Viktor
She’s limp in my arms. Not from fear. Not from defeat. But from pleasure.
Her body is wrecked, trembling, still pulsing from what I did to her in the car.
I carry her through the house, straight to my bedroom.
She doesn’t fight.
Not physically.
But I can feel it—the battle still raging inside her.
The need to resist.
To hold on to the anger, the resentment, the lie that she doesn’t want me.
But I’m about to tear that lie apart.
I set her on the bed, watching as she sinks into the sheets.
Her lashes flutter. Her chest rises and falls too fast, like she’s still trying to catch her breath.
She’s not looking at me. And I don’t like that.
I grip her chin, tilting her face up.
Her eyes lock onto mine.
Wide. Full of too many emotions at once.
I see the war inside her.
The one she’s losing.
The one she’s about to surrender to.
I slide my hands down her body, slow and deliberate.
She shudders.
Her breath hitches when my fingers reach the hem of her dress.
I lift it over her soft curves, past her round, full tits, dragging it over her head.
She’s bare for me, now.
My gorgeous, perfect girl.
I exhale, slow and heavy, because fuck—I could look at her forever.
“…” she whispers, barely audible.
I press a finger to her lips.
“Shh, printsessa. No more talking.”
I slide my hands over her body, memorizing every dip, every inch, every perfect curve.
She whines, squirming, trying to fight it. But her nipples harden under my palms. Her thighs press together.
She’s fighting herself now. And she’s losing.
I kneel between her legs, lowering myself until I’m flush against her body.
My cock is hard, thick, pressing into her soft belly.
I cup her face, thumb brushing her plump bottom lip.
“I’ve claimed you, fucked you—” I pause, letting my words sink. “But tonight, I’ll make love to you.”
Her breath stutters. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.
And this time, she doesn’t pull away.
I kiss her. Slow. Deep.
It’s not a battle. Not a demand.
Just her and me, with nothing left between us.
I feel her surrender in the way she melts into me.
The way her fingers tangle in my hair.
The way her legs part, inviting me deeper.
I push inside her, slowly, sinking into her heat inch by mind-blowing inch.
She gasps, clinging to me, her body stretching, taking me in.
I growl, pressing my forehead to hers.
“You feel that, baby?”
She nods, breathless.
I thrust deeper, burying myself to the hilt.
“That’s me. Inside you. Where I belong.”
Her lips tremble. Her nails digging into my shoulders.
“You’re mine, Marie. Now and fucking always.”
When she finally falls apart under me, crying out my name, shaking in my arms—
I know I’ve won.