Page 32 of Viktor

I’m pulling a book from the bookshelf when Viktor come up behind me, holding me close and pressing a small kiss on my neck.

“Christmas is in a couple of weeks. Are you nervous?” Viktor asks when I turn to him, he plays with my necklace. My outdoor collar. He put a tracker inside, and I only ever take it off in our room.

I bite my lip. “A little. I mean, what if they don’t like me? We got married without them there. Will they hate me for it?” I’ve been worrying about it.?

He pulls me toward the stairs. “Of course not. They already know.” I gasp, and he chuckles, “I couldn’t keep it a secret. My father has wanted me to settle down for a while. He is pleased.”?

I sigh in relief.?

“Anyway, if you refuse to come, I will just tie you up and take you there.” He throws me over his shoulders and spanks my ass. I wiggle and try to get free, albeit not very hard.

I know where we’re going. And I can’t wait.

Anticipation runs through me, and I hear the key turn in the lock of our playroom.?

Epilogue

Viktor

Christmas eve

Thesunhassetby the time we arrive outside the large gates of my fathers estate after our flight to Chicago. It’s finally time for her to meet my father and brothers this Christmas.

The heavy gates swing open when the security guard types in a code, “Are you ready?” I ask Amaia, as I place my hand on her thigh and circle my thumb. Hoping to calm her nerves.

She had been through a lot recently and I think getting away from California will help her. Be away from the mess. Especially from the memory of Damien.

“Yeah, I think so,” she replies, her voice trembling, giving away her nerves.

I pass my fathers mansion and turn to the right, towards the guest house we will be living in over the holidays. We drive up the long driveway that’s decorated by bushes either side of us, the white stucco walls of the mansion come into view. It loomed three stories high.

In my peripheral, I notice Amaia shift and lean forward. “Wow,” she whispers.

“You like it? My father had each guest house built for me and my brothers. We will be alone here.”I wiggle my eyebrows and her giggle warms my heart.

I park the car in front of the beige garage door, the lights illuminate us, casting a glow over the snow dusting along the ground.

A tall, older man approaches us as I step out and greet him. He has a strong grip. “Good evening Mr Petrov. I hope you had a good journey. I’m here to help you with your bags.” I gesture towards the trunk.

I round the car and open the door for Amaia, her eyes are still on the mansion as she clutches onto her purse. “I thought you said it was a guest house?” I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer, “It is the guest house.”Reaching into the back of the car, I hold onto the large bag full of presents.

The snow crunches under our feet as we step toward the double front doors with a wreath on each one, with lights wrapped around each of the pillars on either side of it.

We enter the foyer, Amaia stares in awe at the decorated Christmas tree tucked in the corner of the curved staircase as I place the bag on the side table. Joyful music plays from another room, jingle bells.

“Better than my house?” I ask teasingly. She blushes and looks away from me. “No, but it’s still beautiful.”

I pull her up against my body until our faces are inches apart, “This is all material. You are the only beautiful thing in my life. Nothing can ever compare.” I brush my nose against hers and kiss her on the lips.

The footsteps on marble pull us away from each other.

“I apologize, Mr Petrov. I’ll put these upstairs in the master suite.” The tall man ushers past us to the curved stairs with our suitcases in his hand. Amaia stares up at him, “Do you think we should help him?” She asks.

I shake my head and caress her jaw, “no need, he is perfectly happy and paid a substantial amount to be helping us. But give me a minute to send the staff home.” I shrug, it’s not an inconvenience to me. I'd much rather spend my time alone with my wife.

Amaia moans when I pepper kisses down her throat, “do you want a tour? Or straight to the bedroom,” I murmur into her neck. She laughs and moves away. “Tour first?”

I feign a whine and she rolls her eyes.

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