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I feel like I’m in a dream as I walk towards him. My heart is pounding in my chest, my skin prickling with a desire that feels almost electric, my eyes shifting nervously between his face and his hard cock. I know what’s about to happen, or some of it anyway, but I still can’t figure out how I feel about it.
In my head, that is. My body feels as if every nerve is aroused, my blood throbbing through my veins, my heart racing until I can hear it pounding in my ears. I take another step towards him, and another, until finally, I’m standing at the end of the bed, waiting for Viktor’s orders.
He stands up smoothly, his pajama pants hanging on his lean hips, his cock jutting forward all on its own, thick and huge and glistening. His gaze rakes over me mercilessly, taking in my rumpled clothes, and his lip curls as he looks at me.
“Take those off,” he says, reaching for his cock to run his fingers lazily down the shaft again. “All of it. Strip for me, like you did on our wedding night.”
He’dstripped me then, more than anything else, but I don’t dare argue. My hands are shaking when I pull my t-shirt over my head, from fear or desire or some combination of the two, I don’t know. I suspect it’s that latter, but that doesn’t make it easier as I see him look at my breasts, his gaze heating as I reach down to undo my jeans.
He doesn’t say a word until I’ve stripped down to my bare skin, my clothes fallen in a pile on the floor as I stand there completely bare to him for the first time. At least on our wedding night, I’d had the lingerie to help cover me, but there’s nothing like that now. I’m acutely aware of my nipples, how they’re stiffening under his gaze despite the warmth of the room, the concave slope of my belly, the fact that he can see the soft hair between my thighs, damp from the arousal that’s been growing since the moment I opened the door.
Viktor steps closer to me, his eyes narrowing as he raises one hand to my breast, his finger outlining the curve of it, tracing beneath and around, up to the nipple. When he pinches it, I gasp; I can’t help myself. It sends a bolt of sensation through me, straight down between my legs, my clit suddenly pulsing with the need to be touchedtheretoo, maybe even pinched, certainly stroked the way he’s stroking my nipple now, making circles around it with the tip of his finger until my breath is ragged and I’m biting back a desperate, needy moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” His voice licks over my skin, makes me shiver with a need I don’t want to feel. “What about this?”
His hand slides from my breast, down my stomach, and I suck in a breath as I realize where he’s going to touch me next, right where I feel as if I need it the most. My cheeks are already burning, knowing how wet he’s going to find me, the slick heat that’s going to coat his fingers when he dips them between my folds.
“Bladya—fuck—” Viktor curses beneath his breath as his fingers slide against my hot flesh, and I can’t stifle the moan this time. It slips from my mouth, my lips parting as my eyes close, unable to look at him as he circles my clit, his fingers gathering my wetness as he does so. “Christ, you’re fucking soaked.” His palm presses against me, cupping my pussy as he strokes my clit, back and forth and then in circles, until my hips are pushing against his hand, wanting more.
“I want this shaved before the next time.” His voice is sharp, cutting again. His fingers move between my folds, his middle finger suddenly at my entrance, piercing me. He pumps it in and out of me once, twice, a third time as I gasp, my eyes rolling back at the sudden pleasure of the intrusion.
And then, just as quickly, he jerks his hand away. “Do you understand me?” he asks, lifting his hand to his lips. He breathes in, and I feel my face go hot, my mouth dropping open as he slides his fingers between his lips, licking away my arousal.
“Mm.” He groans. “You taste delicious, Caterina.” And then, before I can speak or move, he steps forward, his hard cock brushing my bare belly as he grabs my hair, running his fingers through it and fisting a handful as he tilts my head back.
It pulls almost uncomfortably at my scalp, but that’s not enough to stop a fresh wave of arousal from washing over me, trickling down my thighs as I bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning again.
“On our wedding night, I wanted to taste that sweet pussy of yours,” he growls, his face looming above mine. “I wanted to make you come, to bring you pleasure, to make it good for you. But you’ve refused every effort I’ve made to do exactly that. So, then, we’re going to do this a different way.”
His gaze rakes over my face, blue and piercing and heated with lust. “Until you learn to behave, to be a proper wife to me, I won’t be making you come with my tongue or my fingers. There will be no orgasms for you, my pretty little bride, unless you’re sheathed on this cock.” Viktor reaches down, squeezing himself, his fist pressed against my belly. “That’s the only way you may come,printsessa, until you learn your place.”
I can’t think of anything to say. Not even when he lets go of my hair, his hand resting on my shoulder as he presses down.
“Your first lesson is this—get down on your knees, mafia princess, and suck the cock of the man who owns you now.”
I feel like I can’t breathe, afraid and aroused all at once, my thighs slick with it as I start to sink to my knees. I feel ashamed and turned on, my body aching for him even as my mind screams that I’m not his princess, that he doesn’t own me, that he can’t force me to do any of this. But the truth is that hecan, and it’s not even really forcing if Iwantto. As I sink to my knees, a cock bigger than any I’ve taken in my mouth an inch from my lips, I want to taste him, feel him, to give in. It would be so much easier to give in, to let myself want my husband. To stop fighting him.
It’s going to hurt so much more whenhe’sthe one who doesn’t want you anymore if you do.
But I can’t think about that now. I feel him pressing the head of his cock against my lips. Without thinking, I flick my tongue out, swirling it over the smooth flesh and tasting the saltiness of his own arousal.
“More,” Viktor growls. “Open your mouth,printsessa.Let me see how you suck a cock.”
I know I’m good at this. Franco might have been an asshole to me about it after we were married. I still remember how much he liked the blowjob I gave him in the back of the limo after he proposed to me. And as angry as I am with Viktor for the way he treated me earlier, I also want to please him at this moment.
He’s big,so much bigger than what I’m used to. I can feel my lips stretching around him as I take him, inch by inch over my tongue, teasing the underside of the head and then running my tongue down the length of his shaft as I fight to take every inch of it. Viktor’s hand wraps in my hair again, his face twisted with pleasure as he watches me slide my lips down his cock, the head pushing against the back of my throat as he urges me downwards.
“That’s it,printsessa,” he groans. “Take it all. Take that fucking cock.”
There’s another gush of arousal between my thighs as I hear him say that, and I choke as I slide down the last inches, his cock wedged fully in my throat as my lips brush against his groin. Viktor moans, his other hand sliding down to cup his balls, lifting them so that they brush against my chin and bottom lip.
“Lick me,” he orders. “While your throat is stuffed with that filthy Russian cock you hate so much.”
This is the Viktor I didn’t see at first, the brute, the beast, the man I feared and hated. But now that he’s here before me, all of the careful gentlemanliness washed away in the tide of his rage today. It’s arousing me as much as it is terrifying me. And I have no idea what to do with that.
Except, for now, to follow his orders.
My tongue flicks out, sliding over his balls as I choke on the cock in my throat, and Viktor groans, his hips thrusting forward and pushing even more of him further down. For a moment, I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’m going to suffocate on his huge, throbbing cock, that this is how I’m going to die.
