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I gather the blankets that are dragging behind me and shuffle my feet past the opening of the oven as fast as I can. At the end of the room, clouds of steam billow and disappear as they drift upwards. The sound of water falling out of a shower grows louder as I follow the path. The floor changes from cold cement to warm tile when I pass into the next room. When I turn, Viktor is sitting on a stool against a tile wall, opposite a row of shower heads, with one turned on. He leans his head to the side, encouraging me to come closer.
I walk further, close my eyes and inhale the steam, feeling the warmth soak deep inside my body. I can almost mistake what I feel right now as relaxing, but then I noticed the shower stalls don’t have doors in front of them.
I stop in my tracks and look at Viktor in defiance. “I’m not going in there,” I say with finality.
Viktor clenches his jaw and gets out of his seat. He walks towards me extending his arm and yanks the blankets off of my body. His eyes study me in a way that makes me shrink in fear.
“Get in the shower or you’ll be returning to your cell naked,” he growls at me.
The cold air filters between plumes of steam and nips at my skin, making me realize I won’t survive the night without blankets to stay warm. I relent, turning towards the showers and walking under the shower head, trying to ignore Viktor’s eyes on my body as warm water trails down my skin.
I draw in a deep breath, letting the heat from the water release the tension in my muscles. The grit on my skin washes off and gray water trails its way down the drain. There isn’t just dirt being washed off my skin. Trails of blood-tinged water fall from where my father’s blood dried on me.
Each time I turn, I sneak a look at Viktor. His eyes stay on my body and he has an emotionless expression on his face. He looks like he’s studying something, observing a vulnerable moment he has no right to see. I feel watched, but I also feel turned on by Viktor’s attention.
He rises from his chair, and I see him unbuttoning his shirt. I freeze, panicked at the idea of him standing next to me. He strips himself naked and folds his clothes, laying them on top of the chair he was sitting on before walking towards me naked.
Every inch of his body is perfection. His broad shoulders round at the ends from muscle. His chest stands proud and tapers towards his hips. I try to stop myself from looking further, but I can’t. His cock juts from the base of an immaculately constructed Adonis belt. Heat spreads through my body and I feel my breath catching. I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do. There has to be something wrong with me if a man as vicious as Viktor Mikhailov can still turn me on. Terribly wrong.
Water sprinkles from his body and creates a fine mist on my skin as Viktor stands closer to me. Steam rises from us as he wraps his arms around my body and grabs a bar of soap from the metal holder behind me. His hands create a lather as he rubs the bar of soap between them before he before spreads it onto my skin. He runs the lather in my hair and I gasp as his shaft slides between my soapy thighs. Lust burns in his eyes as he looks down at me. His hands follow the water washing off my skin, clinging to the contours of the small of my back and the rise of my ass and stopping with each of his hands cupping the bottom of my ass.
Confidence powers his every move and I can’t resist. It’s too seductive.
He grabs hard, spreading my inner thighs apart from behind so his cock can slide further in. I moan as I feel his shaft rubbing against my pussy, losing all sense of reality.
My legs wobble and I grab onto Viktor’s shoulders as he slides his cock inside me. The thickness of his shaft rubs against the walls of my pussy. A deep need grows in me, begging to feel more, all of him. Viktor picks me up and I close my legs around his waist. He rocks his hips slowly, forcing me to feel every bit of his length, every ridge of his cock, the thick smoothness of his head stabbing in and out of my entrance.
“Davai,” Viktor hisses as I feel his cock entering me harder. I moan, feeling the depth of my abdomen flutter and ache as he fucks me. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, pulling harder with each thrust of his cock.
Viktor lowers me from his arms and turns me to the wall. He slips his hand under my stomach, guiding my back to arch for him. I do as his body commands, telling myself I’m doing this for survival, to appease him for the moment, but the truth is I want it too.
He fills my pussy with his fingers, making me gasp at the sensation.
“This belongs tome,” Viktor breathes into my ear. He withdraws his fingers and I feel the head of his cock pushing the edges of my pussy open. Sparks of heat course through my body, starting at the point where our bodies connect. Water trails down my back and drips off my sides as I feel my insides pulsing with excitement. I’m on the edge of an orgasm and am losing control of my breath.
Viktor’s thrusts inside me slow and I feel an unimaginable ache for him to keep fucking me.
“Say it,zaychik,” he commands. “Tell me this hole belongs to me.”
The head of his cock pops outside of me and rests at my opening. I don’t want to give Viktor the satisfaction of saying something so possessive, so humiliating and objectifying, but I need his cock in me. I need him to make me come.
I clasp my eyes shut, hating myself for what I’m about to say.
“My hole belongs to you,” I say in a weak breath.
Viktor’s shaft buries itself, pulls out, and dives back in, fucking me at a furious pace. His hand wraps around my neck, making it harder for me to breathe. The necklace Viktor placed on me sways with each of his thrusts into me, reminding me of who is in control of my body. I should be scared, but I’m even more turned on than before. The sparks in my pussy ignite as an orgasm explodes from me. I moan and gasp as Viktor squeezes my neck harder, making me dizzy as he fucks me with the full length of his cock. He grunts and buries his shaft to the hilt as I feel my pussy fill with his cum in large sprays. Viktor’s white heat drips out of my pussy and I see it trail down my inner leg in a thick stream. He wraps his arms across my abdomen and pulls me back against his body before pumping his cock in my pussy one last time. He curls his head down and angles mine upwards, kissing me as his hand drifts from one breast to the other.
I pull away, suddenly aware of my surroundings. How did I let myself lose control like this?
My cheeks burn from embarrassment. Viktor leans over turns the water valve until water stops running. The last of the steam clouds rise and the cold of the cell returns. He walks to the pile of clothes, lifting his clothes and grabbing the pieces below. He comes back to me with a sweatshirt and sweatpants, both much too large for me.
“This will need to do for now,” he says.
I couldn’t be happier to see warm clothes again. I pull them out of Viktor’s arms, slipping them on as fast as I can, thinking this could be some kind of game he’s playing. He’ll need to kill me to get these clothes off me.
He faces me as he pulls his pants up, tucking his cock into his underwear and fastening the button on his pants.
A strange feeling comes over me, a sense of obligation. My eyes dart across the floor, not understanding why I’d ever want to be honest with Viktor. I conclude that I can, and maybe that honesty will help me manipulate Viktor into letting me go free.
