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Leaning closer until my lips were next to her ears, I whispered. “I like to do…very bad things.”
I expected her to push me away, any reaction to my words, but I only got a small shiver. Pulling away, I stared at her.
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving with each breath. I was tempted to tease her more—so tease her I did.
A single finger feathered over her cheek, slowly moving down while caressing her porcelain skin. So smooth, so soft. I wanted to bite it—turn her skin red with my marks.
The thought had my dick twitching in excitement. Down, boy. Patience. I promise, your patience will be greatly rewarded by a warm pussy.
My finger continued its downward path—her jaw, her neck. It lingered there for a second, tickling her skin near her ear before moving down again.
Her lips parted, her breathing louder and harsher. Valerie turned her head slightly to the side, inviting me for more. I knew she had done it unconsciously.
When my touch moved to her chest, her breath hitched with a silent gasp. I smirked at her reaction—fucking perfect.
My thumb soothed over her left tit before circling her nipple. A soft touch through her dress, but she jumped like she had been shot with a bolt of lightning.
Valerie’s lips moved, but no words came out—only silence. She was voiceless.
Her eyes fluttered, her breathing accelerating with each swipe of my thumb.
“Only my woman has the right tell me what to do or not do,” I murmured, my thumb feathering over her nipple again. Her gaze quickly went to my lips and then my eyes again.
She shivered, her hands clenching her dress too tightly. “And you, myshka, you aren’t my woman.”
Yet.
The devil made its appearance again with one word before disappearing like it was nothing.
Fuck you, you nasty piece of shit.
Her hand came up, her fingers wrapping around my wrist, stalling my movement. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, staring down at her hold on me.
Her fingers tightened, and I looked back up again. Valerie stared at me with desperation—I couldn’t read her. I knew she was attracted to me—she wanted more, but the fear was there. And rightfully so.
I was seducing her slowly, and she was falling in the trap laid out for her.
“You are so tempting, Valerie,” I said. Her eyes were on my mouth, watching my words.
She blinked up at me, the sad look in her eyes making my heart clench tightly. Her gaze went back to my lips again. Letting her go, I took a small step back.
“It seems whenever I am with you, I forget what’s right and wrong,” I continued while watching her reaction.
Her shoulder dropped, her eyes leaving my face before falling to her lap. It hurt to see the defeated expression on her face.
But I had needed to know something, and my suspicion was just confirmed.
The way her eyes always went from my eyes to my lips whenever I was talking. She would only respond when she was looking at my face—other times it was as if I wasn’t even speaking.
Shaking my head, I stared at her in complete astonishment. And a little bit in awe.
This beautiful nun, with alluring eyes, wasn’t just mute.
She was fucking deaf.
Chapter 17
Valerie
His touch was electrifying. Every single swipe of his thumb, my skin burned with the sensation. I felt breathless, out of control.
Instead of moving into his touch, I should have pushed him away. I should have been disgusted by his touch. But I wanted it. I wanted more. I wanted everything he was doing to me. How my mind went blank and I seemed to forget everything except his touch and him.
He was all I could think of, and I never wanted it to end.
Every pain I felt before, it was forgotten as I stared into his brown eyes.
I used to hide, locked myself tight into my mind—numb to everyone and everything else, but with him, I felt alive. It was a strange feeling, one I wasn’t familiar with. But even then, instead of hiding away like I always did, I let go and just—felt.
I let him show me how to feel.
My eyes fluttered close when he dragged his finger down my neck and then my chest, circling my nipple. It was wrong, so wrong. But it felt…right.
My fingers clenched around the fabric of my dress, wanting to hold onto something, anything to ground me to the present.
I shivered when he masterfully touched me again, and my eyes snapped open, our gaze meeting yet again. His eyes were heated, mixed with warmth and so much lust that I shuddered. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Viktor was in control, the master of this situation while I was just a puppet caught in the strings of his play.
It was a dangerous game he and I were playing. There would be no ending, just a cliff-hanger that would pull us both into the depths of the crimson hellfire.
