Chapter Eight #2
I reached up and curled my hand around the back of his neck, just letting him hold me.
It felt nice to be in his arms. Viktor was my safe place.
Maybe that was crazy. He was Bratva, a killer, but for me he was so much more.
I’d been honest when I told him I loved him.
He might never say the words back, and that was all right.
The way he touched me, kissed me, worried over me told me enough.
He might not know what love was, but I was almost certain that’s what he felt.
“I’m right here, Viktor. I can’t promise that nothing bad will ever happen to me, but I know you’ve taken every precaution, and I know you’ll always find me.”
He turned me to face him and kissed me, his lips teasing, coaxing.
His fingers bit into my hips, as if he was afraid to let go, or perhaps worried I’d disappear again.
I tangled my fingers in the hair at his nape and pressed closer to him.
I’d missed this. Missed him. He hadn’t left my side while I recovered, but it wasn’t the same.
I missed the intimacy, even though I’d only shared it with him so very briefly.
The first time I’d been terrified. It had been different after our wedding in Vegas.
That was the closest I’d ever felt with someone, and I wanted to feel that way again.
Viktor pulled away, breathing heavily. “I’m going to wash you, myshka . Only that and nothing more. Not right now. Going to take it slow, just like you asked.”
I bit my lip and he tugged it free with his thumb.
“The doctor said…” I didn’t know how to finish the sentence.
“I know. No babies for a little while. I’ll protect you, my angel.” He ran his hand through my hair. “While I prefer taking you bare, I won’t do anything that could harm you. If we need to use condoms for a bit, then that’s what we’ll do. There’s a box under the sink.”
My body tensed at the reminder. He smoothed his hands up and down my arms, pressed a kiss to my brow, and pulled me close again.
“I’m sorry, myshka . My words were thoughtless. There’s only you in my life now, in my bed. I don’t want anyone else. I can’t erase the past, Cerys, but I can promise you my present and future are yours and only yours.”
“You don’t need to apologize. It’s silly of me to get upset over it.
You didn’t know me then, weren’t married to me.
And even now…” My heart ached at the mere thought, but he’d confessed while we were at the beach that it wasn’t uncommon for the men to have someone on the side.
It would kill me inside if Viktor ever did that.
“I’m not them,” he said. “I should have never told you that, but you’ll meet the other wives at some point and they may bring it up. I only meant to prepare you, lyubimaya .”
“You’ve never called me that before.”
He rubbed his beard against my shoulder before pressing a kiss there. The fact he didn’t offer a translation worried me. As sweet as he was being, it couldn’t be an awful word. Why wouldn’t he tell me?
“Viktor? What’s it mean?”
He was quiet and still. I didn’t think he would answer.
“Beloved.”
I couldn’t stop the tears that gathered in my eyes.
I rubbed my cheek against his chest and held on tight.
Never in my life had anyone called me beloved.
No one had wanted me once my mother died.
Mrs. Popov had been nice to me, but she wasn’t family.
The day Viktor and his men had entered our home, I’d thought it was the beginning of the end.
But meeting him, being part of his life, was the best thing to ever happen to me.
Yes, it had put me in danger, but I’d finally experienced tenderness, found someone who cared, and loved me.
“Make love to me, Viktor,” I said softly. “Please.”
He kissed me again, then shut off the water and helped me dry.
I heard him toweling off himself, then a cabinet opened and shut.
I heard a thunk and assumed it was the box of condoms. Although, I honestly no idea what condoms would sound like hitting a counter.
I’d never been around any before. The sound seemed to be a cardboard box, but I supposed it could have been something else.
His hand grasped mine and he led me back into the bedroom and eased me down onto the bed.
I lay back against the pillows and Viktor stretched out beside me.
I wished I could see him! I’d give anything to see the look in his eyes right now.
Even if I only had my sight for mere seconds, it would be enough to last me a lifetime.
I reached up, feeling the slope of his nose, the softness of his beard, brushed my fingers across his full lips.
He took my hand in his, then pressed it to his chest before sliding it down his abdomen. When he released me, I was frozen, unsure what to do.
“You can touch me, Cerys. Anywhere you want.”
I felt my cheeks warm as I let my hand slide lower.
I brushed over hair that was springy, then slid my fingers along the smooth skin of his cock.
I wrapped my hand around him, stroking a few times.
He groaned and I felt his body tighten. He’d always been in control, but this time he was giving the power over to me, even if just for a little while.
I got up on my knees and ran my other hand up and down his thigh.
Viktor rolled to his back and I settled between his legs.
“ Myshka , there’s only so much I can take.”
I licked my lips and lowered my head. I felt his body tense and the vibration of his groan as I slid my lips down his cock.
The musky scent of him filled my nose. I flicked at the underside of his shaft with my tongue before pulling back, only to suck him back in.
Viktor trembled as I worked his cock, the taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue.
It only made me want more, to make him come.
“ Myshka. Lyubimaya . Stop. Please. I want to be inside your tight pussy when I come.”
I pulled away and wiped the drool from my mouth.
Viktor grasped my waist and flipped me onto my back.
I gasped, then giggled as he rubbed his beard along my ribs and hipbone.
