Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Viktor
My cock throbbed against my zipper as I remembered how Leah had looked this morning as she rode my cock.
Her slender thighs clenched around my hips, and her beautiful tits bounced before I caught them in my hands and drew her down so I could lather them with my tongue, swirling my tongue around each diamond-hard point so I could draw them up even harder.
She had the most beautiful tits, small but perfectly formed little teardrops that fit snugly into my hands. But it was more than the feel of her tight, young body under mine, or like this morning on mine, and taking what she needed. It was her. The fire I loved, the submission I loved more.
Leah fit into my life like a lifeline. When I’d had a bad day, I knew I could go home, and her body would be waiting for me.
No drama, no complications. She was there for me like the good, dutiful wife I needed.
Yes, it was what I was paying her to do, but at the same time, it was more than that. She was—
Well, she was something I hadn’t even realized I needed until recently. If I had known this was what it was like to be married, I would have taken the plunge years ago.
“When is my wife’s appointment due to end?
” I asked, cutting into the men’s chatter around me.
This meeting was nothing more than a formality.
They didn’t need me here, but I had wanted to be in the city for when Leah finished her appointment.
“I would like to take her to lunch,” I added to the shocked faces that stared at me.
“Viktor,” a frown pinched together the eyebrows of my second in command, Ivan.
He looked away quickly when I speared him with my eyes.
“It ended about an hour ago,” He said quietly.
The air left my lungs in a whoosh. “Then, where the fuck is she?”
“Stephen is with her,” Ivan said quickly, but one look at my face, and he knew I didn’t give a shit who was with her. It was the fact that she had left when I had told her to stay. She had disobeyed me, and by doing so, she had put her life in danger.
Everyone knew she was mine. People all over the city wanted to meet her and see for themselves who had finally managed to trap Viktor Petrov in marriage.
Her running off, without even telling me where she was going, was just a disaster waiting to happen. Yes, Stephen was with her, but—
My hands balled into fists. I launched myself out of the chair with so much force that it toppled backwards.
“Viktor, calm down,” Ivan rushed out of the room after me. “I’ll call Stephen and find out where she is.”
Ignoring him, I stormed out the door. I didn’t need Stephen to tell me what I already knew. Leah would have gone back to her old life, the life I had saved her from.
I’d plucked her from poverty and given her the best clothes and food money could buy. I had been about to take her out for dinner, like a date, because like a fool, I thought she might like that, and she deserved to be treated like—
Like what? I asked myself as I got into my car and sped away, forcing the sleek black car into the heavy traffic. Like she was my actual wife? Maybe on paper she was, but that didn’t mean I had to treat her like anything but what she was, a paid whore.
Leah wasn’t perfect. She wasn’t mine. She was a woman who slept with me because I was paying her to do it. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of the gas station. Instantly, spotting one of my cars, I pulled in beside it.
“Boss?” From the door, I watched Stephen straighten. A look of apprehension tightened his features. “Is there a problem?”
“Oh, there is going to be.” I swept past him. “And I’ll deal with you later.”
The little bell over the door tinkled as I pushed my way in. My eyes scanned the crowded shelves until I saw her, sitting on a little step ladder with her legs swinging as she chatted away to the man who had spent the night on her couch the first night we had been together.
Her face was tilted up to him, laughing. She looked young and beautiful and completely carefree.
Rage took me over. I crossed the space between us so quickly that she had barely looked up in shock before my hands closed around his throat, and I was lifting him away from her. The first punch took him completely by surprise. The second knocked him off his feet completely.
“Viktor,” Leah screamed, scrambling from her perch, she tried to grab at my arm and pull me back, but she might as well have been trying to move a boulder.
“Viktor, stop. What has got into you?”
My boiling blood turned icy, turning my head toward her, I lashed out. My hand curled around her throat and forced her back against the shelves.
“What’s got into me?” I said in a cold voice. “What’s got into me is the fact that my wife left to come back here to a man who isn’t fucking me.” Without taking my eyes away from her, I reached for my gun and leveled it at the man lying at my feet.
“You’re acting like a crazy man.” She faltered at the sound of the gun cocking, and I saw the first fear flicker into her wide eyes .
“I don’t share Leah. I thought I made that clear.” My voice was clipped with anger.
“He’s my friend. Please, Viktor.” Leah’s hands came up to grip my wrist. Her fingers were shaking, but all I could concentrate on was the creamy nail varnish from our wedding day, which was already chipped.
It felt like an omen. Were there chips in my plan and in my marriage as well?
“He is your past.”
“Look, man—” the man on the floor mumbled and tried to get up. I pointed the gun into the middle of his forehead, and he fell back again, his hands up in surrender.
