Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Holly
One minute Olga is throwing herself at Viktor.
The next, he’s kissing me.
And this isn’t some chaste little peck.
Oh, no. Viktor has one strong arm around my waist and a hand on my cheek as his mouth covers mine.
His lips are soft but firm, and despite being momentarily startled, I don’t hesitate to kiss him back.
Our mouths move together hungrily, like we’ve been starved for this, and my lips part of their own volition.
As soon as they do, he slides his tongue against mine.
Fuck but he can kiss.
I’m breathless and aroused, and almost whimper when he pulls away.
“Hi,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Hi.” My heart is thundering inside my chest and all I can do is stare.
“You are ready?”
“Um…for what?” I blink in confusion.
A soft smile creases his features. “To go upstairs.”
“Oh. Yes. Absolutely.” What else can I say?
“Viktor.” His mother’s voice is nasal, definitely annoyed.
“Mama.” Viktor turns to her with a smile.
She says something in Russian, and he merely tightens his grip on my waist.
“I’m glad you enjoyed the game,” is all he says. “I am tired.”
“Will we see you tomorrow?” Mr. Maslak asks.
“I will text you in the morning, once Coach lets us know our schedule. We will not have practice but maybe team meeting.”
Mrs. Maslak eyes me for a moment and then turns to her sister, speaking Russian again.
“Mama.” Viktor’s tone holds a warning, but she either doesn’t care or refuses to react.
“Good night.” Viktor takes my hand and leads me to the elevator.
“What was that?” I whisper once we’re inside.
“They don’t believe we are really married. I think Mama convinced Olga that we lie.”
“So, you kissed me to prove otherwise?”
He hesitates and then digs his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. “I kissed you because I have been waiting for this since the day I first saw you.”
I blink. “Since…the day at West and Serena’s wedding?”
He nods. “You were upset. Crying. All I could think was to hold you. Maybe not to kiss you exactly in that moment, but soon. From the beginning it has been here.” His grip on my hair tightens but he uses his free hand to tap his chest. “Do you feel this or am I alone?”
Do I feel it?
I feel so much I’m about to combust.
“I feel everything,” I whisper.
His mouth covers mine again, quick and hungry, until the elevator stops.
We hurry to our room and he unlocks the door, letting me walk in ahead of him.
He drops his bag and kicks off his shoes.
Before I have a chance to say anything, he’s on me in two long steps, strong arms circling my waist, pulling me close.
“I want this but you must be okay.”
My response is to lift to my toes and kiss him again.
And that’s all it takes.
Our mouths lock together and this time there’s nothing tentative about it. This kiss is staking a claim—on me, on him, on us. I don’t know exactly what that means but it doesn’t matter. I didn’t know how much I needed this until he kissed me.
Now I can’t get enough.
My arms wind around his neck and I press closer, loving the feel of his body against mine.
He’s tall and lean but strong and warm. When I said he makes me feel safe, I wasn’t exaggerating.
Whenever we’re in the same room together, I know without a doubt nothing can hurt me.
Becoming physically intimate, well, that’s going to ratchet things up another level or five.
And we’re not taking our time.
We’ve already started yanking at pieces of clothing—his shirt, my shoes, his belt, my jersey.
We barely break the kiss, just long enough to get the jersey over my head.
Then our lips fuse together again, tongues tangling deliciously.
One of his hands travels down to my bottom, squeezing one ass cheek as he grinds against me.
“Do you feel how much I want you?” he growls against my mouth.
Do I ever!
He’s hard as stone, every inch pulsing against my groin. I reach down, moving my hand between us so I can cup it through his pants. He’s large, but not overly so, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me. He groans as I move my thumb back and forth across the length of his erection.
“I am without condom,” he pants gruffly.
“I’m protected,” I whisper, showing him the birth control implant in my arm.
I can’t quite describe the feral look in his eyes, but it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Until he pushes me toward the nearest wall. He takes my hands and places them flat against it and hisses, “Do not move.” He unzips my jeans, slides them and my panties down to my knees. I feel the rustle of clothing behind me and then—
He’s right there.
His cock at my soaked entrance.
He waits, just a beat, until I whimper, “Viktor. Please.”
I have no time to prepare, to adjust to his girth, because he thrusts in hard and deep, bottoming out with a grunt that makes us both moan.
I like it rough and gritty, and Viktor has just epitomized that for me.
He has a hand covering one of mine on the wall, and the other on my hip, fingers digging into the skin as he starts to move inside me.
And it’s so fucking good.
He’s thick and incredibly hard, filling me completely.
He growls something in Russian and then starts to suck on the skin right at the curve of my neck.
It’s sharp and sexy and sends a shock of pleasure right to my core.
I know it’s going to leave a mark but I can’t bring myself to care—or to stop him.
It’s like he knows exactly what I need and how I like to be fucked.
Something other men have fallen short on.
Somehow, it’s no surprise that it would be this good. My gut told me he would give me exactly what I need without even having to ask. Kind of like everything else he’s done.
He’s moving steadily, in and out with practiced precision. Every time he bottoms out I shudder and clench around him, desperate to have him closer, deeper, for as long as possible.
“Viktor…” My voice is a cross between a moan and a whimper, and apparently that tells him he just needs to fuck me harder.
I guess he’s right because the harder he does it, the more pleasure it brings me. My body is on high alert, nerve endings practically screaming with need, and it’s not going to take long to get me off. I’m so close, it’s almost embarrassing.
“Viktor…” I squirm, my legs starting to shake from the ferocity of his lovemaking.
Because he’s not gentle.
He’s not tender.
This is carnal, raw, almost too rough.
Almost.
“Viktor!” I’m panting, surging back to meet every thrust as I struggle to stay upright.
Each time he bottoms out brings me one step closer to nirvana and my nails dig into the wallpaper. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last, every stroke hitting the spot deep inside that makes me tremble.
“Now you come for me,” he murmurs, biting down on my neck.
The little prick of pain is all it takes and the coiling deep in my belly gets tighter and tighter until my orgasm feels like a bomb detonating between my legs.
I don’t just come, I gush liquid and scream, bucking and writhing against him as I ride wave after wave.
I feel him jerk and they can probably hear his guttural cry down in the lobby.
And then we’re both still. Silence in the room except the sound of our own heavy breathing. He’s still inside me, and I pulse around him every few seconds. My hands are still planted on the wall, and I’m not sure I could move because if I do, I don’t think my legs will hold me up.
Slowly, he pulls out and a small whimper of frustration leaves me.
“Shh.” Without warning, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed.
We still don’t say anything as he sets me down and then gently pulls my jeans the rest of the way off, followed by my socks. At some point, he got naked and now he slowly peels off my shirt and bra, leaving me shivering on the bed.
“Beautiful,” he whispers.
Then he crawls up beside me and pulls me close.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, whispering against my temple.
“No.” I nestle closer to him. “You were perfect.”
“Next time I will be more gentle.”
“I don’t need gentle, Viktor—and somehow you knew that.”
He strokes my hair, letting the silence and contentment wash over us.
“You will sleep with me tonight,” he says after a while.
“Haven’t I already been doing that?” I ask sleepily.
“Close to me. In my arms. So we are warm and you feel…safe.”
I can’t help but wonder if safe is a euphemism for something else, but I’m too sleepy and blissed out to think about it.
I’m going to sleep with my husband tonight.
Because he just told me it was safe.
And because I honestly can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather sleep than in Viktor Maslak’s arms.