Chapter Twenty-Two
Valentina
I stare out the window like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve seen in my life. My entire body is buzzing. I feel completely, utterly dazed.
My skin is still burning from where his mouth just was. He saw me down there. He touched me in places I’ve never allowed another living soul to even glance at, let alone kiss.
Right now, my mind is a chaotic cocktail of frustration, shyness, and a terrifying little hit of giddiness.
I’m frustrated because I know exactly what comes next: nothing.
All because of that stupid vow. It honestly pisses me off.
When will he finally realize that I don't care about the money?
I only want him. I want this version of him—the man who grew, who became strong, capable, and completely independent.
Yet, the shyness overrides the anger. He took what he wanted like a cruel daddy.
God, I am sick. Sick in the head. There is genuinely something wrong with me.
His toxic, territorial rage should have enraged me.
But it just made me horny. The sex demon has returned with an absolute vengeance, begging for the very man who just punished me.
Beside me, Viktor unbuckles his vest, tossing it onto the floor of the SUV. He starts unbuttoning his black uniform shirt, his chest heaving as he tries to cool down. He raises a dark brow at me.
"Any more bastards I should worry about?" he asks.
I gulp. Should I tell him? Should I not? If I lie and he finds out later, the volcano in his veins will eat him alive. But if I tell him now...
In the end, I decide to just lay it out.
"There were... two others," I whisper.
The words barely leave my mouth before the color drains from his face, replaced instantly by a furious red. The veins in his neck bulge.
"Viktor, calm down," I say. His entire frame is vibrating with a terrifying level of tension. "Before you... before I met you, I had fuck buddies. Three of them, total. Including Julian tonight. It was purely casual."
"Three," he repeats. He loses his mind right then and there. The possessive madness in his eyes returns tenfold. "Three bastards who think they have a right to you?"
"They don't think that—"
"Hand me your phone," he barks, extending a large palm.
I hesitate for a fraction of a second, but the dark promise in his eyes makes me reach into my clutch. I press my thumb to the scanner to unlock it and place the device in his hand.
No one has ever searched through my phone. Ever.
It's invasive. Disrespectful. Demeaning.
And yet, when Viktor demands it, it does nothing but set my vagina on fire.
Viktor snatches it, his chest heaving as he navigates straight to my contacts. "What are their names? Tell me right now, Valentina."
"Julian, Mike, and Liam," I mutter.
I can’t believe I’m allowing this to happen. How am I allowing this to happen? My own father didn’t used to search my phone.
His thumb moves violently across the screen. "Julian. Deleted. Blocked," he growls, narrating his actions. "Mike. Deleted. Blocked. Where the hell is Liam?"
He scrolls aggressively down the list, but I’m sure he’s not going to like what he sees. My last contact with Liam was a sext thread.
I watch the exact moment he finds it. The phone practically creaks under the force of his grip as he stares at the words another man sent to the woman currently wearing his hickeys all over her skin.
He slowly turns his head. "He wrote this to you. And you kept it on your phone."
"Viktor—"
"Shut up," he growls, deleting the entire thread and blocking the number. "You are done with the past, Valentina. You don't look at them, you don't talk to them, and you sure as hell don't keep their filth on your phone. Do you understand me?"
What if… what if I play a little dirty?
If that stupid vow is the only thing keeping him from taking me, then maybe I just need to push him past his breaking point.
"What if I don't?" I murmur.
The car glides to a halt inside my garage. I throw open the door, leaving Viktor behind. I rush toward the private elevator bay, fueled by nothing but sluttiness. I hit the button, slipping in just as the doors start to slide shut.
My heart stammers as the heavy metal doors are forced apart by Viktor’s massive hands before they can seal. He steps inside, his chest heaving.
I reach back and pull the zipper of my dress. It cascades down my body, pooling around my ankles. I stand before him in absolutely nothing.
If I tempt him enough, he has to give in. I’m going to be entirely evil tonight.
A low sound tears from Viktor's throat. It’s so fucking sexy.
The elevator dings, the doors opening straight into the foyer. I turn on my heel, walking slowly toward my bedroom, knowing damn well he’s following me.
"You want to test me? You want to see how much of a monster I can be?" he barks behind me.
"Show me," I breathe, my knees going weak.
He stalks over to my nightstand, grabbing my vibrator, and then forcing me down onto my hands and knees. "Call me Daddy. Say it right now."
Daddy.
Nothing has ever sounded so right.
"Daddy," I whimper, my face burying into the pillows. It's exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed to hear.
"I would love to taste you right now," he whispers against the shell of my ear. "I want to bury my face between your legs. But that would make me lose my mind. I won't break my vow to you."
That stupid fucking vow.
He brings the humming toy down against my clit. But before I can even ride the wave of pleasure, he drags the vibration lower. Lower. And lower. To my asshole.
"Viktor, no... I don't like the backdoor played with," I cry out, trying to pull away from the invasive heat.
"Oh, poor baby," he mock-sympathizes, refusing to let me move an inch. "Too bad. I'll teach you to like it."
He presses the vibrating tip harder against my tight rim while his other hand works my clit, sending a maddening sensation straight to my brain. It’s entirely too much. I'm weeping against the pillows.
God, how can so much pleasure feel almost painful?
"Now say it," he growls, pinning me to the mattress as the pleasure peaks into pure agony. "Tell me what you're done with."
"No... no more fuck buddies," I sob out.
"What else?" he demands, increasing the pressure of the vibration.
"No more other men! Only you!" I shriek, my entire body violently convulsing as a shattering orgasm rips through me.
Only then does the vibrator turn off.
Viktor pulls me back against his chest. He pulls the duvet over us, cradling me against his broad chest as his large, warm hand gently strokes my hair. He wipes a stray tear from my cheek with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to my forehead and temples.
I am so deep in this. Deeper than I ever thought possible. I am so entirely consumed by him that I feel like I would genuinely die without him.
I hope I never have to face that fact.