CHAPTER
SEVEN
JONAH
I’m notsure what woke me up, but my body feels tight. The house is quiet except for the faint scrape of boots in the hall. Guards. A reminder that leaving isn’t an option. Something warm presses against my ass. The weight shifts and my breath catches. It’s Viktor’s cock.
Sometime in the night he must have shifted behind me. I'm still in his bed. That’s not good. Now his body is pressed along mine, his arm hooked across my ribs. I’m freaking out. I’ve never felt another man like this. But what’s worse is that my own cock aches inside my pants. Again.
It doesn’t make sense. I’ve never been this sensitive. I remember the girls I dated in college, how I used to count the patterns on the wallpaper just to get through the night. Touch has always been a chore. An obligation. I thought I was broken, but right now I'm rock hard. My skin buzzes. It’s terrifying.
I try to will my blood to slow, but it doesn’t listen. I despise that I’m hard for someone this dangerous. Why didn’t I get out of his bed when I had the chance?
Because you were sleeping, dumbass. Better than you have in years.
I shift. My fingertips brush his side, catching the edge of the bear tattoo. The dark shape moves when he breathes. Cold slides down my spine. Family means something different here. So does ownership. And I’m lying in his bed, hard and shaking, touching the mark that says he belongs to this world.
Bratva.
Suddenly, Viktor’s hand grips my wrist. I flinch. I should’ve moved when I had the chance. Now I’m pinned here with a hard-on against a man who can end me. He doesn’t open his eyes. He just holds me there, keeping my hand against the hard plane of his chest. I feel his heart under my palm. It’s a steady thud.
“I can hear your thoughts from here,” Viktor rumbles. He shifts behind me, moving closer until there is no air left between us. “They’re so loud,malysh.”
“I’m going to shower,” I stammer.
Viktor’s eyes snap open. He doesn’t release my wrist. Instead, he shifts. The mattress dips as he pulls me up until I’m hovering over him. His other palm closes over the hard length of me, crushing the fabric of my scrubs against my skin.
“What are you doing?” I bark out the words, my voice cracking. My knees give.
“You’re hard,” he murmurs. His thumb traces me through the material. “Are you going to leak through these cheap clothes, Jonah? You want a monster in your bed. You want to see if the stories about the Morozov prince are true.”
I try to yank my hand back. “I’m your nurse, Viktor. This isn't—stop.”
Viktor’s mouth curls into a small, arrogant smile. I watch the way he weighs me, deciding exactly how much of my dignity he’s going to strip away before the sun comes up. He doesn't move his hand. He just waits. Silence weights the room. I can see the outline of his shoulders, the strength in his neck. I should say no. I should scream for a guard. I know I’m crossing a line that hasno way back. I’m trading my scrubs for the weight of a killer, and for the first time in my life, I don’t care about the cost.
“You’re here for whatever I tell you. You've spent this time pretending those hands are just clinical. Now you’re going to use them to touch me properly.”
I hate that I’m leaking for a man who is nothing but a source of danger.
“You like it when I do this?” His fingers hook under my jaw, turning my face. “This?”
“I’m not into men,” I grit out, a weak shield against the heat of him.
Viktor lets out an amused hum. “Then consider this a lesson. You’re in my bed, under my name. That makes you mine to use. Do you want me to wreck you?”
“I... I can't?—”
Viktor’s finger presses against my lips, cutting off my lie. He stares at me, searching my eyes for the truth my mouth won't admit. I want to scramble away. I want to run until my lungs burn. But the curiosity is a physical weight. I’ve never felt a pull like this, a desperate need to see what happens next. My life feels like a lie, and he is the only thing that feels real.
I go very still. My head is a mess. I try to find a reason to say no but my body isn't waiting for one. I give him a jagged nod. He knows exactly how much I'm willing to give him. “Y—yes.”
“Good boy. I’ve seen a lot in this city, Jonah, but never something as beautiful as you coming apart for me. You were carved out just to hold my weight.”
The corner of his mouth lifts. His grip on my chin tightens as he pulls me close, baring my mouth. My teeth clink against his. The taste of him floods my senses. I moan into his mouth. It’s a broken sound. He licks me hard, leaving no space to breathe.
“I’m going to fuck you. And then you’re going to patch me up like the good little nurse you are.”
“O... okay.” I shiver.
