Page 18 of Viktor

“Waiting for what?” she asks, her eyebrows dipping in the middle.?

“You’re coming with me.”

She pulls away, but I grab her body and hoist her over my shoulder. I push open the glass door and let it slam shut behind me. I walk us across the parking lot surrounded by bushes until I reach my car and lock her in the backseat. I quickly run back inside to grab her bag and phone from the changing rooms, and shove them in the trunk.

I need control, and she needs to let go. I’m taking her to my master room.?

She is silent the whole journey with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares out the window.

As we get closer to my home and palm trees surround us with the setting sun casting oranges and pinks across the sky, her lips part, and she leans closer to the window. “You live in Beverly Hills? Isn’t this a celebrity area?” she asks as we pass by the houses that get bigger

I shrug. “I like the houses. I didn’t really want an estate, just a flashy home, and I work with celebrities sometimes anyway. It’s convenient.”?

She turns to me with wide eyes. “You work with them?”?

I grin but don’t say anything; their discretion is what they expect of me. Quick deals and silence. Maybe she will learn one day, if I keep her around.

We drive up the mountainside and I press a button in my car, and the large iron gates awaiting us open. I pull around the large circular driveway, past the patios and park in front of the double brown garage door. “Home sweet home,” I murmur and slip out the car. I rush around to open the door for Amaia like the gentleman my mother taught me to be. She ignores my outreached hand and climbs out herself, then crosses her arms across her chest.?

“So, what did you want me here for?” she asks as I place my lower hand on her back and guide her to the illuminated steps to my house.?Passing by the water features and we stand in front of the frosted glass door. I push it open and wait for her to pass into the foyer. Her eyes widen as she takes in the wide space. Her heels tapping along the marble floors as she approaches my unused grand piano. I step up next to her.

“I want to show you something of mine, show you something about me,” I tell her. I don’t look at her reaction. I don’t want her knowing how much she affects me. People don’t usually get close, or else they get hurt. But for some reason, I still want to show her this room that not many people know about. Get her to trust me.? I gesture toward the curved staircase. She hesitates, so I hold out my hand, ready for her to take and we ascend them together. She’s in awe when she looks out the windows at the view of the mountains.

“It’s a beautiful view isn’t it?” I ask, she turns to me.

“It’s surreal. How did you get a place like this?”

I chuckle, “money, lots of it. I’ll show you the outside soon. It’s even better.” I rest my hand on her lower back and guide her further up. We pass my office and game room.

We soon arrive at the closed door, and I press the numbers in on the keypad, waiting for the green light to flash. For a moment, I wait, watching her expressions as she takes in my space. She takes a sharp intake of breath, it’s barely audible under the thumping of my heart. When I guide her inside, her head moves around, and I try to imagine seeing my playroom for the first time. Floggers lining the walls, restraints on the bed, and various toys set out.

She turns back to me as the door closes and I can’t help myself, I press her up against the wall, my body against hers. Pinning her hands above her head, I kiss her. She moans into my mouth, and I pull back.?

“Tell me how bad you want me right now,” I whisper, pressing small kisses against her jawline.?

“What?” she breathes out.

I grind myself against her, eliciting a gasp from her mouth. My lips curve into a knowing smile. Purely wicked.

“Tell me you want to try something new with me. You can choose the safe word.” I wait for her answer as she looks around. Biting her lip, I can see in her eyes that she is thinking about saying yes.?

Her head moves up and down as much as possible in our position.

“I need your words, Amaia,” I growl.?

Her eyes connect with mine. “I want this. I want you.”?

“Safe word?” I ask, reminding her how important this will be for us.?

She licks her lip, mulling over her answer. “Red?”

“Perfect,” I tell her, letting her go and holding onto her jaw before leaning in and kissing her deeply and roughly. We devour each other. Her hips grind against me, both of us completely lost in our moment.

I tighten my grip on her jaw, keeping her pinned to the wall. Then I trace along her neck with my tongue, teasing her senses. Her pulse speeds up as my tongue glides over it. I grab her clothes at the front and tear through the fabric down the middle.

Eventually, I rip myself away, and she lurches forward to follow.?

Chapter eighteen

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