Chapter 8
A ngelina
The sheets brushed my oversensitive skin, and anticipation skittered up my spine as I waited. I had nothing seductive to wear, so I was naked in bed instead. The dense darkness outside the window fell hours ago, and I’d spent that time arguing with myself over the wisdom of my plan.
The romantic little girl inside me loved Viktor’s words this morning, but I had no idea if I could trust this man.
I knew I felt the pull towards him that he’d spoken of, and he was incredibly handsome, which I wasn’t sure I’d find again.
So while I hadn’t fully embraced the terror of plan C, I wanted to rid myself of my virginity, and I was certain Viktor would make that enjoyable.
Then I would find out how and when he planned to help me find Rada, and if he was lying, I’d need to escape.
I had scoped out my route earlier because all the doors and windows downstairs were locked. Next to the balcony in this room, a wooden structure was attached to the wall where all the ivy grew. It seemed solid, and all the plant roots clung thickly to the wall.
I knew Rada would be proud of me. She always told me to have at least two or three plans in case the first went to devils, which was her favourite phrase.All the planning helped me feel less guilty for lying here while she was still imprisoned.
The door handle turned, and I froze, butterflies assaulting my stomach.
Viktor entered wearing the same suit he had worn earlier.
His eyes found me, and I gulped. Steeling my courage, I sat up in bed, and the covers skimmed across my skin as they fell, exposing my top half to him.
His gaze heated, and he prowled towards me.
“What are you doing, Puhcho ?”
“Trying to seduce you,” I answered honestly.
He approached the edge of the bed, bringing his intoxicating aftershave with him.
Reaching down, he cupped my cheek. “There’s no trying needed. You captured me with that first look.”
“Show me,” I said, boldly, my stomach flipping over.
He leaned over, bringing his lips close to mine but hovering just above them as my pulse accelerated in my chest.
“Tell me what you want.”
Seizing his wrist, I guided it down to my breast. His breathing hitched and I enjoyed finding a chink in this powerful man's armour.
“I want you to fuck me.” I shivered as need pulsed through me.
Viktor's lips crashed into mine, and the rough rasp of his beard coupled with the soft firmness of his lips made me moan. He flicked his thumb across my nipple, and I arched into his touch.
“A better man would say no,” he muttered, although the look on his face told me he had no intention of declining my offer.
Ripping the bedding away, he pressed me back against the mattress, and his clothes brushed against my naked skin.
I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as the sensations of his kiss overwhelmed my brain.
His tongue swept into my mouth as I gasped, abandoning his buttons and gripping his suit jacket.
He lifted his head away and I sucked a breath as he trailed kisses down my jaw to my neck, biting and sucking the skin there.
“You are mine,” he murmured against my skin.
His possessive words ignited something deep inside me.
Everywhere he touched was sensitive, and I grew wet between my legs.
He pulled back and stood up. I watched him as he ripped his suit jacket off and made quick work of the buttons I’d half opened.
The strong lines of his chest came into view, and I squirmed on the bed as he exposed more of his body.
He removed his trousers, and the black boxers he wore were straining at the front; the outline of his erection caused me to gulp in anticipation.
I waited, but instead of removing them, he grabbed my legs, yanking me down the bed.
I trembled as he settled on his knees between my spread thighs.
He gripped them possessively, his eyes roving over every naked inch of me.
I fisted my hands, resisting the urge to cover myself as I lay splayed open to his gaze.
“You are perfection,” he said, his voice was gravelly and deep.
Without warning, he leaned forward and pressed his face to me and licked a strip up the centre of my pussy.
“Viktor!” I squealed.
His fingers dug into my flesh as I tried to close my legs, pinning me in place.
“Lie still and let me worship my pussy.”
“Y-your pussy?”
“Yes, mine.” He stared back up the length of my body, and I shivered at the ferocity of his gaze.
He returned to licking and sucking and I moaned as tingles of pleasure flooded out from everywhere he touched.
I gripped the sheets beneath me and bucked my hips up to meet him.
The sensations were overwhelming, and a pressure began building.
Viktor nudged my entrance with his finger; the blunt thickness sent a new spiral of need through me, and I thrashed my head from side to side.
“So snug it’s going to fit my cock like a glove,” he groaned, and I shuddered as he slid his fingers in deeper, filling me.
The feverish need building inside me melted away my nerves, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
Viktor returned to his task and focused intensely on my clit which sent shocks of pleasure through me.
His finger massaged something deep inside me, and I exploded, screaming his name as he used his skilled tongue to prolong my orgasm.
“Your taste is addictive,” Viktor said, leaning up, his beard shining with my release.
I collapsed onto the bed, boneless and glowing in the aftermath. I’d had self-administered orgasms before, but nothing like that.
He peeled off his boxers, his cock bouncing free, and I gulped as it was much bigger than his finger. Despite my hesitation, a new heat throbbed through me.
He leaned over and grabbed a condom from his suit jacket. Fascinated, I watched as he rolled it down his hard flesh and moved to hover over me.
“Mine,” he said, settling between my legs.
I fell into the look in his eyes, letting everything that had happened between us fall away.
He pressed his lips to mine as he fitted himself at my entrance and pushed in. I gasped at the stretch as he moved slowly. The slight burn inside me was nothing compared to the building pleasure. The tremor running through his tense arms told me how much he held back.
I kissed him, chasing his tongue and wrapping my arms around his muscular back.
His skin was heated, and I writhed at the feeling of slowly being filled as each thrust grew deeper.
He grunted, and I gasped as his final thrust seated him fully.
I thrashed my head from side to side at the overwhelming sensation and deep ache which pushed every other thought from my mind.
“ Puhcho .” He groaned the endearment like a prayer, and my inner muscles rippled around him.
We stayed locked together for a few moments. As I adjusted, he nipped a trail down my neck.
“Please,” I begged, needing him to move.
A devastating half smile replaced his usual serious look as he hooked one of my legs up and pulled back, only to plunge back into me.
I screamed as pleasure burst through me.
This seemed to snap something inside him as his pace increased, and the smack of his pelvis against mine made my eyes roll back in my head.
The sounds of flesh hitting flesh and our mingled grunts and moans were erotic. Viktor leaned back and wedged his other hand between us, rubbing my clit and making me gasp.
“I want to feel you coming around my cock this time,” he panted, not breaking his rhythm.
The sensation built again to a much deeper type of pleasure, one that would wreck me. He pinched my clit, and a burst of painful pleasure set off my orgasm, and I dug my heels into his back, screaming.
“Yes, that’s it.” His movements turned erratic until he stilled, pulsing inside me.
Waves of release washed all the way out to my fingers and toes, and I gripped him tightly as he collapsed on top of me. His weight pressed into me, and I revelled in the sensation, listening as he regained his breath. I basked in the moment of bone-deep contentment as all my worries faded.