"Probably your dad’s rivals," he said. His tone was sharp and sure. "Or someone else. There's a mole feeding them intel. That's the only way they knew where to aim."
The word mole twisted in my chest. Betrayal wasn't new to me, but hearing it here, in this fortress of shadows, felt different. It meant nothing was secure, not even this cage he kept me in.
I pulled my knees closer to my chest, whispering before I could stop myself. "So, no one can be trusted."
Victor's gaze locked on me; it was steady and fierce. "Me, you can trust me."
I didn't know if it was comfort or something else. Silence stretched, filled with the rhythm of the city below. My thoughts refused to quiet. Was I really starting to see him as more than my captor? My heart was traitorous, remembering the heat of his mouth, the way he'd bled for me without flinching. That kiss had been war, but I hadn't lost. I'd surrendered. And the worst part was that I didn't regret it.
I pressed my palm to my face, trying to scrub the feeling away. "This is wrong," I muttered into the dark.
He stood suddenly, the chair legs scraping across the floor. His shadow loomed over me, tall and imposing. "Wrong?" he echoed, his voice low, rough with something I couldn't name.
I looked up, my breath catching as he towered above the bed. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the hard lines of his chest, scarred from years of violence. But his eyes burned, fixed on me like I was the only thing in his world.
"Viktor, I..." I started, but words failed as he knelt on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. He moved slowly, deliberately, like a predator giving his prey a chance to run, but knowing he could catch it.
His hand cupped my cheek, thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "Tell me to stop," he said, his voice was like a gravelly whisper. "Tell me, and I will."
My body betrayed me, arching toward him as his fingers slid down my neck. It was gentle, so gentle I ached. He leaned in,his lips brushing mine... not claiming this time, but asking. The kiss started slowly, his mouth exploring mine with a tenderness that contrasted with his rough hands.
I moaned softly, placing my hands firmly on his chest to steady myself, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "Viktor..." I breathed against his lips.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching mine. "I don't want to hurt you, Emilia. Ever." His words were a vow that made my core clench.
I nodded, pulling him closer. "Then don't stop."
He groaned, deep and primal, his hands caressing my body. He slowly peeled off my shirt, his fingers tracing my skin as if I were made of porcelain. "So beautiful," he murmured, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck, sucking gently at my pulse point until I gasped.
My pussy throbbed with need, wet already from the heat building between us. He slid lower, his tongue flicking over my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I arched, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh god, Viktor..."
He switched to the other breast, biting softly, then circling with his tongue. "You taste like heaven," he said, his voice husky. His hand dipped between my legs, fingers brushing my panties. "So wet for me."
I whimpered, and my hips buckled. "Please..."
He smiled against my skin, slow and wicked. "Patience, printsessa." He hooked his fingers onto my panties, sliding them down my legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at my pussy, glistening and ready. "Fuck, you're perfect."
He spread my legs; his breath was hot on my inner thigh. I trembled as his tongue flicked out, tasting me. "Viktor!" I cried, my hands fisting the sheets.
He licked slow, rhythmic circles around my clit, setting my body on fire and making me tremble. "I care about you morethan you know," he murmured. He slid a finger inside my pussy, curling it to hit a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
I moaned louder, my body writhing. "Don't stop... please..."
He added another finger, slowly pumping in and out while gently sucking my clit. The pleasure built, wild and intense, like a storm gathering. "Come for me, Emilia," he commanded, his free hand gently holding my hips, careful not to bruise.
I shattered, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he made me cum, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. "Viktor!" I screamed, my body shaking.
He kissed his way up my body. I could feel his cock hard against my thigh through his pants. "Good girl," he whispered, his eyes soft. "I won't hurt you."
I reached for his belt, undoing it with shaky hands. "I want you," I said, pulling his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, veins pulsing as I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly.
He groaned, his head falling back. "Fuck, Emilia..."
I guided him to my entrance, wet and ready. "Slow," I whispered, showing I trusted him.
He nodded, pushing inch by inch, his eyes locked on mine. "You feel so good," he said, his voice strained with restraint. He filled me completely, stretching my pussy tight.
I gasped, nails digging into his back. "More..."
