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We spend an hour going over paperwork and purchases. I am not really listening, thinking about Cillian’s not-so-subtle threat against Ava. It makes me rethink the whole letting her live at the penthouse and not the mansion. There are so many things that could go wrong. I can’t control everything when we are not under the same roof. I am a man who demands and needs control. Not having her beside me twenty-four seven is throwing me out of balance. How do I get her to leave the penthouse and come back home? There has to be something. Anything. I’ve given her too much say. Somehow, I no longer have the last word.
“Viktor,” Oliver starts.
“What?” I bark.
“Maybe we need to pick this up later, and you tell me what is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong. Long day. Everything looks great.” I stand.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
“The mansion?”
“Oliver, don’t forget your fucking place. Call me if you absolutely need me.” I leave my office, not wanting to hear whatever he might say. I need Ava.
?
I walk into the penthouse where Ava is in the kitchen talking with the chef.
“Whatever you make will be fine. I am not picky.”
“I might,” I tease, walking into the kitchen.
“Pay him no mind.” I pull her close and kiss her. I don’t stop until we are out of breath.“Hello to you too. You are being rude.” I pick her up and start walking.“Put me down.” There is humor in her voice. I walk to the guest room.“What are you doing?” I slap her ass.
“I am going to show you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I open the door and walk in.
“I don’t want to talk,” I tell her.
I lay her in bed and start kissing her. She doesn’t argue. She lets me, and I kiss her. Losing myself in her is what I need. This is my happy place. The one place I feel centered and in control. She is the only person besides my children I give a fuck about. I won’t let anyone harm her. She is everything. My life is a chessboard, and she is the Queen. She is the most powerful piece on my board. If she only knew she has the power to destroy me. My life stopped being my own the minute she walked into the restaurant.
Chapter Fifty Two
Ava
“Viktor,” I moan as his hand goes inside my jeans.
It encourages him to go deeper. He kisses me with such passion. It’s like he wants to make sure I know I am his. Not that I need to be reminded. My body knows it very well. He takes his hand out and pops the finger in his mouth. It's so erotic.
“You are so delicious.” The words ignite a fire in me.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down effortlessly followed by the t-shirt I am wearing. I am left with a matching black lace set.
“Were you expecting me, baby girl?”
“Maybe or maybe not,” I tease.
He turns me around in one move. Before I know what is happening, his hand connects with my ass. I find myself instantly wet between my legs.
“You’ve been a bad girl. I think we need to teach you manners. Six should do it.” I stay quiet.“I asked you a question.” He says, even though I know he didn’t.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“These are in the way.” He shreds my panties with a single touch.“You are so wet for me.” His fingers graze me. I arch, trying to get friction.“There will be time for that. I want you to count.” He slaps me. It burns. But it’s that sweet burn.“Count Ava.”
