Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Leah
Viktor was angry, and that was fine because now, I was angry as well.
I’d tried, over and over again. I had tried to be what he wanted, but he kept moving the goal posts, so I kept failing.
Tonight was meant to be different, and now, because of his jealous outburst, he had humiliated me in front of everyone.
I hadn’t done anything wrong. I’d just danced with one of his friends. Had he expected me to just sit alone all night while he talked to his people and ignored me?
Maybe he did. Knowing Viktor, that was exactly what he had expected me to do. From the back of the limo, I could feel his eyes on me and ignored him completely. There was nothing he could say that would take away the sting of humiliation.
He’d carried me from the party over his shoulder. He had spanked me twice in front of his friends and family. That is what they would remember about me.
So, if Viktor wanted me to turn to him, so we could talk, he had another thing coming. The car pulled up the driveway, and each window of the house was dark because no one expected us to be back from the city for hours.
“Leah,” Viktor broke the silence and reached for my hand, but I was already sliding from the car and heading inside.
Behind me Viktor grumbled, and I heard him say something to his driver before he came after me.
“Leah, wait.”
I didn’t pause. Instead, I kicked off my shoes and stormed up the stairs.
Maybe Viktor wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of someone’s temper, but he didn’t seem to be getting the hint. I didn’t want to talk to him.
“Enough of the silent treatment, Leah.” Catching me by the shoulder, he whirled me around to face him. “Why are you running from me?”
The hand on my shoulder was shaking, from anger probably, but I didn’t care. He could be angry if he wanted to be. I was as well.
“What do you want from me, Viktor?” I snapped. His eyes glittered in the darkness, and I met them unflinching.
“What you did—”
Letting out a frustrated growl, I ripped myself from his hand and pushed into my room.
“What I did? I didn’t do anything wrong, Viktor.
Unlike you.” I spat. “You humiliated me in front of everyone. You made a scene and got jealous. Now, I know you’re going to punish me, and I’ll be locked in my room again, so this is me making it easy for you.
I’ll stay here. I won’t leave. Just leave me alone.
I would like to bathe and go to bed. As that’s the only thing I’m allowed to do without you throwing some sort of fit. ”
Not waiting for a reply, I walked away and headed toward the bathroom.
I didn’t even look around when I heard him follow me. Instead, I busied myself with running the hot water and swirling my hand through the bubbles .
He cleared his throat, and it sounded like he said something, but it was so mumbled I couldn’t understand it.
He probably said it in Russian anyway.
“Is there something else?”
“I’m sorry.”
Two words, and my entire body froze.
Had I heard right? Had Viktor just apologized?
Two big hands slid around my waist to rest on my lower stomach. “I’m sorry, Leah.”
It sounded like he was having a hard time getting the words out. He wasn’t the kind of man who apologized, though.
“I lost control.” His chin came down to rub against my bare shoulder. “I saw him touching you, and I completely lost it.”
“You got jealous?” I whispered.
It was his turn to stiffen.
I rolled my eyes. There he went again. Pulling away. Acting like there wasn’t one human feeling or emotion in his body.
I knew there was. He had buried it deep down, but he wasn’t always the ice king. Once, he had been a boy who had baked Christmas cookies with his mom. I knew that boy was still in there.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah, I saw him touching you, and you were smiling at him.” His voice was ragged, like it was hurting him to be honest. “You were laughing. You always seem to laugh and have fun with everyone who isn’t me. So yes, I got jealous. I couldn’t stand it.”
“You don’t give me a chance to laugh and smile with you, Viktor,” I murmured. “You prefer to knock me down.”
“I do not do that.” His hands squeezed my stomach, and for a second, I thought he was going to storm away, and then his body relaxed. “Ok, I do that. I’ll admit I do that, but I want you to be happy here, Leah. I want this to work.”
“For a year,” I muttered.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” His lips brushed against my shoulder.
“What, so you can leave right after sex again?” I couldn’t help the bitterness in my voice.
