A moan rips from Viktor’s chest. He hooks his fingers into my hair as he loses himself in the feeling.
"Enough," he rasps after a minute. He yanks me up by my waist, flipping me onto my back. "I can't take any more of that. I need to be inside you."
He lines himself up against my soaking pussy and drives himself inside.
I shriek against his shoulder as he stretches me out until it feels like I'm breaking open. He fucks me with brutal force. And it’s the perfect mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me cross-eyed.
As if that isn’t enough, he slaps his open palm against my swollen clit. My entire body violently jolts. Before I can even scream, his other hand presses firmly down on my lower stomach.
Something deep inside me completely ruptures. For the first time in my entire life, a hot wave of fluid erupts from me.
It feels so unnaturally good that I start praying in my head. Praying not to die from the pleasure. I am entirely suspended in ecstasy.
Viktor lets out a roar. He drives himself in one last time as his body violently convulses. His warmth mixes with mine, and peace washes over me. It's like my life is finally complete.
Slowly, I drag myself back to reality.
Viktor is completely drenched, dripping in my fluids, the mattress soaked beneath us.
My eyes well up with hot tears. Oh god, what have I done? This is so embarrassing.
The embarrassment eats me alive, chewing at my gut.
"Viktor, I'm so sorry," I sob out. "I didn't know that would happen—"
"Hey. Stop," Viktor commands.
He doesn't let me hide, pulling my hands away from my face, and begins kissing me all over. He gently strokes my hairto soothe me. "That was so fucking hot, Valentina. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Did I... did I trigger you?" I whimper as the overthinking comes back tenfold. "Did it remind you of the brothels? Of people using you?"
He yanks his head back, his eyes blazing with pissed-off intensity.
"Nothing about you reminds me of that hellhole. Do you understand me? Nothing," he snarls, his thumbs wiping away my tears.
"You are my savior, Valentina," he rasps. "You're my arrogant, beautiful girl. Never do I look at your body, or look into your eyes, and think about my past or any bad thoughts. You are the one who chases them away."
It’s the same for me.
Viktor is the one that chases all my demons away.
And I… I love him so fucking much that it scares me. But all the doubts are over. He’s mine now. And I’m his.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Valentina
The numbers on the screen don’t make sense. The familiar tension returns between my brows, and I rub out the pain with my knuckles. Something just doesn't seem right with the expenditures report. It’s fucking with my head.
Honestly, after the night I spent wrapped in Viktor's arms, work is the absolute last thing I want to think about. He is finally mine. There are no more deadlines, no more self-imposed vows holding him back, and the crushing guilt of being a monster or a trigger to his past is entirely gone. If I had it my way, I’d be doing absolutely nothing but fucking him all day.
But work can't wait, and today, both of us are elbows deep in it.
Except today is slightly different. Viktor brought his laptop to my floor, working at the desk right outside my glass doors. He’s running his agency from there today, because he just couldn’t handle space after what we experienced yesterday. He’s guarding me, just like old times.
Butterflies explode in my stomach every time I look at him.
I force myself to turn back to my monitor, stuffing the fantasies of sucking his dick underneath the desk in a box for later.
