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His touch is soft as he takes my phone from my hand, but he grips it so tightly his knuckles turn white. “I should throw this against the wall so he can’t contact you again,” he grits out through his teeth as he stares down at my phone. When he looks up at me again, I gasp, and he allows the phone to clatter to thefloor. I don’t look at it, not giving a single fuck about it, as I find myself trapped in his gaze. His large hands cup my cheeks, his thumbs brush my tears away. “Calla,” he murmurs, “I need to know. Does he always talk to you like that?”
I shrug and try and look away from him, but he doesn’t let me. I swallow, trying to find my voice. “It wasn’t always like that.” I wince, hating that it sounds like I’m defending him and Viktor’s eyes flare in response. “I’m not defending him,” I’m quick to add, “I’m just stating facts. Before our parents died, he was indifferent to me. He wasn’t the brother I needed though. Never protective, never warm. He just wasn’t like that,” my words are laced with sadness and shame.
“What happened after they died?”
“Everything changed,” I breathe out, looking into his eyes, wanting him to see the truth in my words. “All the men who worked for our father were replaced with his own guys. Some of them gave me the creeps. He gave me rules like never talking unless I was asked a direct question.”
Viktor’s eyes soften and he studies my face like he’s seeing me for the first time. “I want you to forget all those rules, Calla. I want your fire, your thoughts, your opinions. I might not always agree, but I know I’ll be a better man with your authentic self at my side and not the meek little doll your brother tried to create.”
His words sink deep into my heart, and I start to believe, really believe, this can be so much more than an arrangement we were both forced into. This could be freedom. This could be forever.
Without thinking about it, I sink my fingers into Viktor’s hair and pull him to me. When our mouths meet, my body jolts and then relaxes. My racing mind starts to slow and the achein my heart ebbs into numbness. I want to replace that feeling completely.
“Please, Viktor,” I murmur against his lips, “help me to chase away feeling numb. I’m so tired of feeling that way. I’m so tired of being powerless.”
“Calla,” his voice is tinged with sadness. It’s not pity; I’ll take it.
His hands run down my face, neck and then my arms. He peels my shirt off my body slowly. If he’s waiting for me to tell him to stop, he doesn’t need to. “Viktor don’t tease me,” there’s a demand in my voice that has him chuckling.
He still doesn’t move faster when he grips the top of the leggings I’m wearing and drags them down my legs along with my panties. I’m more than happy to lift my hips to help him along. His blue-gray eyes fill with hunger as he looks down at me.
“Lean back,zhena,” he whispers and the hint of command in his voice has me melting back against the couch. He grips my hips and tugs until my ass is hanging off the edge, but I feel secure in the way he’s holding me. My legs fall open and he groans, “So wet for me.” He looks up at me, affection and maybe a little pride shining in his eyes. “I can see your arousal glistening on your pussy, begging me to taste you.”
My eyes widen with his words and my hips shift slightly as if enticing him to follow through. He chuckles softly and the sound wraps around my body, stroking me and making me sink deeper into my need for this man. For my husband.
Before I can even try to form words, he dives between my thighs and starts to eat me like he’s been starved for years. I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat which turnsinto a moan of pure fucking ecstasy. His mouth on me, the way his tongue toys with me, sliding through my folds and wrapping around my clit, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I almost levitate off the fucking couch when he spears my entrance with his tongue. He makes a humming sound, and his eyes come up to meet mine, which I’m sure are as wide as saucers. It’s clear he’s pleased with himself as he laps at me, licking me and scooping up my arousal like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“I want you to come on my tongue,” he mumbles against my pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through my body.
When he sucks my clit into his mouth, pleasure coils inside of me, begging and pleading, tightening and threatening. I’m a panting, moaning mess, but I’ve never felt more alive. Nothing can touch me when I’m in Viktor’s arms and he’s making me feel alive.
“Viktor,” I shout as my thighs shake and I fall over the edge while he fills me with two fingers that take me by surprise.
He laps at me and my mind wanders. I feel fuzzy and sparkly. Untouchable. Content.
Then I’m floating and it takes me a moment to realize Viktor is carrying me to bed. He lays me down gently and when I look up at him, I can see my arousal glistening in his beard. My cheeks heat at the sight, but I’m not embarrassed. No, I’m turned on.
“Hands and knees, Calla. I need to remind you who you belong to, who your husband is,” his voice is husky with need.
It feels like I move faster than light and sluggishly at the same time. When I’m positioned on my hands and knees, his hands trace over my body. This touch is soothing and naughty at the same time. I have no idea how he pulls it off, but I sink into the sensation.
The sound of his belt and pants hitting the floor has my back arching. “Please, Viktor. I need to feel you inside of me.”
He grunts, “I’m going to fill you with my cock, don’t worry,zhena.” He drags the head of his cock up and down my slit before he notches himself at my entrance. He leans over my back and grips one of my hips, his touch deliciously possessive. “And this time, I’ll be filling you with my cum instead of the condom.”
I start to turn to look at him over my shoulder, but then I’m jolted forward by him punching his hips forward and filling me with a long, hard stroke. My mind turns to mush at how fucking good it feels. The way my body stretches around him feels like I’m burning from the inside out.
As he starts to move, fucking me hard and obliterating everything other than the way he feels, he’s deeper inside me than he was the other night. Every thrust, every moan and grunt coming from us, erases a little more of my pain and torment.
He fills me up—my body, my mind, my soul—and I’m grateful for it.
The only thing grounding me is the way he’s gripping my hips and the sound of our skin slapping together every time he pumps inside of me fully. I move back against him, needing more, needing everything.
“Viktor, yes,” I hiss.
His fingers grip my hips even tighter, and he fucks me harder, transporting me to float amongst the stars. I squeeze my eyes tightly together and his voice calls me back, “Come, Calla. Coat my dick so I can fill up your pretty pussy.”
