Chapter 31 #3
“What did the news say?” Viktor asks, still moving inside me but gentler now.
“Uhm… alcohol poisoning?” I say, suddenly uncertain.
“Mhm… That is exactly what happened, baby. I just… let him drink.”
“You… what?” I whine, not really understanding, hips twitching up to meet his gentler thrusts even as my brain tries to catch up. The tears are still falling but the panic is ebbing, replaced by this dizzy, overwhelmed confusion. “Vik… I don’t— what do you mean you let him drink?”
He leans down and kisses me softly, almost sweetly, while still buried deep inside me, rolling his hips in slow, deep circles that make my eyes flutter.
“I poured the vodka for him,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Made sure he kept going. He did the rest himself. No hands on him. Just… encouragement.”
My mouth opens and closes, a broken little sound escaping as another gentle thrust hits that perfect spot inside me. “You… you made him drink himself to death?”
Viktor hums, his thumb stroking my throat. “He touched what was mine. So I made sure he could never do it again. Simple as that.”
I stare up at him. The confession should terrify me. It does, a little. But mostly it just makes me feel… safe. Protected. Loved in the most terrifying way possible.
“Vik…” I whisper, voice cracking as another wave of emotion crashes over me. “But… if he really drank himself to death… why… why did Damian curse? Does he know?” I ask.
Viktor smirks — that rare, dangerous little curve of his mouth that always makes my stomach flip. “I might have told him that night at the hospital I won’t do anything he wouldn’t…”
“That is not reassuring!” I whine, the words cracking into a moan as he hits that spot inside me again.
“That’s exactly what he said.” Viktor’s voice is low, almost amused, as he leans down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Relax, soroka… everything will be okay. You are okay. It’s been two months. He’s buried. It’s over.”
But the words don’t settle the storm inside me.
They make it worse — the fear of losing him, the love, the terror, the relief, all of it crashing together until I can’t breathe.
I frown hard, squirming under him until I manage to wrap my legs around his waist. With a desperate twist and a burst of strength I didn’t know I still had, I flip us.
Viktor’s back hits the mattress with a soft grunt. I’m on top now, straddling him, sinking back down onto his cock in one desperate motion. I start riding him hard, frantic, like if I stop moving I’ll fall apart completely.
“Listen to me you big Russian wall!” I growl through the tears still streaming down my face, hands braced on his chest as I slam myself down onto him again and again.
“If anyone ever comes for you for this I will hunt you down and kill you myself, you understand me?? I will burn everything down, I will— fuck— I can’t lose you, Vik, I can’t—”
Viktor’s hands grab my hips hard, fingers digging in possessively.
He stops my frantic rhythm and starts thrusting up into me instead — hard, deep, punishing strokes that make me yelp and moan.
Each thrust knocks the air out of me, driving the panic and the love and the fear right out of my body until all I can do is take it.
“Yes, baby,” he smirks up at me, satisfied as he fucks me through the spiral. “Come for me.”
I do. So hard the world whites out for a second, my vision blurring as I cry out his name and come all over his stomach, shaking violently through the orgasm. The pleasure crashes over the panic until I’m dizzy and sobbing and completely wrecked in the best and worst way possible.
“That’s it, my perfect boy,” he growls, one hand sliding up to cup my face while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. “Look at you falling apart so beautifully for me. So good. So mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to have you. You are mine, soroka. Only mine.”
I’m still shaking, oversensitive and sobbing, but his words sink into me like warm honey, cutting through the panic until all I can feel is him. He thrusts deep one last time and comes with a low, guttural groan, filling me up in hot pulses that make me whimper and clench around him.
“Nothing and nobody will ever take me away from you,” he promises fiercely, still buried deep as he pulses inside me.
“Not the police. Not the past. Not anyone. I am yours, Cole. I will always be yours. You hear me? I killed for you once. I would do it again. I would burn the whole fucking world if it meant keeping you safe.”
I collapse against his chest, still crying softly as the last waves of pleasure and panic mix together. Viktor’s arms wrap around me tight, one hand stroking through my curls, the other rubbing slow circles on my back.
“You are safe,” he murmurs against my hair. “We are safe. It’s over. Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
I nod weakly against his chest, sniffling, completely wrecked but starting to feel… grounded. Loved in the most terrifying, beautiful way possible.