He placed tender kisses along my skin, traveling up until his lips closed over my nipple.
The way he sucked and nipped at it had me moaning and arching my back, needing more.
My clit pulsed and I was already slick with need.
“My beautiful wife,” he murmured before teasing the other side. “So soft. Delicious. Sexy.”
He licked between my breasts as he slipped his hand between my legs. The brush of his fingers against my pussy had me spreading my thighs more.
“Heels on the bed. Open all the way for me.”
I swallowed hard and did as he commanded.
His thumb stroked my clit as he thrust a finger in and out of me.
It felt good, so good, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough.
I wanted his cock to stretch me, fill me.
I whimpered and squirmed under him. Viktor gently bit my nipple as he added a second finger, curling them just enough to hit a spot inside me that had me panting and wanting to beg for more.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
I was close. So close.
“Now, myshka . Come for me now.”
My body obeyed, pleasure ripping through me and leaving me breathless.
He kept working my pussy and sucking on my nipples.
It felt like my orgasm went on and on, little aftershocks starting to build to something bigger.
When he slipped a third finger inside me and pressed a little tighter on my clit, I screamed out his name, my release soaking the bed beneath me.
He chuckled and kissed the side of my neck, then my lips.
“I want you on your knees.”
I licked my lips. “Could we… Like at the hotel in Vegas?”
He went still, only his hand moving as he still worked his fingers inside me.
“Are you sure, myshka ?”
“Yes, Viktor. Please. I… I liked it.”
He released me, moving away. I felt the bed shift as he got up and heard him walk away.
When he came back, I heard the clink of metal as he set the items on the bed.
Part of me wanted to ask if it was wrong that I’d enjoyed it so much, but I didn’t think it mattered.
Viktor had been nearly feral that night, and I shivered at the memory.
I wanted that again, wanted that wildness.
“I told you hands and knees.”
I scurried to do as he said, sticking my ass up in the air.
“Grip the headboard, Cerys. Don’t let go no matter what.”
“Yes, Viktor.” My fingers closed around the wooden slats. The first slap against my pussy had me yelping in surprise.
“Should have obeyed faster, lyubimaya . Now I need to punish you.”
I could feel the warmth in my cheeks travel all the way to my toes. I couldn’t see what he was using on me, but it felt like a paddle of some sort. He swatted my pussy again and I spread my legs farther. My clit pulsed and I had to bite my lip so I couldn’t beg him to do more.
The bed shifted, then I felt cool metal that clinked as he snapped it around my wrists. Handcuffs. I tugged and couldn’t break free. He’d fastened me to the bed with handcuffs. It turned me on even more.
Viktor moved behind me, his hands spreading me wider.
The wet heat of his tongue as he lapped at my pussy was almost enough to make me come.
He thrust it into me before flicking my clit.
When he pulled away, I wanted to cry and beg him to stay.
I heard a noise I didn’t recognize, then felt his cock press against me, but it wasn’t the same as before.
The condom. He must have put one on. I didn’t like the feel of it as he pressed inside me, but I knew it was necessary.
“Hold on, myshka . Gonna be hard and rough.”
“Please, Viktor.”
He growled and started driving into me, each thrust deeper than the last. The headboard banged into the wall as he possessed me, claimed me, took what he wanted. He snaked a hand under my body and pinched my nipple, twisting it. The spike of pain sent a warmth through my breast.
“Does my myshka need me to talk dirty to her?”
I nodded eagerly.
“My dirty girl? You’re mine, myshka . You like getting fucked, taking my cock?”
“Yes! Yes, Viktor!”
“My wife enjoyed her spanking, didn’t she? Likes getting that pussy smacked.”
I moaned as he hammered into me, I couldn’t hold out another moment.
I came, a loud keening sound escaping me as I nearly blacked out from the pleasure.
Viktor seemed to lose complete control, his hips snapping against me, his grip on my hip almost punishing.
He gave a guttural cry as he came, pounding into me until he had nothing left to give.
Viktor slipped free of my body and I heard the pop of something. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back and to the side, then the wet head of his cock brushed against my lips.
“Open.”
My lips parted and he thrust inside.
“Suck me clean.”
I sucked and licked until every drop of his release was gone. I could hear his ragged breathing and when he freed me, he collapsed on the bed.
“ Lyubimaya , as much as I enjoyed that, I think I prefer being more gentle with you. You’re not a whore, you’re my wife. You’re precious to me. Treating you like the others… it feels wrong.”
I tugged on the cuffs and he released me. Curling against his side, I laid my head on his chest.
“I like the way you lose control when you have me tied down. I like that you don’t treat me as if I’ll break. When you’re like that, it makes me feel like a normal woman. Not some blind girl who has to be coddled.”
“Then I’ll give you what you want, what you need.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You’re everything to me, lyubimaya .”
“I love you, Viktor.”
He tightened his hold on me, and my eyes slid shut. It wasn’t long before sleep pulled me under. But as I drifted off, I thought I heard him utter something in Russian.
“ Ya ne mogu zhit’ bez tebya .”
I didn’t know what it meant, but I hoped I remembered to ask. It sounded beautiful.