Page 17 of Viktor

“What are you doing?” I try to wiggling free from his grasp, but he's too strong for me. I keep fighting. We are in front of the mirror, and I only ever look at myself here when I need to, when I’m perfecting my form.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to see how imperfect I look.

I’m crushed against Viktor’s body as he pulls me to his chest; I can feel every muscle against my back.?

“Look at us,” he whispers in my ear, his hot breath spreading to the sensitive spot on my neck.

I feel his hand slowly wrapping itself around my throat, and he squeezes.?

“Look at how perfect my hand looks around you, the perfect necklace. Only mine, understand?”?

He releases the pressure but doesn’t move his hand, and my eyes peel open. I see myself, and I hate it. My hair is loose, my cheeks are pink, and I can see every lump on my body. I’m a mess. I avert my gaze to the large, tattooed hand still wrapped around my throat. His other hand glides down my body, and I wince because I know he can feel the pouch around my belly, but he squeezes again, and I can’t breathe.

He lifts my dress and rips at the tights. Pulling my underwear to the side, he starts pressing small circles over my clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head. How does he make this so good?

“You’re already wet for me,”?Viktor drawls.

My cheeks heat at the sight of him wrapped around me, the warmth of his body protecting me. I can’t stop myself from whimpering when one hand leaves my neck and his other stops playing with my clit.

He reaches for his belt and takes it off, wrapping it around my wrists and strapping me to the barre. Moving me around like a little doll. I yank my arms, but I’m bound too tight. His fingers roughly push back inside me, pumping in and out until the only noise is my panting as he builds my orgasm. But then he stops, and a whimper rips from my throat.?

“Not yet, little doll,”?he tsks.

A small thud echoes in the room, and a large hand presses my lower back until I’m bent over and I’m on my toes. I turn to the mirror to watch him as he lines up his cock to push inside me.

Each ridge of his piercings painfully push through me. He forces the last few inches, and I gasp. My head tips back, and his hand goes back to my neck as he fucks me, long strokes moving languidly inside me.

“I need your body as much as I need to breathe right now,” he mumbles into my back.??

I groan. It feels so good to be wanted, to be craved.?

He pounds harder, my cries echoing in the studio. This is something I never imagined I would do. Not here, especially not being tied down by a stranger from the Mafia.

He slows down just as I’m about to come. “Please let me,” I beg.?

“Only if you watch yourself.”?

I hesitate, but the need to come takes over so badly that I watch us both,just for a moment. My eyes mostly stay on his face, the violence in the movement as he enjoys my body.?

“You’re mine,” he growls, and I moan. Being with Viktor is the first time I’ve ever felt free.

I’m his possession and obsession and damn, it feels good.?

His teeth sink into my shoulder again, and the sting sends shockwaves through my body. A coil tightens in my stomach and I come, my pussy pulsing around his cock, “Oh my God,” I cry out as the aftershocks take over.?

His thrusts speed up as he chases his own release and with a roar of his own, he floods me. Fuck, no condom. Again.?

Chapter seventeen

Viktor

I’veknownforawhile from watching her that she hates her body. Tonight, I forced her to deal with it. She is perfection, and I want her to see what I do.??

I’ve picked up on little things by watching her: She skips meals and barely looks in the mirror, and when she does, she grabs body parts and there's this look on her face. A look of self-hatred. She always cries after looking too long.?

I don’t believe she is too big or too small. I want her the way she is. So I’m taking her to my place, making sure she eats and knows her worth. I have installed a large mirror above my bed so that when I fuck her, she can see herself. Watch how beautiful her face is when she comes.?

I pull out of her, and she sags in my arms with a content look on her face. “Let’s go. My car is waiting,” I say as I release her arms from being strapped by my belt.

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