Page 14 of Viktor

“Your tits are the perfect size,” he groans as he massages them.

Thoughts flood my mind of who he is and how much he hates my family, so I lean over and fist the handle of the pen knife from under my pillow that I had been keeping there since he last came in here and hold it to his throat. He smiles, but I hesitate.

“Oh, you like it kinky.” He flips me over and settles between my legs, pinning my hands above my head. The knife clatters to the floor.

Viktor lines himself against my pussy as I struggle to move. He forces himself into me, and I cry out. “Are you working with your brother?”?

I swallow down my panic as he wraps his hand around my throat, squeezing me slightly. My body is on fire, the stretch of him burning inside me with the sensation of the piercings is different; I’m almost begging him to move, but he refuses until I give an answer.?

“No, I don’t get involved with his business,” I manage to get out over the feel of him deep inside me.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look into his eyes. My pussy clenches at how much danger I seem to have got myself into. But I can’t stop the images rolling through my mind of him fucking me, so close to ending me, just like I wanted to end him.

There is definitely something wrong with me.

“What do you mean, little doll?” he asks, tightening his already bruising grip around my wrists, but something shines in his eyes. Is that pride? What the fuck for? I’m confused.?

He slowly pulls out of me, but my legs tighten around him.?

“Let’s not ruin the mood. Tell me you want this,” he says, not moving another inch.

I don’t say anything. He nips along my jawline until he’s hovering over my lips. So close together, if I just moved forward a millimeter…

Viktor whispers, “Tell me to stop and I will.”?

I don’t say a word. Every single warning in my head is short-circuiting, and nothing is coming out my mouth. He takes the opportunity to kiss me, tasting of vodka and sin.??

He forces himself back inside, moving his hips while my eyes roll to the back of my head. He moves my legs over his shoulders, forcing himself deeper. I swear he is touching somewhere that has never been touched before. My back arches into him, and his mouth latches on to my nipple. The moan that falls from my mouth sounds a lot like his name.?

“That’s it, little doll, scream my name.”?

A sharp pain comes from my shoulder where he bites down into my flesh. My eyes open, and my blood has spread across his lower lip as he continues pounding into me. My lips part, and he kisses me again.?

He kisses me how he fucks me, and I forget my own name.?

Chapter thirteen

Viktor

Hertightlittlepussystrangles my cock, the pulsing of her inner walls as she comes hard. It drags out my own orgasm. It’s the hardest I’ve come in a long time. And I’m deep inside this tiny ballerina who wanted to stab me and damn it, I want it again. Including the attempted throat slitting. That was exciting. I hope she does it again.

“Told you that you’d be screaming my name, little doll.” I chuckle while still balls deep inside her. I let go of her arms and let her legs down.

A sharp sting spreads across my cheek. “You’re an asshole!” she yells as she pushes me from the bed. She doesn’t have a lot of strength, so I move off anyway, and she rolls off the bed from under me.?

“Yes, I am.” I shrug as I move to sit up, she struggles to walk. But tries to hide it, albeit unsuccessfully.?

She squeals in frustration before she reaches her closet, quickly covering herself with her robe, leaving it loose on her body. She leans against her closet door.

“You came inside me.” She gestures to my cum dripping down her thigh.

I step into her personal space, run my finger through it, and shove it in her mouth. “Taste me.”

She gags as I force my fingers down her throat.

If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now.?

“I hope you’re on the pill.” I move away to grab my boxers and shove them on, walking out of the bedroom to grab a drink like I belong here.

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