8
VIKTOR
Isaw him grab her the moment I followed her into the hallway. I’d been standing in the shadows of the reception hall all evening along with theboeviksYanov chose for this with the intent of keeping an eye out for Nikolai’s enemies. And I knew she would be here tonight. I was not prepared for the moment I saw her.
When she first walked in, I was done for. She was wearing this slinky blue dress that hugged her hourglass figure and pushed up her full breasts. The rose colored hue of her curls darkened against the blue of the dress, giving her a lavender halo. She looked ethereal. When I noticed her looking around, presumably for me, I stayed hidden, watching her body move with grace like water around the room.
So, when she left, I was compelled to follow, and it’s a good thing I did.
It was one of the Chuvash. He appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her, forcing her to the women’s bathroom. I was moving before I was fully conscious of my actions.
Now this son of a bitch and I are eye to eye. He’s got her pressed against the wall, one hand holding a knife against her back and the other gathering up her dress. He’s frozen like a deer in headlights. I can see the immediate terror in them as he realizes who the fuck I am.
He lets her go and whimpers anOh, shitas he steps back. He knows it’s too late for him.
I rush him, grabbing him by the collar, and push him hard. He goes flying backward, feet in the air and knife flying from his hand as he lands on his back and skids the rest of the way to the wall. He clambers up to a sitting position, his hands up to me defensively. “Please,” he begs in Russian. “I didn’t know?—”
“You didn’t know what?” I growl back in Russian. “That I was here tonight or that this is Nikolai’s daughter? Big mistake.”
“No, I,please!”
I’m already on him. I stomp on his chest, driving the heel of my shoe into him over and over until I feel the vibration of his bones cracking. He slides down the wall with every kick, his pained yells turning to gurgling grunts as he ends up flat on the floor. I bend down and grab him by the neck, yanking him up as I punch his face, over and over again, breaking his nose, his teeth… Every part of his face gives me a satisfying crunch as his bones cave inward.
I hear the door open and the sound of my brothers talking to me rapidly, telling me to stop.That’s enough. He’s done, Viktor…
It’s not until someone pulls me off him that I stop willingly. I stand over what used to be a man, his face mangled in a mess of blood and swollen, purple trauma. Blood is splattered on thefloor and the walls around him as he wheezes with the last fragments of his life.
“We’ve got it.” He’s picked up and dragged away. The beast inside me still rages as I watch him go. I’m still hungry.Let me follow. Let me…
My eyes fall on Tati as the door closes behind her. I might’ve expected her to run. Or to be frozen with fear.
She’s not. A strange and wild look passes over her eyes as she stares at me. The hills of her cleavage rise and fall quickly.
“Th–Thank you,” she whispers.
I try taking a deep breath to calm myself, but it’s just not working. I need release. And I need it now.
I walk past her to the door and lock it.
“What… what are you?—”
“How long have you wanted to fuck me,Tanechka?”
She blinks, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t deny it now. You’ve been looking for a moment to catch me alone. Well, here I am.” I take a step toward her, and the gentle smells of powder and sweet jasmine greet me. She’s biting her lip like she’s trying to hold back her words as she tries her best to meet my eyes. I’m so fucking hard right now, I can barely stand it.
“You need my permission, little one?” I say as I move closer to her. She lifts her chin, standing firm as I tower over her. “Want me to show you what I need?”
Softly, she whispers, “What can you show me that I don’t already know?”
I chuckle. This little thing needs discipline. “Take off your dress.”
“What?”
“Don’t make me tear it off you,” I add in a firm, succinct tone. Her eyes change, and the curve of her heart-shaped mouth turns up. She reaches behind her and pulls down the zipper.
“From this moment forward,” I say as I watch her dress slide off her shoulders, “you will do everything I ask. Without question. Every question, every objection, every moment you decide not to obey me will be met with punishment.”
