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“Being cooperative. I like it.”
I’m only being that way because I don’t plan on marrying Viktor. I plan on escaping. How? I have no idea, but I have to try.
Viktor sets the dress carefully down before turning to me. “Now that that’s settled.” He grabs my waist and pulls me to him. I gasp, my arms hanging at my sides, the scissors falling to the floor. Viktor gives me a smirk before kissing me. And just as before, it’s rough, with Viktor dominating my mouth. I bite his lip, drawing blood, but it doesn’t stop him. Instead, it incites him further.
He growls as he pushes me back onto the bed. I land with a bounce. The look he gives me makes me shiver. Viktor gets on top of me, kissing me like he’ll without my lips on his. My hands curl around his shoulders to push him away, but I find myself drawing him closer.
The scraps from the destroyed dresses are underneath me, the lace digging into my skin. I don’t even care. All I can think about is Viktor’s lips on mine, his body pressed against mine. He shoves my legs open and settles himself between my hips. I’ve never done this with anyone before. I considered it whenever I snuck out to clubs, but I never went through with anything. I think I knew, deep down, that I would already get in trouble for sneaking out. I didn’t need to get int trouble for losing my virginity, too.
The bottom of my black dress rides up my thighs, making me feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt, even when Viktor saw me completely naked. Viktor grips my thighs. I gasp against his lips as he kisses me harder. When he trails his fingers to my inner thigh, I feel like I might lose my mind. His touch lingers over my underwear, so close and yet so far from what I need. God, am I even ready for this? Everything is happening so fast.
Viktor lifts his head to meet my gaze. “I’ve thought of nothing else but touching your pussy since we first met.”
A throb goes through my core, and I shift my hips to help alleviate it. “If you’re going to touch me … touch me.” I can’t even believe I said that. But my body feels like it’s on fire, and I need him to douse me with water.
Viktor’s eyes darken as he presses his fingers against my pussy. My lips part as pleasure rips through my body. Viktor begins to rub me over my underwear, pushing the fabric against my skin. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m getting touched … downthere… by a psychotic murderer. And yet, it’s happening, and it feels amazing.
My legs part farther as if controlled by a puppet. I can’t seem to stop it. Viktor’s fingers slip under my panties, touching me skin to skin. It feels even better. He runs his fingers over my folds, with his thumb pressing against my bundle of nerves. Oh my god …
My head drops back, and my eyes slip shut at the experience washes over me. Why have I never done this before? It’s electric and fire and passion and everything good in the world. My breath comes out faster as Viktor rubs me harder with his fingers. His breath mingles with mine as he stares down at me, wonder on his face.
When he flicks my nub, I gasp, my back arching, and I come instantly. I’ve never experienced such a sudden orgasm. Whenever I’ve touched myself, it would always take me a while to get there, but with Viktor, it only took me minutes.
Viktor presses his bloody lips to mine, and I bite them again, drawing more blood. He keeps his hand on my pussy while his other hand wraps gently around my throat. He squeezes faintly, but it’s enough for me to feel the danger behind it.
Finally, he pulls back from me, looking down at me like he could eat me alive. I don’t think I’d stop him. He adjusts the bulge in his pants, and confidence fills me, knowing I can create that kind of reaction in him. “Oh yeah. We’re getting married, all right.” He picks up the dress and leaves the room, whistling as he goes.
I shut my legs and stare up at the ceiling, wondering how all of that just happened. My body is coming down from the high of my orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this relaxed and anxious at the same time.
Viktor is so confident we’re going to get married, and I’m worried I won’t be able to stop him.
I roll onto my side and clench my legs together. My body still feels wired. I remember the time I went to my mom for sex advice because I’d just discovered masturbation. I was fourteen, and it was like my entire world had opened up. But I had questions.
* * *
“Mom?”I asked, finding her in the living room, painting her toenails. Emilia was in the kitchen, helping our siblings with their homework. She never had to help me with mine because I rarely did my homework to begin with. Dad was at work as usual. It was pre-Franco days, and life, overall, was good.
“What is it, Gemma?” she asks, her tone telling she already expected a fight.
“What’s sex like?”
She whipped her head up to stare at me. From the kitchen, Antonio laughed, making kissy sounds. “Gemma asked about sex!” he teased. At ten years old, he was extra immature. Emilia shushed him and told him to get back to his math homework.
Mom stood up and pulled me away from the kitchen, so my younger siblings couldn’t hear anything. “Why would you ask me that? You’re only fourteen. You don’t need to know what sex is like.”
“I know it’s how you make babies, Mom. I have the internet, and girls at school talk. I’m just asking if sex is fun. That’s all.”
Her face flushed, and she looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but having that conversation. “Gemma, you don’t need to worry about that. Sex is something you don’t even need to be thinking about. You’re too young.”
“I know you and Dad have a lot of it.”
“Gemma!” She looked horrified.
“What? You havesixkids. You’ve had a lot of sex, Mom. That’s why I’m coming to you with this. Just tell me what I can expect when it’s my time.”
She pointed her finger right in my face. “Your time won’t be for a long time. That’s all you need to know. Now, go help your siblings with their homework.”
“Why don’t you? You’re the mom.”
