Chapter 10
Aurora~
I’d grown up having no weaknesses, but Viktor’s touch was quickly becoming something of an addiction.
His hands and mouth felt incredible anywhere that he put them on my body, and I could easily see how women could mistake sex for love.
I was telling this man anything that he wanted to hear, and all just so that he wouldn’t stop touching me.
I also wasn’t above begging when he had me like this. “Viktor, please...”
His thumb hit my clit as he fingered me, and it made my entire body jerk with desire. “There’s nothing more that I like to hear than you begging for me.”
Before I could say anything to that, Viktor was pulling his fingers from my pussy, and then I watched as he put them in his mouth, licking them clean, and the dirtier that Viktor liked to play, the sexier he was. His confidence was off the charts, and with good reason.
Wordlessly, Viktor reached for the hem of his t-shirt, then whipped it up over his head, that toned, tanned, muscular torso of his coming into view, and what a view it was.
The broad shoulders, the smooth skin, the hard six-pack, and the array of tattoos that littered his body was enough to make the strongest of women drool uncontrollably.
I watched with bated breath as he kicked off his shoes, then proceeded to unbutton his jeans, making me briefly wonder what he would look like dressed in a tailored suit.
Growing up around men who’d always been outfitted for success, I was still getting used to how casually all the Korolevs dressed, but it didn’t take away from the power that Viktor exuded with every step that he took.
Grabbing the base of his dick, he slapped it on my pussy, making a moan get caught in my throat.
It was a heavy thump against my sensitive clit, and it made me clench with need.
Knowing exactly what Viktor was capable of made it hard to say no to him, not that I had any plans to.
Despite the wounds decorating my body, I had no intention of stopping Viktor from doing anything that he wanted to do to me right now.
“Here’s the thing, baby,” he said, still slapping my clit with the weight of his dick. “While you’re mine, I’m also yours. I’m yours, and I’ll make sure that you never doubt that again.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. While Viktor was saying all the right things, we were still in a very volatile place in our marriage.
Someone had tried to kill me, and nothing could really be resolved to satisfaction until that situation was taken care of.
Yeah, Viktor was no longer on the top of my list of suspects, but that still didn’t mean that I trusted him.
Nevertheless, even if I did have something to say, Viktor didn’t give me a chance.
He slid inside me in one slow, smooth, torturous thrust, and my eyes automatically closed with how good he felt inside me.
He was stretching me wide as he fed me every inch of his thickness, and I welcomed it.
I welcomed every single piece of him, and I wanted this to last all night.
Viktor covered my body with his again, and the warmth sunk into my skin like the rest of the world had just been waiting to disappear.
There was nothing but Viktor and the way that he was making me feel.
There was no bullet or knife wound, no betrayal.
When we were like this, we were only Viktor and Aurora, and I couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t feel promising.
His dick was deep inside me, his chest was pressed up against my breasts, his lips were sucking the sensitive skin of my neck, and he was marking me the same way that he’d had on our wedding night. Viktor was making a point again, and I had no desire to stop him.
“This is where I’ll always want to be,” he said between marking me. “Never forget that.”
I didn’t say anything, letting my body do the talking for me.
I welcomed each thrust, and whenever he bottomed out, I didn’t push back at the discomfort.
Instead, my hips moved with his, showing him that I could take whatever he wanted to dish out.
Before, I’d been happy to let Viktor show me what it meant to finally be with a man, but things were different now.
Having been wounded, he needed to see that even a gunshot or stabbing wasn’t enough to slow me down.
I needed to show him who he married.
Viktor pulled up far enough to be able to look down at me, and the fire in those blue eyes of his seemed to back up his claims, but it still wasn’t enough to make me lose myself in promises that could never be proven.
No matter how good he felt inside me, I couldn’t lose sight of the bigger picture here.
“Do you feel that?” he hissed. “Do you feel how tightly your cunt’s wrapped around my dick? Proof that your body missed me, even if you didn’t.” Viktor’s next thrust was a little harder and deeper as he added, “Yeah, your body knows exactly who it belongs to.”
