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“None of what you just said makes any sense.”
“Well, it did to me, so …” I push up her dress and spread her thighs before she can stop me. With a little flick of my wrist, I cut her inner thigh. It’s a shallow cut, but a tiny little bit of blood seeps out. Gemma hisses and tries backing away, but I stop her. “Just let me do this.” I press the vial against her leg and let the blood trickle into it. After a little bit has landed in the vial, I pull back. “See? Just a little bit. Let Franco know how serious I am if he thinks he can come after me again.”
Gemma presses her hand against her thigh. “Just give me a bandage, you weirdo.”
“I have a better idea.” I push her hand out of the way and lap up her blood, giving her inner thigh a good lick. “Mmm. Tasty.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Disgustingly obsessed with you.” I pull her panties down and stick my face between her thighs before she can react.
Gemma gasps as I give her pussy a good licking. No longer is she making sounds of objection. Nope. The only thing I hear are moans of pleasure. I kiss and lick her like I might die without the taste of her on my lips. And it’s true. I just might.
She lies back on the mattress, opening her legs wider and not putting up a fight. I flick my tongue over her nub, which makes her gasp and her hips jerk up. I place my arm around her hips to hold her in place as I fuck her with my mouth.
My tongue probes her entrance. Gemma’s breath hitches at this new development. Then I slip my tongue inside her, truly fucking her with my mouth. Gemma’s legs tremble and clench around my head. Her breath comes out faster while her moans come out louder. The way she’s so receptive to me makes me so fucking hard; it’s difficult to even think.
Her body shudders as she moans my name. “Viktor!” Hearing her call out my name is the best fucking feeling in the world. I keep licking her even after she’s calmed down. “Viktor, it’s too much.” She bats at my head, trying to stop me.
“But you taste too good.” I catch her eye as I lick up her slit. Gemma’s hips jerk up.
“I hate you, you know.” There’s no fight in her voice. Only a breathlessness.
“Don’t I know it.” I show her pussy no mercy as I continue to lick and kiss her all over, from her folds to her nub and back down to her entrance. This is heaven, if you ask me.
It doesn’t take long for Gemma to come again. Though, this time, her orgasm doesn’t seem as intense. She trembles and sighs before relaxing.
I finally pull back, giving the cut on her thigh one more kiss before standing up. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. Gemma doesn’t object. Instead, she parts her legs silently, giving me a lustful look.
She gasps when I pull her hips to the edge of the bed. I line my cock at her entrance before thrusting into her with one smooth motion. Together, we moan. Gemma’s head drops back, her eyes fluttering shut. I grip her thighs while I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. It’s rough again. I don’t show her body any mercy. I know she can handle it.
Her inner walls clench down hard on my cock, almost making me come, but I hold back, wanting to enjoy this moment for longer. With my every thrust, Gemma calls out my name. I’ll have to tease her mercilessly after this about it. I grip her thighs tighter as I pick up my pace. Gemma opens her eyes and locks her gaze with mine. We don’t look away from each other, not even when Gemma comes again, and I soon follow.
My hands smack against the bed as I catch myself, holding myself over her. Gemma is breathing heavily, looking like she just ran a marathon. I plant a kiss on her sweaty forehead.
“So, I take it you like the ring?” I ask.
She swats my arm, and I catch her hand and kiss her finger. Gemma looks up at me with an expression I can’t make out. It’s not angry nor happy. It’s almost a look of … contentment.
“I like the ring,” she finally says.
CHAPTER12
Gemma
The ring keeps catching my eye whenever I try to ignore it. Brushing my teeth? I see it. Eating breakfast? I see it. Just pacing around the room? I can’tnotsee it.
This ring is not a symbol of love like it is for most people. No, this ring is a symbol of Viktor’s possession of me. He got exactly what he wanted—me bound to him for life. Viktor won’t let me get a divorce. The only way out is through death.
But who’s death?
I don’t think Viktor will kill me, but he’s so unpredictable that it’s hard to know. And there’s also that little pesky thought at the back of my head that I don’t hate Viktor as I should. That thought scares me.
Viktor still doesn’t trust me enough to leave me without locking me in the bedroom. He knows I’ll try to escape if I get the chance, and he’s refusing me that chance. So, that’s why I’m stuck, walking back and forth and staring at the wallpaper in complete boredom. When Viktor is around, time passes by in a blink of an eye, but when Viktor isn’t here … My god, it drags on forever.
I perk up when the door opens, and Viktor waltzes in, carrying multiple bags. “You don’t have to leave me in here, you know.”
“I know. But where would be the fun in that?”
