“Oh—” She pants, her hands no longer pushing against mine.
I squeeze her throat, enough for her to open her eyes and acknowledge who’s rubbing her pretty cunt. I want her to know it’s me. Want her to realize she’s letting me take whatever I want from her, even if I choose not to.
“Wolfg—”
“Yes, it’s me, Victoria. And I’m going to make you come.”
I rock into her deeper, longer, ignoring the pull of my own pleasure—of my impending release—as I loosen my grip on her throat and let her sweet little moans fill the air. I laugh to myself realizing there’s another thing she and I have in common.
Because here I am, stabbed and bleeding with my cock pressed against her, and here she is, breathless with her neck bearing the marks of my possession. Pain brings people closer, and it seems ours keeps twisting like two lovers’ fingers lacing together for the first time.
Then her legs twitch around my body, and her sensitive pussy remains still, taking my strokes like a good little plaything. Her face scrunches, eyes fluttering closed, a throttled cry echoing in my ear as she arches her back away from the mattress beneath her. I release my grip on her wrists, bringing my hand between us, pulling her panties to the side and touching the proof of her arousal. She moans louder, head twisting to the side, hair spreadout in all directions. She’s so fucking erotic right now, coming undone by my hand. I can’t help but praise her.
“You are exquisite. And this pussy—” I push my finger against her entrance, “Christ.Look at the mess you made all over my hand.”
My last words seem to wake her up from her trance. She pushes her hands into my chest with a puff, and I let her, rolling to the side so she can get up. And when she does, her baby-blue eyes are thunderous—no longer hooded, no longer hiding beneath the veil of pleasure she was so desperate to lose herself into just moments ago. She’s all flushed, pink cheeks, swollen lips, and all.
“This changesnothing.” She huffs, pulling a fallen strap back up on her shoulder.
I stand up, dusting myself off as I face her and smile. “You’re right. It doesn’t. You’ll still be my wife, and you’ll continue to drip on my fingers like a needy little slut.”
She throws me a cold smile in return.
“You forgot the part where I’ll never love you.”
“I’ve been hated all my life, Victoria. It’s what I know. In fact, the only way you might be able to get my guard down is if you did, somehow, end up loving me.”
She scoffs, and it’s all the confirmation I need.
“That’s what I thought. Now, tell me, love… who thefuckdid you call?”
9
VICTORIA
Ipromised myself I’d kill this man. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but one day, when his guard is down, I’ll stab him somewhere else—somewhere he can curse me for even in death.
I glance down at his wound, but no more blood is coming out. I guess I wasn’t strong enough to push it deeper inside.
My eyes snap back to his. To the feral look on his face that was just inches away from mine a minute ago. My cheeks heat instantly, remembering what he did to me… what Ilethim do to me.
I gulp. “No one. You got here before I managed to call.”
“No one,” he echoes, smiling with that usual collected smile of his that sends a shiver down my spine. I take a step back as hesays, “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me the truth. Because if I ask Corinne to unlock her phone and tell me the last number that was dialed, I promise you, Victoria, whoever was on the other line is not living to see another fucking day.”
“You’d kill them anyway! Even if I told you.”
“That depends.”
“On what…?”
“On how sweetly you beg me not to.”
I exhale, looking to the side as I retreat to the safety of my mind. It was stupid to call Sasha, I know that now. I put his life in danger, not thinking Wolfgang would threaten with something like this. I thought… I thought he’d take it out on me, which I would’ve been fine with.
Dread envelops me, making me wrap my arms loosely around my waist. “Don’t touch him,” I say, my voice reduced to almost a whisper. “Please.”
He quirks a brow. “Him?”