There was no denying that, so I didn’t even try.
The slick sounds of my pussy taking every thrust of his hips was validation enough.
I was soaked, and my legs couldn’t spread wide enough for him.
In fact, his slow thrusts were doing nothing but torturing me, knowing that he was capable of so much more.
I also didn’t know if he was doing it to punish me, because of my injuries, or both.
“Then why aren’t you taking it like it is?” I challenged. “Why are you treating it like you’re not sure if it belongs to you or not?”
“You want to get fucked?” he practically snarled as his blue eyes flashed with the challenge. “Is that what you want? You want me to use you, baby? Do you want to be sore in the morning? Do you want me to tear your pussy in half to show you just how much my cock missed her?”
While it probably wasn’t wise, that’s exactly what I wanted.
I wanted Viktor to back up his words. I wanted more than just pretty words that were meant to manipulate me.
I also didn’t want him to see me as some weakling that needed to be treated with kid gloves.
If nothing else, in order for our marriage to survive, we were always going to have to be dueling on an even playing field.
“Yes...” I rushed out, my hands already reaching for the edge of the desk, needing something to keep me centered.
With that simple word of permission, Viktor straightened, taking his warmth with him, and then he grabbed the back of my knees, pushing my legs open to give him complete access to however he wanted to give it to me, which I knew was going to leave me aching in the morning.
“Oh, God...” I cried out when his first thrust hit me hard and deep, but it wasn’t enough to make him pause or second-guess what I had asked for.
“Is this what you want?” he growled as his fingers dug into my flesh, his hips pounding painfully against mine. “Is this how you want this dick, baby?”
“Yes...” I repeated, every muscle in my body straining to keep up with his powerful strokes. “God, yes...”
After that, Viktor showed no mercy. With his grip on my legs tight enough to leave bruises, he railed into me with enough force that the desk was digging into my back, his full weight pushing up against my groin, giving me every hard inch that he had, his grunts and growls making it clear that he was on a mission to make sure that I never challenged him again in the bedroom.
When I finally came for him, it was with enough force to tear a scream from my throat, not caring if there was anyone else in the house that could hear me. I screamed my release, and I was sure that my body was going to splinter into a million pieces with just how euphoric it all felt.
However, instead of cumming with me, flooding me with his seed like he normally did, Viktor pulled out of my pussy as my body kept convulsing, then gripped the base of his dick, aiming the head to shoot his hot cum all over my tits, stomach, and pelvis.
He was shooting white ropes of his release unapologetically, and he was doing it with enough force to land on my neck.
Along with the hickeys and bruises, this was another way to mark me, and I knew exactly what he planned on doing next.
With his eyes locked on mine, I watched silently as Viktor reached out, then began working the mess into my skin like my own personal brand of lotion. My chest was heaving, and my skin was sweaty, but that just seemed to make him more determined to work himself into my body.
When he was finally done, he said, “You’re not showering after this. You’re going to wear me for the rest of the night, and you’ll be lucky if I ever let you wash me off you again.”
“So, the plan is to always smell like you?” I asked as I finally straightened to sit up on the desk.
“Yes,” he answered quickly and surely.
“Maybe you can just spray me with your cologne,” I smirked. “That would also work.”
“Maybe I should just forbid you from leaving my side,” he countered, and I wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. Of course, after the past two weeks, this could just be his pride talking, but still.
“So, now what?”
Naked as the day that he was born, Viktor reached out to scoop me into his arms bride-style. “I take you upstairs to our bed,” he answered. “While I have no problem fucking you in my office, you’re going to need to rest at times.”
“Making an entire night of it?”
“Baby, you have no idea,” he replied seriously.
“What of the guards?”
“There are no guards in the house,” he informed me, surprising me. “If you were really going to kill me, then I wanted to make sure that nothing happened to you afterwards.”