13. Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
V iktor
I sat next to Tiffany on the bed as she roused from the sedation. She abruptly sat up, looked around frantically, then pulled the sheets high and tight to cover herself. The glare she gave me spoke volumes.
“Where are you from originally?” I inquired, softly brushing back her hair. I already knew the answer. I just wanted to coax her out of her anger and draw her closer to me, both physically and emotionally, and distract her from the unpleasantness of my kidnapping her.
Her response came as a barely audible whisper as she took in her surroundings. “A small town on the East Coast in America.”
“And how long have you lived in Russia?”
Her gaze returned to me. “Not very,” she replied curtly, her brevity indicating how annoyed she was at me.
“In terms of time, milyy,” I pressed gently, the endearment slipping naturally from my lips. The word felt oddly affectionate, considering the circumstances.
“What does that mean? M-mil-eya?”
“Milyy,” I emphasized, elongating the word to guide her pronunciation. Though I harbored desires to focus on the Bratva, her presence had become an undeniable distraction, emotionally speaking, one that I couldn’t afford for long. It bothered me that she was angry, and it shouldn’t. “Darling. It means Darling.”
She sighed. “I think it would be better if I went home.”
“No,” I replied simply.
She narrowed her gaze. “So you have kidnapped me?”
“Your fate is now tied to mine.”
“Why?”
“Because of the blood we shared,” I reminded her. “You now belong to me.” A trace of warning laced my tone, cautioning her to not dispute me on this.
She shrugged. “Perhaps I will escape.”
“You underestimate the forces at play. Your decisions are no longer entirely your own.”
“And if I fight you?”
A stifled laugh escaped me, at the notion of her battling me tooth and nail. “In my world, such defiance does not go unpunished. Keep that in mind.”
A heavy silence hung in the air, the tension between us palpable. Besides being mine simply because fate had handed her over to me, she also represented my chance at escaping the confines of my father’s demands, of marrying a woman he had chosen for me, an unthinkable fate I aimed to evade at any cost.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“As long as you obey me, you won’t get hurt.”
That smile, those glossy eyes, the coy fluttering of her lashes, screamed innocence. But it would be an error on my part to underestimate this little morsel. Many might think she couldn’t hurt a fly, but I recognized her darkness like I did my own.
Even so, there would be no escaping this. And if she wanted our darkness to meet, we could take it there.
Strangely, since engaging this woman, my mother’s ghostly counsel had quieted. Even if I had not spilled Tiffany’s virgin blood, even if I had no need for a woman to impregnate or present to my father, I would have taken her for that peace alone. Not that I thought Tiffany had banished my mother’s memory, but rather that my mother approved of her from beyond the grave. It was a blessing, I was sure.
Assuming Tiffany was like me, I decided I needed to just ask outright. She didn’t seem to be the type to lie, relying instead on omission as her power. The danger was in what she didn’t say.
“Are you going to attempt to murder me for kidnapping you?”
She looked me up and down as she weighed her answer. She released a heavy breath. “No.”
“Good.” I could tell she was not lying. I wanted to ask her why she didn’t intend to add my penis to a jar, but I didn’t want to tip my hand yet. I was curious about her reasoning, but not enough to reveal what I had on her.
“Why did you kidnap me?” she asked.
I could sense this was a setup of sorts, that she was looking for a very particular answer. While I had many reasons, I decided to keep it simple and vague. “I am obsessed with you.”
She smiled and giggled. God, I might already be in love. Only a woman of her kind would be flattered by such a confession, would not be scared that I had drugged and stolen her away, after essentially raping her.
“Present yourself to me,” I murmured. “Let me see what’s now all mine.”
Tiffany bit her bottom lip and let the covers fall to her waist. Her nipples grew darker and harder under my perusal. I wanted to slap her breasts and watch them shake, watch them quiver as she gained pleasure from everything I gave her.
“Good girl,” I praised. “Show me more.”
Looking shy, she pulled the covers from her lap. I fit my hand between her thick thighs, and slipped my fingers into the delta she’d created. She moaned, rubbing her legs together in anticipation. She was wet. Not soaked, but I would get her there.
“Do you like this?” I stroked her cunt teasingly in the tight space. “Are you sore?”
She nodded her head.
“Then open wider for me. Let me see my pussy so I can tend to it.”
She obeyed, tilting her hips up and spreading herself, so there was nothing hidden from my view.
“Such a good girl,” I complimented. “You really do want to be mine, don’t you?”
My heart flipped-flopped when she murmured, “yes, sir,” ever so quietly. I knew then I would kill for this woman, and I’d kill any who tried to take her from me. Ring or not, we were until death do us part.
I gently moved into her damp slit, swirling my fingers around her folds until she groaned. That’s the spot. I worked her clit slowly. I wanted her to become more aroused, but not too fast. The more pleasure-drunk she was, the easier it would be to keep her complacent and happy, true, but I wanted to savor this moment.
She whimpered, as if needing me to give her something she couldn’t yet define. So untouched, she had no real idea of the untold pleasures that could be achieved when two people came together like this, looking not to find their own pleasure, but to please the other.
“Tell me,” I encouraged.
“Please, sir. I’ve been good,” she begged quietly. “I want more.”
Fuck, those words did something to me. I slipped one finger inside of her and started pumping it in and out, like it was my cock. My God, she was tight. I worked faster, rubbing her g-spot while my thumb strummed her clit.
“Tell me,” I ordered again.
“More, more,” she pleaded. “Please.”
God, she was amazing, gasping and panting beneath my hand. “You like my fingers inside your cunt?” My voice was harsh and warbled, my cock so hard I could barely think. I used my free hand to tease her breasts.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried, spasming against me.
“Tell me you belong to me,” I demanded, my pinky finger using her cum to tease the delicate nerves on her ass.
She screamed as she came. “I belong to you, Viktor. I’m yours. Yours forever.” Her cum poured into my hand and spilled onto the bed.
I was drunk on the power she gave me; this serial murderess who collected the dicks of her victims in jars. She was begging me to please her, announcing her utter devotion to me for the whole building to hear. I, a man she just met. I had conquered her body, her mind, and even her heart, so effortlessly.
A man like me never received blind loyalty like this. I had always had to fight for every bit I got, and it was never enough. I deserved more. And here was this miraculous woman who just needed a man to take her properly, to love her properly, to admit that he could not live separate from her now that he’d had a taste of her, that he was so obsessed that he had no choice but to take her, so that he could worship her.
As she came down, I withdrew my fingers, helped her settle into the pillows, and covered her back up.
“Tiffany, I need you to be a good girl for me, and not cause any trouble while I am gone. I need to leave for a bit, but I promise I will return. I will take you out to eat when I get back. Would you like that?”
She nodded sleepily.
“Where would you like to go?”
“For ice cream.”
I smiled, lifted her knuckles to my lips, and kissed them. My cock strained in its fabric confines, but the suffering was worth it. I would sink into her warmth once I returned. I needed to go meet with Roger, and my father as well.