CHAPTER
TEN
JONAH
The smellof coffee warms the air.
“I told you not to get out of bed,” I murmur. I keep my eyes on the window while my finger traces the frost. Still, my stomach swoops when I feel him approaching.
I shouldn't feel this. I should be looking for a way to break the glass, but instead, I'm leaning back, waiting for the heat of him.
“I wanted coffee.” Viktor’s chest presses into my back. One arm comes around my throat to draw me into the curve of his collarbone. “And since you don't dare touch my machine, I have to do it myself.”
He chuckles against my temple, making my frame tighten with the memory of last night. My cock stiffens when his fingers drift lower, teasing me before he even touches me. I hate how fast my body recognizes him. I’ve lost track of time, but my old life in the trailer feels like a grainy film I can't quite remember.
“Well, hello, little krasavchik.” He gives my erection a squeeze. A sound escapes my throat. “What, you're not going to greet your prince?”
His lips tease the shell of my ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth to suckle. The sound travels down my spine.
“F—fuck, Viktor, we should—” I whisper, bracing my forehead against the pane. The glass chills my skin while his body heats. I wonder if my Dad is sitting at the kitchen table right now, wondering why I haven't called. He'd be ashamed of how easily I've let a man like this take up all the space in my head.
“We should what?” He crowds in behind me. One palm settles on my hip while the other strokes me through my pants. “This you want?”
“Mmph…”
“And all this because you didn't make me coffee. Come on. Back to bed.” His hand leaves my cock only long enough to take my jaw and turn my face toward him. His eyes are green and dark. “Now.”
I don't argue. That part of me is dead. He has already dismantled my dignity. There is nothing left to defend. Instead, I watch Viktor place the drinks on the bedside table before he sits, closing the distance without breaking eye contact. He hooks two fingers into my waistband, pulling my pants down slow to watch my length spring free.
“Such a beautiful cock. Such a sweet nurse. Are you going to be good for me?”
“Y—yes.” I hate how fast I say it. I tell myself it's survival, but the way my heart hammers against my ribs says it's a lie. I'm changing, and the terrifying part is that I'm not trying to run anymore.
“I thought so.”
He nudges me back onto the mattress with one push and climbs after me, bracketing my hips. His hand settles at my waist. His mouth brushes my cheek in a single hot press that makes my stomach dip.
“What about the cof?—”
“We'll drink later. I'm thirsty for you first.”
His teeth graze my throat, nipping just enough to make my breath stutter before he smooths the sting with his tongue. My hips buck into his hand. He leaves another mark before soothing the sting with his mouth. Then he surges up to crush his lips against mine.
The kiss drags. Our tongues curl together in a rhythm that leaves me dizzy. I moan into his mouth and pull him closer. Every slide of his tongue against mine makes my body jump. He's an addiction, and I'm already hooked. Only recently, I was a virgin who was too busy for romance, too focused on the next shift. Now, I've become a slut for Viktor’s hands, and once again, I let him have his way with me.
When I see his cock thicken in his pants, we both grow restless. Viktor pushes himself up, his jaw tightening as a flicker of discomfort crosses his face. Ignoring the pain, he keeps his focus on me while standing by the edge of the bed to tug his pants down.
“You look like a starving man, malysh.” He grips himself and drags the blunt head over my lips and down my chin. “Is that what you want? Do you want to find out how I taste when I'm deep in your throat? Tell me you want to choke on it.”
I look up at him, dazed. My breath hitches as he drags the head along my lower lip. He's huge. I haven't done this before. But right now, I don't care. I'm feverish.
“Good boy. Open up.”
My tongue flicks out. The taste of his precum hits my taste buds like an electric current. Fuck, he tastes good. He looks at me through his lashes, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “That’s it. Show me how you take care of me.”
A shiver runs through me. I reach out, my fingers hovering for a second before curling around his shaft. I can feel Viktor watching me with those dark eyes. “Show me.”
Drawing the head into my mouth, I lick away the bead of precum at the tip, humming quietly. I'm dizzy with the taste of him. I want to be enough for him.
