Chapter 8 - Viktor
My cell phone buzzed on the table, and I picked it up.
The smile on my face widened when I saw the identity of the caller. I turned the chair so that I was facing the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, crossed one leg over the other, and stuck the Air Pods in my ears. I threw a stress ball into the air and squeezed. “Look who finally decided to call. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about her, you know, because youre such a horrible father Who leaves their most prized possession in the care of a fucking weakling? And what took you so long?”
He growled on the other end of the line, and I heard the firing of a gun at close range. Knowing Cian, his rage was unbridled, and whoever was standing next to him while he made that call had either an arm or a leg to lose. Everyone except the damn blonde, fucking Prince Charming. He could hurt any other fucking Irish wanker, but if it came to Declan, he’d take his finger off the trigger without hesitation. Another shot and a loud thud on a table re-echoed through the Air Pods.
“You fucking—”
“Lunatic? Bastard? Monster?” I threw the ball up and laughed as loud as I could, only to set his fucking teeth on edge. He groaned, but I wasn’t satisfied yet. What I wanted was to drive his blood pressure up until he was gasping for air and choking on his spit. “I know them all, O’Sullivan, and honestly, I think you could be a little more creative.”
Her voice came back to me, reminding me of a very specific insult she’d dished at me a year ago. It’s clear your boss lacks creativity. For what it was worth, I thought her father lacked creativity too. The repeated insults had become quite fucking boring.
“You think this is funny, don’t you?”
“Is it not?”.
“I swear, Voronin-Varkov if you’ve touched a strand on my daughter’s head...”
I grinned. The old bag would freak if he found out Id let more than a strand of her soft hair slide through my fingers last night.
“If you’ve harmed her in any way, I will make you pay.”
The sound of my laughter ricocheted off the walls and made him fire another shot from his gun. Harm her? On the contrary, we had a lot of fun. I would have given anything to see the look on his face when he found out Id taken his daughter’s virginity.
I squeezed the stress ball tightly to relieve some of my tension.
“What was that? You want to make me pay? I am interested. Humor me, Cian. Tell me how you’re going to do this when I have you at my mercy? And from what I hear youre killing your men yourself right now.” The smile disappeared from my face, and I aimed the ball at the silhouette of a three-thousand-dollar nude girl painting on the wall. It fell to the floor with a loud crash, and I sat up straight. “As far as I know, youre in no fucking position to make threats. Give back the land you took from Boris, and only then will I let your daughter go.”
Another gunfire, and this time I heard a loud, ‘fuck’ in the background.
“I’m at a shooting range, asshole. That purchase was legally valid, Viktor. The documents were signed and are now in my name.”
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? Nothing is legally binding if it concerns you.”
He toned his volume down a notch. “I want my daughter safe, Viktor.”
“Then hand the documents back.”
“I’m not arguing with you.”
“Doesn’t sound like you are agreeing either.”
He sighed, like a defeated soldier who had lost the war. “The land will be returned if you keep your end of the bargain and return my daughter. But …”
The old man couldnt be more amusing. I slumped back in my chair and stroked the hair on my chin. “There’s a ‘but?’”
“I’m a fucking businessman, fool. Of course, there’s a ‘but.’ I bought that land; you have to return the equivalent of the deposit.”
I laughed out loud. “Youre kidding me, arent you? You want a fucking refund?”
“Viktor ...”
I shook my head. “Not happening. That’s a small price you get to pay for messing with us.” My eyes caught the time on the silver watch on my wrist and I turned the swivel chair around. “If you are serious about getting your daughter back, send over softcopies and hardcopies of the documents. After verification of the authenticity, because I don’t fucking trust you, I will send you a location where you’ll pick your precious jewel.”
I hung up and somehow an uneasy feeling crept up in me at the thought of letting go of Ava. The way she looked at me when I took her virginity, I was almost certain that I would get her back one way or another.
One day she would be mine.
Almost immediately there was a determined knock at the door. For the first few seconds, I ignored it because I was still thinking of her.
“Open.”
One of my men, Ivan, stuck his long neck through the door. I beckoned him to come in, but he didn’t close the door behind him. Dark long hair danced over his shoulders as he walked toward my desk. With stony dark eyes and arms folded behind his back, he said, “Good afternoon, boss. I know you didn’t want to be disturbed, but this seems important.”
I frowned and motioned with my hand. “What is it? What’s so important?”
He looked over his shoulder and my eyes followed his. When I saw the flash of red, frizzy hair, my blood rushed south. She lowered her eyes and fiddled with her fingers, just like yesterday, and crimson colored her pale cheeks.
“She said she needed to see you urgently.”
Need to see me urgently?
I should have asked her why, made her give her reason while she was at the door, and then dismissed her. But the sight of her long legs made my rational thoughts spiral in a different direction. With a wave of my hand, I dismissed Ivan. The soft click of the door left us in the same awkward silence we had shared the night before.
