A tremor runs through my stomach. My cock jerks against my belly, already leaking. I can't speak. I can't barely think. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
I shake my head hard. “Don't stop. Don't—Viktor, please don't.”
His eyes darken. He draws almost all the way out and pushes back in with slow force. The sound leaves me before I can swallow it down. He does it again, finding a rhythm that feels patient and cruel. My thighs shake. My hands search for something to hold until he takes them and pins them above my head. “Keep them there.”
I obey without thinking. He fucks me deeper, the pressure building until it breaks across my nerves in sharp waves. My body arches up toward him every time he thrusts, chasing the relief and the heat and the next unbearable stretch. “Look at me,” he barks.
I try. My eyes unfocus and refocus. I meet his gaze. A slow, hungry smile touches his mouth. “There you are,” he murmurs. “Such a pretty sight. Open and shaking. All for me.”
He thrusts harder, and the angle shifts. He hits a spot inside me that makes my vision pulse white. My cock jumps against my stomach in violent twitches. “Right there… oh God… right there?—”
He grips my hips and locks me in place while he drives into that exact place again and again. My voice breaks. My legs pull back farther on instinct, giving him more access, giving him everything. “That’s it,” he growls. “Take it.”
My back lifts off the mattress. My breath stutters. My cock leaks relentless. “Viktor… I'm close… I'm—please?—”
He slows for one moment. My whole body shakes at the loss. His hand locks my hip in place, holding me there. “You come when I tell you.”
I let out a helpless sound. I don't know how to hold it. I don't know how to stop anything in my body from breaking open. “Please,” I whisper. “Please, let me?—”
He leans down, mouth brushing mine, breath hot. “Ask properly,” he murmurs.
“I want to come. Please, Viktor, let me come.”
He bites gently at my bottom lip. “Good boy.”
Then he fucks me hard. My nails dig into the sheets. My thighs tremble. My cock slaps against my stomach with every thrust. The pressure builds too fast to hold. It climbs and climbs until I can't breathe. “Come,” he orders.
It hits me so fast I cry out. My cock erupts against my stomach in thick pulses. My body arches off the mattress and shakes through every wave. I can't think. I can't speak. I can only feel him inside me, filling me, pushing me through each harsh surge. He groans deep in his chest when he feels me clamp around him. “Jonah… fuck?—”
His rhythm breaks. His hand tightens on my hip. He thrusts once, twice, a third time with a shudder that rips through him. Then he spills inside me. His cock pulses deep inside me in slow waves that make my spine tremble all over again. I grip his back and drag him down onto me, desperate to feel all of his weight.
We stay in a tangled, shaking mess. Then he pulls out slowly, careful with the sensitivity, and lies beside me. His hand finds my chest. My leg hooks over his hip without thinking. For a long moment nothing moves. No one speaks. The only sound is our breathing and the soft hiss of snow against the window. We stay like this for a long time. Long enough to drink the lukewarm coffee and watch more snow fall.
Then a knock lands against the door.
“Mr. Morozov.” The voice carries through the wood. “Dr. Petrov requests you.”
Viktor sits up. Whatever softness lingered in him drains out, replaced by something calculating. “Not now.”
“Coming in.”
The door opens. Five men in black step inside. “We weren't sure if you were awake,” one of them says. Judging by the way his eyes widen, he hoped Viktor wasn't. Then one of the guards lifts his gun and points right at me.
Viktor moves instantly, planting himself in front of me. His body blocks mine completely. “Touch him, and you die.”
“Easy.” Sokolov walks in. “This doesn't have to get messy. Or maybe just a little.” He chuckles, then gestures to his guards. They surround Viktor with drawn guns. “Now, come with me, prince.”
My chest caves in. My eyes sting. I can't breathe. Just as I thought there might be some happy ending to this, they need to come in and do this. I don't realize I'm crying until my vision blurs. “Please,” I choke. “Don't hurt him.”
Viktor turns his head just enough for me to see his eyes. Something in them breaks. “Jonah. Look at me.”
I try. I can't stop shaking.
“Stay here. Don't move.”
They grab him. I sob when they do. I don't care how it sounds. “No…Viktor?—”
He lets them take him. As they pull him toward the door, he looks back once. “I'll be back soon.”
