XII
Carnal
"We need to talk."
Viktor had been sitting on his bed in the guest room, the door open as if he had expected me to come by. He cocked his head slightly, his eyes blank as he watched me shut the door behind me and walk toward him.
"We need to talk," I repeated, squaring my shoulders in an attempt at bravery.
He said nothing. He sat unnaturally still, but the slight change in his breathing told me what I needed to know. He was listening.
I sunk to the bed beside him, sitting far enough away so that I didn't touch him. "I arrived here in a bad head space. When we started doing..." My cheeks heated, "... what we've been doing, I thought it would be a good chance for me to lose myself for a while. A way to forget about my life and just enjoy myself."
"You haven't enjoyed yourself?" Viktor faced me, his eyes a blaze, as if to say he knew damned well that I had.
"Please let me finish."
He tipped his head for me to continue.
"I tried really hard to separate my body and my emotions, not to get attached." I gulped. "And I know it's barely been a week, but I couldn't do it."
His voice was gruff when he spoke. "You couldn't do what?"
"I couldn't separate them. My feelings are warring, and I can't push them down."
Viktor put his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "What is it you want?"
"I want more than just sex."
"What is it you want ?" He repeated.
"I want you. All of you."
His sigh was guttural. "It was meant to be just sex. You were meant to leave after the holidays and never think of me again, never see me again."
"I know." My eyes welled, and I wiped angrily at the tears portraying how I felt. "But there's nothing left for me there. All I have is Mom and Dad, but I have no life." I closed my eyes. "Being with you is the most alive I have felt in a long time."
"Callie..."
"I don't want that feeling to end."
"Callie," he sighed again. "I must admit that I…feel more for you than I expected."
I jolted, hope flashing through me.
"But I can't pursue anything further with you." He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," I whispered.
His eyes narrowed. "You can't handle me."
"You don't know what I can handle."
"I'm dangerous, little kitten."
I licked my lips. "Try me."
He smashed his mouth to mine, my lips instantly bruised at the assault. But I didn't back down. I opened my mouth, welcoming him fully. Our tongues tangled, teeth drawing blood. He ripped his mouth from mine. He said nothing as he lifted me onto the bed, pushing me until I was on my hands and knees. With a guttural growl, he pulled my pants down to my knees, keeping me trapped there. A large mirror hung above the headboard, where I watched Viktor as he tore my panties from my body and threw them to the floor. His hands were rough on my hips and he pulled me to the edge of the bed, my ass and pussy bared to him.
"Always ready for me." He ran his fingers along my pussy. Bringing those same fingers to his mouth, he sucked on them, tasting my juices. His eyes met mine in the mirror. "Remember, tell me to stop at any time and I stop. Do you understand?"
I nodded, my mouth watering at his commanding tone.
He brought his open palm to my ass cheek in a harsh slap. I cried out at the sting, my whole body heating in arousal. "I need to hear the words, Callie."
"Yes," I said breathlessly. "I understand."
In moments, Viktor's pants disappeared. His eyes remained on me in the mirror as he thrust into me hard and fast, not stopping until he was completely swallowed by my pussy. I clenched around him, trying to adjust to the invasion. He gritted his teeth, the veins in his neck protruding. He stayed buried inside me until I relaxed, and then he let loose.
He placed a hand on the base of my spine, his other reaching out to tangle in my hair. He pulled until I was arched toward him, an almost painful angle that gave him complete control. He softly brushed his hand over my back, a warning before he wrapped it around my throat. With one hand in my hair and the other around my throat, I was at his complete mercy.
Viktor pulled out, only to slam into me over and over, each thrust coming harder and faster until I could no longer see straight. His eyes never left mine in the mirror as he fucked me like an animal, the sounds of his balls slapping me mixing with keening noises that tore from my throat. The sounds that came from me would have embarrassed me any other time, but I could think of nothing but his thick cock hammering my core.
"Viktor," I wailed, as his cock only seemed to grow inside me until I was sure I would split in two.
"That's right, little kitten, take all of me." He emphasized by angling his hips, slamming his cock even deeper, hitting nerves I didn't even know existed.
I screamed then, my body unable to stand such intense pleasure. His hand tightened around my throat, cutting the scream off short. I hissed, spittle coming from my clenched teeth. I fought the orgasm, only climbing higher and higher until I was too afraid to fall.
"Don't wake the house," he rasped in my ear.
His hot breath washing down my neck was my undoing. His fingers tensed on my throat, his hands pulling my hair until my scalp screamed. My mouth opened in a silent sob, tears falling from my eyes. He released my hair only to reach around and pinch my clit. His fingers tightened on my throat, keeping my scream silent as I fell from that precipice and came so hard I almost blacked out. The room swam around me as I cried, my pussy spasming, the size of his cock only wringing out every last wave of pleasure from me until I was one human-sized ball of nerves. I had shattered completely and been rebuilt again.
"Fuuuuck," Viktor hissed, his hand tightening even further on my throat until I was seeing stars. For seconds I couldn't breathe. I could do nothing but stare at Viktor in the mirror, my eyes saucers as he came undone. He let up enough for me to take a startled gasp, but his hand never left my throat.
I watched him transform before my eyes, and I knew that the unhinged pleasure had made me lose my mind. His irises and pupils expanded like ink in water, until the whites of his eyes were almost gone. They glowed in the mirror, burning into me as he peered into my soul. His already chiseled jaw became sharper momentarily, now hidden by the stubble that grew thicker. His teeth elongated, filling his mouth, and he very nearly howled as he came inside of me. I continued to shudder around him when he released my throat, and I fell to the mattress. I sucked in cold air, blinking at our reflections in the mirror.
Viktor looked no different as he collapsed on top of me, heaving against my back. But there was something in his hard stare, in the way his brows furrowed, almost self-consciously, that had me second-guessing myself. Had I been so caught up in the throes of ecstasy that I'd been hallucinating, or had what I'd seen been the truth?
"See?" I rasped, "I can handle all you give me."
I felt Viktor laugh as he lay atop me. "Oh, little kitten, if only you knew." He stood from the bed, his seed gushing from me as he pulled out. He helped me from the bed, turning me to face him. His eyes searched mine, looking for something that wasn't there. I'm not scared.
His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke. "There's more ways to hurt someone than physically." For the second time since meeting Viktor, he seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being.
Thousands of unrelenting butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I pushed his hair back from his face. "Trust me, I'm not easy to break," I murmured.
"I hope so." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my swollen lips. "I really hope so."