34. Katy
34
Katy
H e’s going to take my tampon out. Someone other than me is going to take the tampon out of my body.
It’s okay.
You’re fine.
You trust this man.
“I trust you.”
Viktor continues to caress my inner thigh, slowly trailing his fingers higher and higher. His thumb brushes across my piercings, teasing my clit, and it already feels like fireworks exploding through my body.
“Fuck.”
“You’re overly sensitive because of your period. Everything is going to be heightened.”
Viktor’s other hand moves between my legs, and I feel the slight pressure as he grabs the string between his fingers.
“Deep breath, Pepper, then exhale.”
As I breathe out, I feel the familiar yet foreign sensation of the tampon being removed. I tip my head back and stare at the ceiling, willing my embarrassment to go away. I hear Viktor moving around under me. It sounds like he’s wrapping the tampon in toilet paper, and I hear the rustling when he drops it in the trash.
“It’s done. You can look now.” His finger brushes over my clit again, and I squeeze his shoulders as I inhale a stuttered breath.
“I’m good.”
I hear him chuckle as he stands. Viktor grabs my chin to lower my face, and I close my eyes.
“You’re going to have to look at me at some point. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“Ugh. But I am. Don’t laugh at me, you big Viking.” I flail my hand and smack his chest. He grabs my wrist and holds it over his heart.
“Katy. Look at me.”
With reluctance, I open my eyes, and sincere silver-blue eyes stare back at me. He opens his mouth to speak, and I cover it with my hand.
“I-I’m not ready. I know, but I’m not ready. I know and…I do, too, but not yet.”
He nods in understanding, and a half smile creeps up his face. “Okay, Pepper. I’m ready whenever you are. I’ve been ready, and nothing is going to change it. Let’s get in the shower so I can show you how ready I am.”
He boops my nose and turns to check the temperature of the shower before removing his boxers and stepping in. A hand extends for me to join him, and I take it, stepping into the steamy water.
Viktor’s body surrounds me as my back is pushed against the cool tile, and his lips suck on my neck. I don’t have time to respond before he hoists me into his arms, and I feel his cock rubbing against my swollen pussy.
“Fuck, Viktor.”
“That’s the plan. Will you let me fuck you, Pepper? I want to take you right here. I want to take away whatever bad images were just in your dreams. I’m here, and I want to prove it to you.” He takes my hand and places it over his scar. “I’m here because you saved me. Let me save you this time.”
His words are poetry to my soul. “I’m yours.” In more ways than one.
With a quick dip of his hips, he lines himself up perfectly and glides inside me. I try not to think about the fact that my blood is probably providing the lubrication to allow him easy access, but if he doesn’t care, then neither will I.
Every nerve in my body is on fire. I never knew period sex could feel like this. It’s so carnal yet sensual. Viktor’s groans of pleasure even sound different.
“Tell me about your dream, Pepper.”
“W-why?”
“I said I want to erase it. I need to know what I’m taking away.”
I don’t want to relive the horrible memories. Once was enough, but the memories still haunt me at night.
“It was about you. Fuck, right there, Viktor.” My head falls forward onto his shoulder, and his mouth trails kisses over my shoulder and neck.
“Tell me.”
“You-you were lifeless in front of me…They were doing CPR, and I felt so…so helpless.”
“I’m.” Thrust. “Right.” Thrust. “Here.” Thrust.
“You are. God, you are.”
He leans down and squeezes a breast, bringing it to his mouth. He hums his approval as I feel my milk let down. Fisting his hair, I hold him to me. The hot water sloshes around us as he pushes the bad memories from my mind.
“You’re not helpless,” he mumbles around my nipple.
“I was. I couldn’t do anything but watch and cry and hope.”
“You saved me. Fuck. You fucking saved me.” He’s relentlessly pounding into me. I can feel his emotions in every thrust of his hips. “You were all I thought about. Seeing the fear in your eyes before I blacked out kept me alive. Every conscious and unconscious thought I had was of you. I couldn’t die. I wouldn’t. I never wanted to see that look on your face again.”
“Fuck, Viktor!” My cry is one of pleasure and pain. His words are tearing me in two, and his cock is hitting my sweet spot over and over.
“Are you going to come for me, Miss Katy?”
“Fuck yes. Oh fuck, fuck yes.” I lock my ankles behind his back to pull him as close as possible.
“Come for me like a good girl. I want our come to mix with your blood. Mark me as yours. Make me your fucking dirty boy.”
I can’t hold it. Viktor’s filthy words fizzle my brain, and I explode hard around his cock. The orgasm is so intense it takes my breath away. I’m flying. Floating. Fucking soaring.
“Fuck, Pepper. Fuck. I…I. Fuck! I won’t fucking say it but goddammit, so much. So fucking much.” He slams into me one last time before I feel his orgasm jerk inside me. I capture his lips and convey his sentiment.