“If you wanted me to sleep in another room, I will, but I don’t plan to do it. I want to spend the night with you.” Slowly, he pushed the straps of my dress down my arms. “We don’t even have to make love. I’d like to see you smile at me. A genuine smile. Maybe we could talk?”
He turned me into his arms.
Quickly, I searched his face. “You want to talk?”
He nodded. “I think it’s about time I got to know my wife.”
The green sequinned dress fell to my waist. Baring my breasts for his eyes and hands, but his eyes didn’t leave my face.
“And you would like to do that naked?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Well,” his hands reached for his belt. “We both need to bathe, so we might as well talk in the tub, right? Two birds and one stone and all that.” He winked, and I couldn’t help it. I giggled.
“Can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself, Viktor?” Pushing the dress over my hips, I stepped out of it.
Finally, his eyes scanned over my body. “Absolutely not. I’m going to need to touch you all over, but that doesn’t mean we have to make love.”
Make love? That was the second time he had said that instead of fuck or sex. It seemed significant.
“Get in, Leah.” He held out a hand. “Before I forget my promises and bend you over right here.”
I rolled my eyes. Maybe the making love comment meant nothing at all, and he was still the same Viktor.
“So you wanted to be a ballet dancer?” Leaning back against the tub, his arms stretched wide, Viktor eyed me. There was a smile playing on his lips. “Were you good?”
I blushed. He was teasing me, but honestly, I didn’t mind. I would take teasing over cold indifference any day, and the last hour had been nice.
He seemed genuinely interested in learning more about me. It was only when I asked him about himself that he clammed up again. Still, this was a good start.
It actually felt like we were a real couple—kind of.
“I never had a lesson. ”
Throwing back his head, he laughed, and I flicked water in his direction, which just made him laugh even more.
“Why didn’t you take classes if it was a passion?”
“We were too poor for that. I used to try to copy what I saw in videos, but it wasn’t anything serious.”
The laughter died. His face turned completely serious.
“Then, when I was twelve, I had to get a job. I took a few community dance classes, but they were always on days I had to work and honestly—”
Viktor leaned forward, sending water splashing over the side. “You should have spent some of the money on glasses. You have the body of a dancer, the grace. I think you would have been an excellent ballerina.”
“There was food to buy and bills to pay, Viktor. I couldn’t waste money on dance classes. Some dreams aren’t meant to come true.”
He lapsed into silence, his eyes studying me. “I can pay for your lessons.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “That’s sweet, Viktor.” I leaned forward and brought my face close to his. “But I’m too old to start classes now. Thank you, though.”
Reaching out, he slid his fingers under my hair and drew me even closer.
More water hit the floor as I moved my legs over his and drew our faces together. It was my turn to kiss him.
“You don’t like me buying you things, do you?” He asked against my mouth.
“I don’t understand frivolous gifts,” I shrugged. “I’m sorry if that sounds ungrateful, but my upbringing was so different from yours. I wasn’t handed everything I wanted on a silver platter.”
His eyes darkened. “My childhood wasn’t so great either, Leah. You met my father. Does he seem like the doting father type?”
I had met him, and no, he didn’t.
“My mom was a sweet woman, and I loved her more than anything, but in the end, she left me as well,” he shuddered. “Father said she left because I was unlovable. Because I was a failure.”
A crack appeared in his frosty exterior, and I held my breath. There was so much pain in his voice. Pain he had held in his chest for thirty years.
“You’re not a failure, Viktor, and you are very lovable.”
The corner of his lips twitched. “I’m surprised you think so. Shouldn’t you hate me more than anyone?”
“Probably, but I don’t.” Cupping his face, I kissed him again. “Now you know what I wanted to be when I was a kid. What was your dream?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t have one. I always knew I would take over from my father. I was trained from a young age to do that,” he shuddered.
There was something he wasn’t saying. Something that had happened to him as a child that he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.
Smoothing my fingers down his face, I forced him to look at me. “You don’t need to tell me if you’re not comfortable, but I want you to know, you can trust me. I’ll keep your secrets and guard them.”
Viktor’s eyes grew soft. “I know, and I do have a secret to tell you. One from right now. It’s something I want to be desperately.”
