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“You’re not in a safe place.” Viktor’s voice washes over me from above, electrifying the nerves inside me.
“Someone’s coming to pick me up,” I mutter, hoping to God Arkady is sending a driver. I doubt I’ll survive crossing paths with that soldier again. Besides, the longer I hang around here, the more chance Viktor will recognize me.
“You shouldn’t be hanging around men like me…” Viktor says in an authoritative voice.
A sharp jolt shoots up my spine. I need to get out of here now, before he recognizes me.
I walk towards the door he opened, praying he’ll let me leave. Just as I tell myself how lucky I am that he hasn’t identified me yet, Viktor hisses, “…Tatyana Ivanova.”
My back tenses when I hear him say my name.
He knows.
“Why are you here?” he asks as I hear his footsteps follow me.
“That’s not my name,” I blurt as I keep my back turned to him and yank the door open. “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Viktor raises his arm and slams the door closed in front of me. He spins my body to him and brushes his fingers through the strands of my hair as he studies my face. With tired hands, I fight against his grasp, but realize I don’t have the strength I had against the soldier with the tattoo on his scalp. Ireallywanted to get away from that man, but I can’t raise the same effort to fight against Viktor. I’m stunned into silence when I realize I not only can’t fight against Viktor’s touch, I don’t want to. His arm feels like it belongs wrapped across my back, holding me to him. Sparks of electricity course through me. He passes his fingers through my hair until he closes his grip and yanks, bending my neck so the scar I received the day the attack on our village stares right at him.
“Don’t lie to me, Tatyana,” he rasps through a clenched jaw.
I scramble to construct an excuse. “I was just working a job… with the rest of the girls,” I say.
Viktor leans his head to the side as his grip on my hair softens. He brushes his fingers down the nape of my neck, letting the curls of my hair wrap around his fingers before they slide out. “I never expected to see you again,zaychik.”
Zaychik.The name he used to call me brings back a flood of memories as a child a few years younger than Vik, following him everywhere. Even back then people were afraid of his power, and I used it to my advantage.
Parents in our village told their kids to stay away from Viktor because his father was a criminal. That was enough to scare all the other kids, but it didn’t scare me. That fear kept me safe from the bigger kids who bullied me so I stayed by Viktor’s side, ignoring his orders when he tried to run me off. Eventually he wore down and let me hang around him, knowing I wouldn’t leave, anyway.
One day, we were sitting by the remains of an old barn in our village when he called mezaychik.He said I followed him around like a little bunny. What can I say? It stuck. From that day forward, it was his name for me.
Even as his body looms over me like a wall of muscle and his eyes sear into mine, Viktor still remembers who I am. His fingers run down the length of my neck and follow the edges of my collarbone, sending pulses of heat shooting into my core. My face flushes when I feel my pussy get wet at his touch. I try to distract myself, but I can’t help it.
Viktor has always known his strengths, even when we were kids. He always embraced his power, his intellect, and his evil nature. What cruel gods put a man so dangerous into such a gorgeous body? Every inch of Viktor is a weapon, one he wields masterfully.
“I have to go,” I say weakly. I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hide my breasts.
The cords snaking up the sides of Viktor’s neck flex as his hand moves down my collar, down the center of my torso to my abdomen. A piece of his sunny hair falls over the side of his face, the tip pointing lips that are soft but match the rugged features of his face. His hand grips my hip and plants my body flush against the wall behind me. My eyes raise to him to find the eyes of a lust-filled demon staring back at me. He leans down to me, grazing his lips down the side of my neck.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he whispers as I feel his cock press against my sex.
My breath quickens as he traces his hand down the side of my waist. By the time he reaches my hip, my body is aching for him. Wetness from inside me dribbles out, spreading up the seam of my lips. The mix of cool air and Viktor’s body heat battles over the surface of my skin, making Viktor’s advances that much more potent. My impulses battle against my logic, making me want what I know shouldn’t. What no other man has ever made me desire so much.
His hands expertly handle the clasps of his belt and pants and suddenly a gorgeous erection emerges. I know with the sharp breath I inhale that it is meant for me.
I can’t offer myself up like this. Not to Viktor fucking Mikhailov. Not to any Bratva, but especially one resurrecting a personal vendetta against the Russian organized crime world.
My knees weaken as Viktor’s touch disarms me. A voice inside me tries to scream rational thoughts about how this is a terrible idea, but that voice grows fainter the more Viktor’s hands explore the curves of my body. He lifts me into his arms, keeping me pinned against the wall as he runs the tip of his cock against my slit. I gasp, wishing the thin fabric of my panties would disappear. My pussy floods with wetness from the sensation, and all I can think is how much I want Viktor inside me. The last thought in my head struggles to guard my virginity the way my father always warned me to. But I want him.
All of him.
He pulls my panties to the side and presses himself against my opening. My breathing shallows with anticipation. He presses further inside, widening my entrance to slip in, making my body plead for more. I’ve been warned the first time you have sex is painful, and I brace for it, but I’m so turned on that when Viktor’s cock slides into me I feel what should be pain as electrified pleasure.
Viktor’s shaft presses further inside. His mouth finds mine and we kiss as he pulls out, then enters me again. Every thrust inside sends a shockwave through my core, like a match striking to light up my innermost parts.
My head falls back against the wall and I moan in pleasure as he increases the pace of his thrusts.
“Yes, please…” comes out of my throat without me realizing I’d said anything. I lose myself in the bliss of Viktor fucking me. His pace increases as I feel his breath drifting over my shoulder. He looks into my eyes as he rocks his hips into me faster. The fury within him both arouses and scares me. We stare into each other’s eyes as I topple over the edge into an orgasm. Viktor keeps pounding into me as my body convulses in pleasure. Waves radiate from my core to my fingertips. I tremble in Viktor’s arms, but he has a secure hold of me as he continues to fuck me at a furious pace. He grunts and leans his head against my forehead as I feel his body tense in a rhythmic motion. My pussy fills with him, more than I’d ever imagined possible.