“What was so urgent that you needed to see me?”
She shrugged and made a slow catwalk to the desk. “I don’t know.” She chewed the inside of her cheek. “I just wanted to see you.”
My eyebrows lowered. Her sudden sweet demeanor had to be the most suspicious shit I’d ever seen, but the rising desire to feel her body pressed against mine and the swelling of my cock in my pants kept me from giving her devious eyes any further thought. Her innocence and confidence had to be bad for me. And yet it was a major turn-on.
I leaned back in my chair and beckoned to her.
“Idite syuda.” She didn’t move, so I repeated it in English. “Come here.”
She moved and slowly traced the edge of the table with one finger before stopping between my legs. I tapped my lap and she tried to sit on one leg, but I grabbed her hips and positioned her so that she was straddling me. The blush on her cheeks deepened when our noses grazed, and my heart pounded in my chest like a fucking jackhammer.
She didn’t even know what effect she had on me. It always felt like a damn rollercoaster ride with her: hot and cold, sweet, and bitter. I got everything and nothing at all.
I buried my face in her hair, closed my eyes, and kissed her cheeks. Her scent was like a drug; a drug I wanted to become addicted to. “You are so fucking beautiful, my little dove,” I murmured in Russian.
She brushed her cheek over my beard and made a soft, little noise, pressing herself against my hardness. The sound drove me to the edge and my nails dug deeper into her thighs. “I … I wasn’t …last night wasn’t that great for you,” she said, releasing a small sigh.
I pulled my head back and raised her chin, so her eyes met mine. “That’s why you came here, to apologize for being inexperienced?”
When she was flustered, it was the cutest thing. “Maybe.” Her slender fingers went into my hair, and I nibbled on her neck. “You said you will teach me. I ... I want to learn.”
The corners of my mouth ticked upward, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard like I had done with the stress ball. They were so soft, so full, and fit perfectly in my palms. “You want to learn what?”
I ran my fingers through the waistband of her panties and slipped a finger inside. My jaw clenched. She was already so fucking wet. I rubbed her clit and her grip on my neck tightened.
“Oh, shit ...”
Her back arched against the edge of the desk and her breasts pressed against me through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Impatiently, I held one hand between her legs and pulled the flimsy fabric off with the other. She wasnt wearing a bra. Goose bumps covered her skin and her hard nipples looked fucking inviting. I bent my head and took one in my mouth, sucking and teasing it.
Her head fell back, and a gasp escaped her lips. She tried to ride my fingers, but I kept my hand still.
“That’s not an answer, sweetie.” I kissed her chest and teased the other nipple. “What do you want to learn?”
“A lot.” I drove one finger inside her. “About you ...”
“Wrong answer.” I slipped another finger inside her and she gasped even louder.
“I want to learn...” she rode my fingers, going up and down with increasing speed. “I want to learn how to ... how to ...”
Adding another finger, a tiny shriek escaped her throat and I thrust, matching the speed of her hips. “Viktor ...”
Shit!
Hearing my name moaned from her pretty mouth threatened to drive me insane. It took everything I had not to lay her on the table, face down and ass up, and fuck her as hard as I was dying to.
“...we can’t do this here.”
I gritted my teeth. The swelling in my pants ached and watching her get off on my hand was torture. “No one fucking tells me what to do.”
“Ah—but your men ... what if they hear us?”
I cut her off with my lips to hers and she kissed me with more fervor than I had expected. Our tongues battled and I overpowered her with fierce determination; tasting every inch of her just the way I wanted to. She melted in my arms, moving her hips in an insanely slow motion, like a sensual dance she had choreographed. I increased the tempo, pushed her down, and finger-fucked my way deeper into her.
Her thighs clenched around my fingers and her body tensed as her warm moisture dripped over my hand. Her body fell limply on mine, her chest rose and fell, and she kissed my ear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and that threw me off-guard.
“What?”
A sharp sting traveled from my thigh to my brain and my eyes fell on the white syringe sticking out above my knee. Black spots appeared and my vision became blurred. It felt like I was being pulled under a thick cloak of darkness. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but my speech was slurred. I laughed and she sniffled. I snorted. There was no way she was fucking crying after literally stabbing me in the fucking thigh.
“I had to use it ...” Her voice sounded like an echo as she got off my legs and stooped to pick up her T-shirt. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to do this. But I have to do it. I can no longer accept that Im a burden to my father, and I can’t pretend that I’m okay with the blood on my hands. I have to fix this myself...”
I heard the jingling of keys, which she grabbed from the table, and the quiet retreating of feet on the carpet toward the door. She was running away. Fuck! I tried to keep my eyes open long enough to see the look of regret on her face before she turned her back on me.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way. I’m so sorry.”
My eyelids grew too heavy, they snapped shut, and I heard the soft click of the door.