He looks up, amusement flicking in his eyes. “Money, yeah? And where would you find my money?” He goes back to tormenting my nipples, flicking his tongue against the nub.
“I’m sure you have a s-safe somewhere.”
“Hmm, we do.” His mouth trails across my chest and up to my throat. He climbs over me until he’s half sprawled on top. His jaw is coarse with stubble. I drag my teeth along it. He pulls in a sharp breath and kisses me. His tongue pries between my lips as he takes my mouth. His cock is hot where it presses against mine. “My little thief,” he murmurs between kisses. “I’d have to punish you. How would you like to be punished?”
His fingers reach down, trapping my cock between our bodies. I moan before I can stop myself. Viktor chuckles. He dips his head to my neck and fastens his mouth there, leaving his mark. My eyes slip shut. I love when he does this. I love being marked by him.
“There. Now you are my little thief. Now, as for that punishment…” He moves lower. By the time his mouth reachesmy groin, my cock is aching, slick and pulsing. He closes his lips around it.
“Ahh—” My lower body jerks up on instinct. My head falls back into the pillows. He grips my balls, drawing them down and working them until my thoughts scatter. His free palm travels over me, possessive and rough. I last maybe a minute. I try to hold on, but he’s everywhere at once. It’s overwhelming. “I’m gonna…fuck—” I try to warn him. “Viktor, I’m gonna—hnnn!”
The words break apart as I spill into his mouth. He takes everything, pulling it from me until I’m hollow and shaking. When the rush ebbs, I reach for him with needy fingers. He comes back up and gathers me in, letting me tuck my face into the hollow of his neck. He’s still hard, untouched, but he settles against me like time isn't pressing.
“Thank you. No one’s ever done that for me.” I murmur the words into his chest, my voice thick with the aftershock.
He lifts himself slightly, bracing on his forearms so he can look down at me. “Really?”
“Really. I was too busy looking after Mom, then I was homeless. Then I was offered an internship at the hospital. I worked my way up before they offered to pay for my tuition to become a qualified nurse.”
“You’re a good nurse, Jonah.” He brushes hair out of my face and presses a kiss to my temple. “Because you care.”
I shrug, heat creeping up my neck. “I like being in the background. It’s easier.”
“You’re not in the background.”
“You know what I mean.”
I look down at his hand. He still has his fingers hooked in the waistband of my sweats, anchoring me. The heat from his calloused palm seeps through the fabric and into my skin. It is a constant reminder of how easily he could pull me back against him. How easily he could crush me if he wanted to.
He studies me for another second. “Did you like it?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Do you need a chart? Yes. Obviously.”
One corner of his mouth lifts. “Good.”
“Are you gonna let me return the favor?” My fingers slide down between us. I find him and wrap around his thick length. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Because you’re kind of… still very…”
“Hard?”
“Yeah.”
He closes his eyes for a second. I feel his whole frame tense, then force itself to relax. “Not right now,” he says. “Doc said to take it easy. I’m not putting weight on this side again until I’m sure I won't rip the stitches.”
“I could be on top,” I say before I can stop myself.
“Don't tempt me.”
I swallow. “Okay. Offer stands.”
He drags his thumb across my lower lip. His gaze tracks the jump of my pulse like he is memorizing the rhythm of my life. He finally lets go. He smooths my hair back, his calloused palm barely grazing my skin. “I want to show you something. Walk with me?”
“Is it the safe?” I follow him out of the bed. I’m still shaky from the way he just took me. “Because I’m still waiting on those stacks of cash you promised. I have a trailer to replace.”
Viktor’s lips twitch. A flash of amusement breaks through his heavy expression. He doesn't look back, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You’d be a terrible thief, Jonah. You had my life in your grip for three days and you didn't even check my pockets for a wallet.”
“I was busy stopping you from bleeding out,” I mutter. “And your pockets were empty anyway. I checked.”
He huffs a rough sound. “Smart boy. But I told you before. Money is for people who have something to lose. I have something better.”
