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I stare at him, confused why he’s being so nice to me. I’ve had no time to consider the consequences I’d face if Viktor ever found me again. As soon as I came to Chicago, I was in Ashlyn’s house, which turned out to be Bruno Stepanov’s house, and experienced a series of unpleasant surprises.
The thought of what could happen if I ever came across Viktor Mikhailov again wasn’t at the top of my mind because I felt there really wasn’t much to consider. I assumed he’d kill me, but instead, he’s standing on the balcony of a high rise building.
My foot reluctantly drags forward, but I walk to the doorway with my eyes on Viktor as he looks out over the city. A gust of air hits my cheeks, blowing my hair back when I walk outside. It’s a welcome feeling, but when I approach the edge and wrap my hands around the iron rail, I make sure I’m a few paces away from Viktor.
His eyes are cast towards the distance, following a sailboat cutting through the waters of the lake. “This seems like a nice place to settle down,” he says with a glow in his eyes.
“It can be,” I say. I clear my throat before continuing to speak, hoping I can hide the fear in my voice. “It can also be a complicated place to live.”
Viktor’s eyes drift to the streets below, following cars driving down the road. “You’re right, it can be complicated. And it will be.”
He straightens and turns to me. “But that’s what happens when you fight for what’s important to you.” He takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on my knuckles. My eyes roll closed, enjoying the moment, but still unsure if I can trust Viktor.
“One thing, though,” he says as he walks up to me. He runs his hands up each of my arms and wraps them across my back, looking down at me. I feel his eyes on me, but can’t look up at him.
“You never asked to be part of this life. You didn’t ask to be my prisoner. You were never given a choice on how to live your life when you lived with your father, and I was doing the same.” His forefinger runs along the edge of my jaw, lifting my chin so we look into each other’s eyes. “Now you have a choice.”
He motions towards the inside of the apartment toward the front door. “If you don’t want to be a part of this life, I won’t stop you from leaving. You’ll find no locks on your way out and no one will be outside to stop you.”
I pull away and take a step back. “You’ve come all this way just to let me go?” I ask, failing to hide my skepticism.
Viktor laughs and leans over the balcony, looking at the rooftop of the building next door. Wind cuts through his hair as if it were an invisible hand, brushing it back and forth across his forehead. My hands ache, wishing it was my fingers combing through it.
“Well, if nothing else, I came here to free you from Bruno Stepanov.” He turns to me with a gentle look in his eyes. “He won’t be a problem for you anymore.”
I sigh in relief, but it’s short-lived. I still don’t know what Viktor plans to do to me.
“I thought about something back in Russia and I can’t stop thinking about it,” he says with his eyes fixed far ahead. “If I keep you in captivity, I won’t know all of you. There were only so many times I could tell myself I was doing it to keep you safe before I understood that. I don’t want to give you the same life your father gave you.”
I suck in a large breath of air, hearing Viktor finally understand how I felt all this time. I want to stay. I want to trust Viktor is being honest with me, but he’s offering me something tempting right now. My freedom. An open door to walk away from a life of danger.
I lower my eyes to the ground and pass by him. When I reach the front door, my hand wraps around the doorknob and turns. I look back at Viktor, wanting to be skeptical, but he’s not chasing after me. He’s standing in the balcony doorway with his back towards me, seemingly ready to accept any choice I make.
I look out at the carpeted hallway outside the apartment and find elevator doors standing open at the end of an empty hall. I can leave. I can take the elevator down, walk out of the lobby and leave Viktor behind. He won’t stop me this time.
Physically, I can leave, and I try to walk into the hall, but every instinct in my body shrieks in protest. Viktor did terrible things, but he ultimately learned to see me as my own person and give me the free will I’ve always wanted. My eyes blur with tears when I realize he’s theonlyperson who has ever given me free will. My father controlled me. Akardy controlled me. Ashlyn controlled me. Bruno Stepanov tried to control me.
I slam the door shut and turn to Viktor, rushing into his arms. He wraps himself tight around my body and lifts me to his lips as we kiss with a fever I never thought I’d feel again. Tears continue to stream down my face as I realize I could have lost him the night of the shootout, but I vow to never leave his side again. He’s just as much mine as I am his.
Viktor pulls his hand from his pocket and I see the necklace I’d left behind falls from it. I pass my fingers over the amber pendant, overjoyed to see it again before turning around and letting Viktor put it back on my neck. When I turn back we share a gaze, one I know is a silent vow on both our sides to never be apart again before we crash our lips together in a frenzy.
We lower to the rug in front of the fireplace. The gentle heat coming from the fire licks at my skin, causing it to flush. Viktor wraps his fingers into my hair and keeps my mouth against his as if it’s the first time we’ve ever touched. Our tongues dance around each other in a way that makes them feel connected. I pull his t-shirt off, wanting to feel even more connected to him. Viktor follows my lead and pulls my shirt up as I wiggle my way out of it. The heat from his chest warms my torso when we come together. He scoops me into his lap, keeping each of my legs at his sides so I’m straddling him as he lays me back and pulls the zipper of my jeans down. His fingers wrap around the mound of my pussy, causing waves of excitement to flow through me. I writhe against his hand as he keeps rubbing me through my jeans.
My hands fumble with the buckle of his belt as I unfasten it as quickly as I can. I need our bodies to be in total connection with each other. Viktor lifts my hips and pulls off my jeans and panties at the same time, raking over my nude body laid out before him.
“You’re mine,zaychik,” he whispers as I lower his pants down his muscular thighs. When he’s as naked as I am, Viktor crawls between my legs, pulling them apart with a lustful strength that makes me gasp. He cradles my head in his hand as he kisses my neck, rubbing the tip of his cock against my opening. I’m a second away from pleading with him to fuck me when he presses his shaft into me. He opens me so wide I moan in pleasure, feeling the ridges of his cock in me. He buries himself deep and stays there for a moment, letting out a shaky grunt. It makes me feel desired, possessed by a man who crossed the world for me.
He fucks me faster as I lay back and allow the pleasure of his thrusts to spread through my body. The head of his cock rubs against my insides in a way that lights my hips ablaze. I want more. I want everything.
“Yes,” I moan as I clasp my arms around his shoulders. Viktor responds, thrusting harder into me as his chest presses against mine with each of his rapid breaths. My insides explode in an orgasm as Viktor continues to fuck me. When I feel drunk with pleasure, he releases himself into me, filling me with even more wetness. I feel us together inside me, and grind my hips into him with delight when I feel a stream of his cum dribble out of me.
As we both recover, Viktor hangs his head in the crook of my neck. After a moment, he raises himself and looks at me. His eyes follow my hair and he picks up a strand. I sigh when I’m reminded of the terrible color Ashlyn forced on me.
“You had some time to update your look during our separation,” he says.
“Ugh!” I groan. “I’m changing it back as soon as possible.”
“I like it,” he says in a courteous but not unconvincing voice.
“It’s not me, Viktor.”
His face immediately changes to a serious expression. “Then it needs to go at once.” His fingers brush against my cheek as he looks at me. “Because all I want is you.”
I smile and throw my arms around him, pulling him to me. Viktor Mikhailov just said he wants me.
And I know it’s true.
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