’ll have to be more careful. I doubt she’ll try anything as foolish again, but she’s one to keep my eye on. More security around the house. More cameras, always trained on her, always watching to see if she makes any more stupid decisions.

I close my office door and prepare to head downstairs when I hear two voices coming from Nikolas’ room. I take a step closer and listen.

“Will you read me a bedtime story, Victoria?” Nikolas asks.

“I …” She struggles to speak. “I can’t right now, Niko.” There’s a sorrow in her voice that I haven’t heard from her before.

“Please?”

“Niko, I can’t, okay? I can’t.” Her voice cracks, and it sounds like she’s choking back a sob. “I’ll read you two books tomorrow. Just not tonight. Please.”

“Okay…”

I feel something poke at the back of my mind, something close to guilt. She’s just barely holding it together, and it’s because of what I did to her. Forcing her to watch as I nearly killed the man she sacrificed herself for.

It shouldn’t make me feel bad. I’ve killed better men for much less. I’ve seen the worst things that can be done to a person, and I’ve been the one holding the gun as I took away countless lives.

But something about this instance feels wrong. Like I should apologize for scaring her so badly.

And yet, as soon as it occurs to me, I throw aside the idea.

No quarter will be given. No mercy. Not today. Not ever.

If anything, I should drag her from the room and punish her for manipulating Niko. She’s here to look after him and take care of his needs, not break down in tears because she got what she deserved. This only proves how weak she is. How weak she tried to make me.

I close my eyes and imagine giving her what she deserves. Bending her over the same chair I had her father in… ripping down those tight leggings she so loves to wear… Burning her pale ass with one hard, sharp spank after another, each one coaxing that delicious moan from between those sweet lips…

I’m growing hard beneath my zipper as I picture the scene. I ought to stop. But I can’t.

Because in my head, the fingers of one hand are creeping up her thighs while the other winds in the roots of her hair and yanks back hard. I’m teasing at her wetness, savoring each gasp she emits. Her panties and leggings are like cuffs around her ankles, and with my hand pinning her to the chair, she has nowhere to go, nowhere to run.

She’s utterly and completely mine.

I can practically smell her desire. This might be punishment, but there’s part of her that wants it, craves it, knows she deserves it. I’ll give that part all that it can handle and more.

My visualization intensifies. Now, I’m sliding a finger, two, into her opening and stroking at her inner walls. I’m spanking her again, feeling how she tightens around me.

Then, keeping that hair tight in my fist like reins, I’m freeing myself from my pants and sinking into her to the hilt. Fucking hard, relentless, the harsh crash of my hips against her ample ass the only sound worth hearing.

Her moans are music.

Her skin, striped red, is art.

And when I reach my peak, pull out, and unleash ropes of cum on the curve of her ass…

That’s fucking salvation.

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