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“Viktor!” I cry out, my body trembling. He bites down on my neck, drawing out the last bit of my pleasure.
With a couple more upward thrusts of his hips, Viktor comes next, moaning my name.
We slump onto the ground, him still inside me. I stare at the gun in his hand, a wisp of smoke rising into the air. Then I start to laugh. After a beat, Viktor joins me. I laugh for my life, for the craziness of that moment, and for my developing feelings for Viktor.
I always said I wanted an adventure in life, and Viktor sure does provide that. Even though I never wanted to be married, with him, I don’t feel like it’s settling. With Viktor, it feels like I’m just beginning to explore the world for the very first time.
“Tell me something no one else knows about you,” I ask once my laughter subsides. I’m resting my head on his chest, his heartbeat underneath my ear.
“I killed my parents,” he says in that nonchalant way of his.
I look up at him. “You already told me that. But why?”
He meets my gaze head on, almost like it’s a challenge. “No reason. Because I’m crazy. Pick your choice.”
“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”
His hands tighten around my back. “And what makes you think you know when I’m telling the truth or not?”
“Because there’s a reason a person kills their parents. And you’re not telling me what it is.”
“So astute. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Hey. I’m not a complete idiot.” I roll off him and stare up at the ceiling. “Though, if you asked my family, they’d say I wasn’t observant at all. Especially my older sister, Emilia.”
“Oh, I know Emilia. I accidently shot her once.”
I smack my hand onto his chest. “What the fuck, Viktor?”
“What? It was two years ago. And in my defense, I was aiming for her husband, not her. She just got in the way.”
“I remember, you know. She told me all about you. Warned me about you.”
“And yet, you couldn’t stay away, could you?”
“I didn’t have much of a choice.”
He looks way too pleased with himself. “So, tell me more about you and Emilia. She doesn’t think you’re capable?”
“Yes and no. She was always like a second mom to us, and when she married Marco, I had to pick up the slack. I don’t think she expected me to be able to do it, despite asking me to do it. And she … was right.” He raises his eyebrow, and I have to look away. “I could never be a second mom to my siblings. I mean, I didn’t want to be. I didn’t ask for it. But I wanted to make my sister proud. Yet I still found myself failing at it. I was never calm enough like her. Or sweet enough like her. Our mom would always scold me for the things I’d say or my attitude. My siblings couldn’t turn to me like they could Emilia.”
“You felt inadequate?”
I sigh. “I felt inadequate.” I frown, turning back to look at him. “I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this.”
“I’m easy to talk to.”
I snort. “Sure.” Deep down, I think I’m telling Viktor more about myself because I like him. I want him to know more about me, even if it comes with all of my failings. I think I want him to tell me it’s ok that I was never good enough like Emilia. I’ve always needed someone to tell me.
“Viktor. If I’m going to stay, then I need to know I’m going to see my family again someday. I need you to promise me that.”
He’s silent for a long time, and I think he won’t respond. Finally, he says, “I promise. Someday, you’ll get to see your family again.”
I let out a breath as the urge to cry hits me. “Ok. But if we’re going to be married, truly married, then I need more than sex.”
“You have an issue with the way we have sex?”
“No. I just need more. I want to see more of … anything, everything. I need excitement in my life.”
