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For now, I was Konstantin Solonik. Valentin’s heir, the future Boss, and the next motherfucking King.
Chapter 6
Valerie
I used to be nervous at first, when dancing in front of Viktor. He had a way of making me feel petite and shy in his presence. The way he watched me, his eyes tracking every movement, watching me in my element—dancing for him, doing something I loved for the man I adored.
Viktor had the eyes of a hunter and the soul of a warrior.
Every second I was in his presence, he devoured me with his eyes. His hands would follow, and then his lips. And while he was gone, my heart would miss his intense attention.
My eyes landed on him as I finished my final pirouette. With both feet touching the ground now, I did an extravagant curtsey. I couldn’t hide my smile when Viktor chuckled. He looked so at ease, like he belonged here. In my room.
He was on my bed, sitting forward with his elbows resting lightly on his knees, with his fingers laced together under his chin. His thick hair was slightly ruffled, as if someone had spent hours combing their fingers through it. My lips twitched with a smile, knowing it was me.
Viktor sat there looking at me, in his perfect black suit. He truly looked like a man with it all. Wealth. Power. Success. He was man—a warrior, my dark prince charming, a god with a hunger for forbidden unholy things. He wore it all with a confident, calculated gaze and devilish smugness.
And he was mine.
When I moved toward him, his eyes darkened. He leaned back as I stopped between his legs. Viktor laced our fingers together, his grip strong. “What are you doing?” I teased.
He brought our hands up. My breath was stuck in my throat when he placed a sweet kiss on the tips of my fingers. His thumb grazed over my knuckles before releasing me long enough to hold my hips instead. The simplest action, but my heart clenched. Maybe I was blushing…I definitely was. My cheeks and neck felt warm under Viktor’s careful attention.
I watched his lips move as he spoke slowly for me. “I like watching you dance. You are beautiful, sweet myshka.”
My brow arched up in question. “Doesn’t it get boring?”
Viktor looked affronted at the question before giving me a single shake of his head. “Never. I could watch you for hours. I don’t think you understand what you do to me. The power you hold over my thoughts, my heart…my body.”
Softly, I replied, “You’re right. I don’t understand. Tell me then.”
I saw the warmth in his dark eyes, but they also glinted dangerously. Before I could react, he gripped the back of my neck and pulled my head down. Our lips crashed together. A quiver raced through me as he pressed his lips harder against mine, demanding me to open up for him.
I did. My lips parted, and his tongue took advantage. He kissed me savagely, full of need, and without any restraint. My pulse thundered as he dragged his lips from my mouth and kissed a downward trail. He licked his way to the column on my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin and giving me small teasing nips.
I pleaded silently to him, my breathing now ragged. Viktor dragged his tongue up the side of my neck, and I trembled in his arms. Clenching his shoulders, my body moved closer and demanded more of what he was giving.
Viktor’s lips were recklessly seeking mine once again. He teased the corner of my lips, and I groaned in both pleasure and disappointment at his teasing. My nails bit into his shoulders, and this time, I made sure our lips were locked together again, kissing and devouring each other.
I tasted him, breathing him. We kissed until I didn’t know where he started and I ended. I inhaled, he exhaled. It was a dance of sweet, savage kisses.
When we were both breathless, we pulled away just enough to suck in ragged, desperate breaths. Our chests heaved, and I leaned into my Viktor.
He pulled me forward, and I lifted my dress up to my thighs so I could straddle him. I settled onto his lap with my knees on either side. His hands traced my hips, my waist, and up my stomach. It was slow, a deliberate seduction. When his fingers brushed against my breasts and then nipples, my breath hitched.
His gaze never left mine. In this moment, I felt completely naked, even though I was still fully dressed. My palms grew sweaty. My nipples hardened under his touch, but Viktor didn’t stop until his hand was now wrapped around my neck.
I gasped, my lips parting, and my eyes almost fluttered close. His hold didn’t hurt. No, it was only firm and strong. Viktor had made his claim crystal clear.