“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I expected him to say something sexual because I could see him curling out of the water, hard and thick. The head of his cock was almost angry looking.
“Happy. I want to be happy.” Closing his hands around my hips, he lifted me more firmly onto his lap, but didn’t reach between our bodies. “I think I could be happy with you, Leah.”
His words seemed to swirl around my head. It was the vulnerable way he said it, like he was a lost little boy and not a forty-year-old man who was in charge of some really dangerous men.
And it broke me. Yes, my childhood had been hard, but it hadn’t been lonely. Viktor looked like he had been lonely for a very long time. He hid it well, but it was there shining out of his eyes .
Under all the cold bravado, he really did have feelings. He had just gotten very used to hiding them. Cupping his face in my hands, I kissed him again, sipping at his mouth and putting everything I was feeling into it.
For several seconds, he let me kiss him, and it felt to me like he lost himself in it, and then his hands closed around my hips. Not hard, just squeezing and releasing in time with my kisses.
Reaching between our bodies, I closed my hand around the base of his cock and squeezed.
“Leah,” tearing his mouth away from mine, he groaned. “We don’t need—”
Ignoring him, I guided him to my opening. A gasp left my lips as I slowly slid down his length. And then a low moan escaped me when I was finally seated.
His cock stretched me so deliciously. Even the sting as he spread me open was enough to make my eyes roll into the back of my head.
God, he felt amazing, he didn’t even have to move, and I was so close I was seeing stars.
“Jesus, Printsessa,” Viktor’s eyes rolled, and his hand tightened around my hip bones. “Jesus, you feel so good. So right but—”
“But nothing. Let me do this. Let me make you happy.” I crushed my mouth onto his, hungry and demanding, and he met every swipe of my tongue with one of his own. I began to move, slowly rocking my hips back and forth until the bathroom was filled with the sound of our mingled rasping breaths.
We moved together, our bodies undulating and meeting each other with practised precision. There was nothing rough and demanding about it.
It was two bodies finally coming together with complete understanding, and I needed it.
For the first time since I had married him, I felt connected. This was more than sex. So much more.
“Leah.” Groaning, Viktor cupped my breasts, surging forward so he could pepper kisses along them.
His eyes lifted and met mine, his tongue came out to swirl around my diamond-hard nipples, around and around until I was arching my back and thrusting my breast into his mouth.
Viktor sucked hard, drawing each peak into his mouth and lapping at it.
“That’s it, baby.” Gently, he bit down on one nipple. His teeth grated each one in turn until fireworks were going off in my eyes.
I clenched around him, my hips rocking harder and harder as I chased the release my body was desperate for.
“I need,” a scream shattered my thoughts as I fell off the cliff and into the sweetest oblivion I had ever felt, and somehow, I kept moving, rocking and bouncing. My hands found his shoulders, and I raked my nails down them.
He thrust his hips up. His arms wrapped around me so our chests were smashed together, and this time, it was him who kissed me like he was desperate for it and he would die without the feel of my lips on his.
“Cum for me, Printsessa.” He sucked on my tongue. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “So good that I could die.”
One last flex of my hips, and my face fell forward to nuzzle into his neck. I kissed his thundering pulse as my movement became slower.
My breath rattled.
“You’re so beautiful, Leah.” He rotated his hips, pushing his thick cock more firmly into my trembling channel. “So fucking beautiful. I could die right now, and as long as I was in your sweet pussy, I would die the happiest and luckiest of men.”
Standing up, he lifted me, his cock still buried up to the hilt, and stepped out of the cool water.
Dripping, he walked back into the bedroom with me still speared on his cock.
He dropped me into the middle of the bed, grabbed one ankle, and sank between my thighs again. There was no warning, he just licked straight into me.
My back arched off the bed. “Viktor.” Moaning loudly, I tugged on his hair. “I’m meant to be making you happy. ”
His dark eyes met mine. There was a twinkle in them. His tongue circled my clit, and a violent tremble went through my body.
“You are making me happy, Printsessa. Now, lie back and let me make you cum again.” Lick, “and again.” Another lick. “And again. That’s what would make me happy.”