“You will not have contact with my wife again. Is that understood?” Not waiting for him to answer, I turned back to Leah. “Get in the car, now.” My voice brokered no argument, and she scuttled away the second my arm dropped to my side.
I followed her out without another word. I didn’t need to say anything else. The boy on the floor knew I wasn’t joking. It was just my wife who seemed to have a problem with following my orders.
And all of that was going to change. It hadn’t even been a week since our wedding, and she was already doing things no wife of mine should do. Three days of behaving was all she had been able to manage, and maybe that was my fault for giving her so much freedom.
That all ended now, though. The drive out of the city was fraught, the silence thick and heavy, and the entire time she curled herself against the door and put as much distance between us as she could.
“Go—” I began to say, but I didn’t have the chance. The second the car stopped, she was out and running up the stairs. Throwing open the front door, she disappeared from view.
I followed behind more slowly. Taking my time. I knew she would be scared. Scared and angry, but by the time I finished with her, she would know her place in our lives.
“Go away.”
Ignoring her, I stepped into her room and then slowly turned and locked the door.
“I don’t think so, Leah.” Leaning against it heavily, I studied her. She was sitting on her bed, clutching one of the frilly decorative pillows to her chest like it was a shield.
“I don’t think I’ll be leaving you alone at all after that stunt today.”
Her wide eyes locked onto mine. “What stunt, Viktor?” Her eyes might be full of apprehension, but her tone told me she wanted to argue.
“All I did was go and see my best friend. I’ve done everything else you’ve asked me to. I even went to that stupid doctor because you wanted me on the pill. I gave up everything, and now, I’m not even allowed friends?”
“You can have friends, Leah, friends I’ve vetted and agreed to.
” I took a step into the room, and her body shrank back.
“What you can’t have is male friends. In fact,” I took another step.
“You don’t talk to any man other than those who are in my organization, not without my permission. Is that understood?”
Her pretty eyes flashed. “You’re not my father, Viktor.” She spat.
It was the wrong thing to say. I was on her in a second. I crowd her down into the pillows with my arms, trapping her under me. “Oh, I know I’m not your father, Leah.” Angrily, I swiped my tongue along the length of her jaw. “What I am is your husband, and you will learn to obey me.”
Grabbing her purse from next to her, I pulled out a small white container and held it up between us. “Maybe you won’t be needing these after all.”
Her eyes grew impossibly round as she stared at the slim packet of pills. The ones that would stop her from being tied to me for life.
“If you won’t behave like my wife, then maybe I need to keep you in check another way.” My smile grew cruel. “It would be hard to run around with other men when your belly is swollen with my baby, wouldn’t it? ”
“You wouldn’t—”
Laughing, I straightened. “Wouldn’t I? I think you are underestimating me, Leah.
So let me make myself clear. You will stay here, you will dress how I tell you to dress, speak when I tell you to speak, and cum when I tell you to.
And you will not under any circumstances have any kind of relationship with another man, even one from your past. I don’t care if he’s your best friend.
” I air quoted with a roll of my eyes. “That part of your life is over. You belong to me explicitly.”
“Viktor, it’s—”
“If I find out you have contacted him again, I will kill him. Is that understood?”
The paleness of her skin told me it was.
“And I’ll think I’ll keep these for now.” I stuffed the sleeve of contraceptive pills into my pocket.
“Viktor, I’ll need those.”
“No, you won’t. Just like you don’t need your old friends or the freedoms you think you deserve. Maybe when you have learned your place, you can earn them back, but until then, you will stay in this room and think about what you did.”
She scrambled across the bed on her hands and knees. “You can’t be serious, Viktor. All I did was go and see a friend. You can’t lock me up for talking to someone.
I’m your wife and not an animal.”
From the doorway, I smiled at her. “Yes, you are my wife, Leah, and maybe some time alone with your thoughts will make you remember that.” I reached for the door just as something heavy shattered against the wall by my head.
Slowly, I looked at the remnants of the shattered lamp, and then lifted my eyes to hers.
She looked like a wild woman, all fire and fight. But like all fires that burned with intensity, her rage would be short-lived. Leah would become what I needed her to become sooner or later.
The fire just needed to be suffocated a little so it would burn itself out.
“Clean that up,” I ordered and pointed to the destroyed antique .
“Go fuck yourself, Viktor Petrov, you can’t keep me here.”
And that’s where she was wrong because I could and would keep her locked in her room until she learned to behave.
Slamming the door, I turned the lock and pocketed the key.
“I hate you,” were the last words I heard before I walked away.