“So fucking much, my Viking.”
When our breathing has settled, Viktor gently pulls out and sets my feet on the floor.
“Fucking exquisite.” He stares down at his softening cock streaked with blood and come. With reverence, he strokes his hand up and down his shaft, smearing it in before it washes away in the water.
As if snapping out of a spell, his hand shifts to my lower abdomen. “How are you feeling? Any cramps?”
I stare into his eyes, shake my head, and he smirks.
“Good. Let’s get washed up and back to bed.”
I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. “Thank you for scaring the demons away and sharing yourself with me.”
He tips my chin up and gently brushes my lips. “I’ll always scare your demons away, real or imaginary.” Viktor kisses my temple, and I know he means every word. Even the half-spoken I love you.
I can’t explain why I’m not ready to hear it. I feel it. I know he feels it. We just said it without the “L” word itself.
Maybe I’m scared. Maybe I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop because this can’t be real. It’s too good, and even after close to three years, I still have trouble believing this reality.
But I need to. I’m not scared, neglected Katy North anymore. I’m Katy Coble, Spencer Coble’s daughter. The daughter of a strong, confident, kick-ass woman who deserves every good thing and man in her life. That’s exactly what I deserve…and what I have.
I need to stop running from my past and lean into the future that’s right in front of me. A future that includes this beautiful man and the adorable almost two-year-old in the other room.
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“I’m going to do it.” Maybe if I say it out loud, I’ll have more confidence.
“Do what, Pepper?” Viktor looks up from his phone at the kitchen counter as I cut bananas for Owen’s breakfast.
“More nanas, Mama.” Owen signs more with his hands, and I mimic the movement back to him.
“Good job. More bananas for Owen.”
I’m going to do it. I think.
“See my mother again. I think I’m going to give her one more chance. I want her to meet Owen in a controlled setting. I don’t ever want to have regrets or feel like I was selfish and never gave her a chance.”
“You don’t owe her anything, but I understand your reasoning, and I’ll respect and be there for you, whatever you decide.”
“Owen has a tumble play class at the gym tomorrow. I thought I might invite her if you wouldn’t mind doing it with him. Then I could sit and chat with her, and she could watch him play. It’s only an hour, so there’s a time limit to my interactions with her, and I can decide at the end if I want them to meet. What do you think?”
“Mama, boo-boo.”
“What? Shit. ” Without realizing it, I accidentally cut my finger with the knife. Turning toward the sink, Viktor is at my side before I take a step.
“Let me see.”
“It’s okay, Viktor. It’s just a little nick.”
He takes my hand, turns on the cold water, and runs my finger under it. The water runs pink, and I feel the heat radiate off his body as it’s pressed against mine.
“Naughty, naughty Pepper. Get your mind out of the gutter.” A shiver takes over my body as his whispered breath grazes my ear.
I peer at him over my shoulder and smirk. “You wouldn’t know what I was thinking if you weren’t thinking the same thing.”
“Touché. I think you’re right. You just nicked yourself. I’ll get you a bandaid.” He hands me a paper towel and heads to the bathroom.
“Mama boo-boo K?”
“Yeah, little man. Mama’s okay. Viktor is gonna give me a bandaid and make it all better.” Owen gives me a toothy smile, and I’m so grateful he looks exactly like me. One of my fears that I silently struggled with during my pregnancy was how I would feel if he didn’t look like me. If he looked like my rapist. The moment he was put on my chest, that fear went away. Even if he hadn’t looked like me, Owen is mine and only mine. I would love him no matter how he came about.
I get an idea and quickly step over to my purse hanging in the foyer. Digging through, I grab what I need and return to the kitchen.
“Your choices are trucks or neon green. Which would you prefer?” Viktor’s voice comes from down the hall, waiting for my answer.
“Surprise me.”
A moment later, he appears with a neon green bandaid in his hand and a smile on his handsome face. I extend my hand, and Viktor gently covers my wound. I pull my other hand out from behind my back and place a star sticker on each of Viktor’s cheeks. He huffs and looks down at me with dominance in his eyes.
“I told you the last time you were going to get it for putting a sticker on my forehead. What are these for?”
“One is for last night, and one is for right now.”
He opens his mouth to protest, and Owen claps and squeals. “Yay Vik Vik. Poo-poo potty. Yay!”
My hands fly to my mouth to cover my laugh. Fire burns in Viktor’s eyes before he turns his attention to Owen.
“That’s right, big guy. I got two stickers because I did a good job in the bathroom.” He glances at me, and my face flames. He did do an excellent job last night in the bathroom. “Finish your bananas so we aren’t late for school.”
Viktor turns his back to Owen and steps into me. “Your time is coming, Pepper. Just you wait.”