Page 13 of Viktor

Viktor drawls, “Hello, little doll. I’ve been waiting for you.”?

“How did you get in?” My heart is beating fast. I try not to think about how good his hair looks while it's wet and hanging down over his forehead or how his eyes are glimmering with amusement. Or how his suit fits him perfectly, the wet shirt showing every inch of muscle.

Our gaze locks again. My eyes narrow as he smirks; it’s as though he can read me.?

“Does it matter how I got in, or why?”?he wonders.

I swallow. “Both,” I retort, my voice trembling.

“It’s easy to get in.” He shrugs. “And why? That's the true question, isn’t it?”?

I can’t stop my eyeroll. “Don’t be cryptic. Why are you here?”?

He takes off his jacket, the white shirt sticking to his pecks from where the rain had got to him.Stop staring, I scold myself.?

“I’m here because I can’t stay away, even though you have Koskovich blood running through your veins.” He shakes his head, tsking.

I take a step back, and he moves toward me, but I hit the doorframe with force, momentarily knocking the wind from me.?

He fists my hair, yanking it back to stare at him. I lick my lips, and his eyes zero in on the gesture. He grabs my hand with the knife in it and pins it against the wall, his body pressing up against me as the knife falls from my grip.

I’m trembling for a whole other reason now.?

“What are you thinking about, little doll? You're all flushed.” He smiles like a wolf who just found his prey. My brows furrow. Am I enjoying this? Why am I heating up?

“Not you,” I say in a breathy whisper, the lie flowing easily from my mouth.

He leans in, kissing me on the jaw; it’s so light I wouldn’t have noticed if my skin wasn’t so hyperfocused on his touch.?

“Have you ever just given into your desires? Let go of control? Given it to someone else?” he murmurs against my skin.

Please don’t touch me and see how much I’m enjoying this.?

But it’s all too much. I’ve never given into my desires, but fuck it. I know it will happen one day. He makes me feel things I never thought existed. I hate that he can.

Viktor smirks, like he knows my thoughts. Cocky bastard. His hand slides up my leggings and rubs small circles over my clit. My eyes flutter shut at the sensations coursing through me. He pushes in a finger, and I can’t stop myself from grinding onto his hand while resting my free hand rests on his chest.?

He lets my hand go moments later, and I give in. I rip open his shirt; the buttons scattering along the floor is the only other sound in the room other than my heart thundering inside my chest. Oh my God, he is perfection beneath this fabric, the artwork painted along his skin and muscular body.

Oh gosh, is that a ‘V’ in his muscles? I’ve never seen that in real life before. His tailored clothes didn’t do him justice. My mouth goes dry. Can I really do this??

“What are you waiting for, little doll?” His husky voice roams over me, and I feel my panties soaking, I need them off. He unbuckles his belt, steps back while taking off the rest of his clothes, and nods toward my outfit. “Get undressed, on your knees, and crawl to me.”?

For some reason, I obey. I never like being told what to do, but his voice. The demanding tone. I’d do anything right now.? He drops his pants and boxers. I can’t stop my jaw from dropping.

My eyes roam over his godlike form before I slowly crawl over to him until my mouth is so close to his cock and his fingers run through my hair. I stare at him, my eyes wide. Should have known he was well hung and fuck me, piercings line all the way up his cock.

“What is that?” I ask, staring down at his hardness in wonder. ?

“It’s a Jacob's ladder, little doll. Think you can take all of me?” He chuckles, and it’s as though he is sensing my inner turmoil.?I lick along his length from the base to the tip, my tongue going over each ridge.?

“Easy, you're not that big,” I mumble, but as I move my mouth over him, I only manage to get halfway, proving myself wrong.

His hand tightens in my hair and pushes me down further, making me gag on it, praying he doesn’t keep pushing. I watch him through my lashes, and my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat. Each of the barbells of the piercing brushes against my tongue.

The more I suck, the more he moans, and I’m loving the noises he makes. The salty taste of precum is on my tongue, and I slowly suck until I reach his tip, and he pops out my mouth. He grabs my arm and yanks me up until my feet are off the ground.

He leans back on my bed, pulling me on top of his body and grabbing hold of my thighs, pulling them to either side of his hips so I’m straddling him.??

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