I smile, pretty confident with the latter.
“Good morning, love. You can come out now.”
Still, nothing.
I move around the room, looking for places she’d be able to hide—under the bed, behind her vanity desk, the walk-in closet, and so on.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing these kinds of games? Come out, Victoria. You’re not a child.” I sigh, pulling the curtains to the side, letting the sunshine in.
Annoyance making its way to my clenching jaw, I walk over to the bathroom to check behind the cupboard there. But maybe she really isn’t here. Maybe Mikhail played me and somehow got the key from Corinne, then let her out. Maybe—
A sharp, almost blinding pain pokes through the side of my abdomen, twisting with obvious hate. Tendrils of blood seep out, making a warm spot on my shirt. Flinching, I look down to see a small but polished glass shard lodged in my skin. Around it,a slender, manicured hand comes into view before it retracts almost as quickly as it struck me.
“I belong to no one,” Victoria says, seething, from her hideaway behind the bathroom door. “And I will win—against you, or anyone. My fuckingnameproves it, dickhead.”
Before I get any time to react, she whooshes past me, her rushed steps traversing the bedroom and exiting through the door I left open.
Alone and bewildered, I continue to look at the shard, and a laugh erupts from somewhere deep in my chest as I register what just happened.
She stabbed me. She fucking stabbed me.
The pain grows and sharpens with each shake of my shoulders. I pull the glass out of my side with one swift movement and toss it to the white bathroom tiles, sprinkling some of my blood around its perimeter.
“Someone woke up in a bad mood,” I muse.
Shaking my head, I walk out into the hallway, trying to figure out which way she ran. The house is so massive it’s practically a maze, and it would literally take me hours to find her… if I hadn’t already noticed a faded, bloodied print on the right wall beside me. In her frenzy, it’s very unlikely she realized her mistake. So I take in her direction, patient but steady because I know she’s headed toward a dead end.
I push open every door in my path, and for the most part, they’re empty bedrooms. Two of them, however, lead to Corinne’s suite. It’s breakfast time, so she’s probably downstairs, setting the table and directing the other staff like she does every morning. Which means Victoria could’ve easily snuck in there and not get busted by her.
And sure enough, when I open the door and peer inside, my pretty little war prize is on the floor with a phone at her ear, turning in horror to realize she’s been caught.
“So I get stabbed in the back, and someone else gets a sweet phone call? You’re hurting my feelings, Victoria,” I say with false sympathy as I rush to her side, snatching the phone from her.
“Fuck.You!” she yells, standing up, scratching at me with her nails.
I back away, putting the phone to my ear, but hearing no one from the other end. “Who did you speak to?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know!”
I snort, looking at her petite figure, at the way her pretty blue eyes shine with hate and anger. I’ll find out anyway. And when I do, I’ll make sure they’re fucking dead.
Victoria leaps past me, but I wrap my arm around her just in time to catch her midway. I pull her to me, my wound contracting, sending pain everywhere in my body. She gouges at my arm with her nails, puncturing skin, drawing more blood. Smirking through her small victories.
I take a few steps forward with her still thrashing in my arms, then throw her on the bed.
“Enough.”
I tower over her, gripping both wrists above her head. With my other hand, I circle her throat, forcing her to stay still and look at me. Jaw clenched, she bares her teeth, pushing her hips up abruptly, trying to sway me off her. But I’m not going anywhere.
Her body rubs against mine, dragging a deep groan from me when I feel her plump pussy through the thin material of her panties. She’s wearing her birthday dress from yesterday, but it’s ridden up, exposing her to me.
Without thinking, I start rocking into her, gliding my hard-on against her spread-out slit. A soft moan whispers in my ear, and I swear to fucking God she’s arching into me. It’s shy, and barely noticeable, but my cock feels every stroke of her sweet pussy against it.
“Giving up already? I thought winning was in your name.” I lower my head to lick the side of her neck, feeling her pulse pound against my tongue. So fragile.
I bring my lips closer, leaving a soft bite that I know will leave a bruise. My cock grows harder, and she whimpers, resuming her thrashing under my weight. The movement makes her chest expand and her breasts brush against me. She sags again, eyes fluttering closed, her knees parting wider, giving me more access.
“It would be so easy to pull your panties to the side and fuck you raw. Is your pussy nice and wet? Hmm?”
