“You think I got her just to fuck her?”
“Nah. We both know why she’s really here. But you want this woman for more than that, don’t you? She’s pretty, got that fire in her veins. Who knows, maybe she’ll be the one to ruin you, and I won’t have to.”
I step forward, and he doesn’t retreat. He looks like he could take another punch, and my fingers itch to make his wish come true.
“You want to ruin me, Mikhail? Then get in line. Or, better yet…” I shrug. “Do something about it. Because the way it’s looking out right now, I’m winning. You’re lost in the fucking crowd.”
I pin him down with my gaze a moment longer, then walk away, his voice carrying over to me one last time.
“Careful, brother. Danger hits harder when it’s hiding in plain sight.”
Back in my wing, I pass by Victoria’s bedroom door, dragging a hand down my face.
My sweet little captive comes back to the front of my mind. And suddenly, my cock starts throbbing against my pants, hard and fucking angry at the denial I’ve enforced on it.
The image of her crying, the camisole strap fallen off her shoulder…Christ. I expected her to be beautiful, but not like this. She looked so soft, so serene under the pale moonlight, giving me a glimpse of her breast.
She’s ravishingly perfect, and the fact that no other man has touched her makes me even more restless. She’s mine, and I get to be the first one—theonlyone—who taints her innocence.
She thinks I’m too much now? Well, she won’t be thinking that when she’s bouncing on my cock, riding me like the good little equestrian she is.
One day soon, I’ll be her undoing, and she’ll be stretching her holes for me in offering before I even have to ask.
I barge into my room across the hallway, shutting the door behind me with a loud bang.
My palm slaps against the nearest wall, and I rush to take my cock out with the hand I used to swipe the tear off her cheek. I wish I’d tasted her then, but I didn’t, so I could prove a point. She means nothing to me, and her only purpose in all of this is to secure my position against my—
Fuck!
I grunt, stroking my length with harsh, sudden movements, feeling the tendrils of pleasure crawl down my spine and shoot to my cock. I think of her tongue wrapped around me, of her virgin pussy squeezing me tight as I fill her up with all the cum she can take.
Such a good girl—she can be such a good girl for me. And she can be feisty, and I like them both.
“Fucking hell, Victoria,” I mutter, gripping my cock tighter, increasing my pace. “Look what you’re making me do.”
Embarrassingly enough, a few more strokes are all it takes before cum spurts into my fist, coating my hand, smearing the crotch of my slacks. My chest rises and lowers with exhausted breaths as I rush to rid my mind of her image again.
What a nuisance.
I unbutton my shirt, taking off my clothes on the way to the en-suite bathroom. The water is ice cold when I turn on the shower, and I don’t wait until it warms up to walk under the stream. My chest expands further, the coolness pouring down my hot skin doing nothing to regulate my breathing.
At least I can think again.
Minutes pass, and my skin begins to tingle from the severity of the temperature, keeping me grounded to the present. Eventually, I step out, using a towel to shake the excess water from my hair.
The sight of the wall I leaned against minutes ago brings back a flood of blood to my groin, making my cock swell. I clench my jaw, turning to the bed instead, shoving myself under the covers. I can only hope the memory of my soon-to-be wife doesn’t follow me into my dreams.
***
The next morning, I unlock Victoria’s room, expecting to see her either in bed or getting ready for the day. But the bed is empty, the sheets barely rumpled, as if she woke up in the middle of the night and fled.
Impossible, of course, since I locked her up myself. I leave the door open and peer into the attached bathroom, but there’s no sign of her.
What the fuck?
The windows are closed, and there’s no way she could’ve made the jump. And if shedidjump, she’d have a broken spine, leg, or arm, at the very least.
There’s no way she’d make it out of the property without one of my men seeing her and alerting me during the night. The only possible conclusions are, either somebody let her out… or she’s hiding right here, in plain sight.
