Chapter Six
Viktor
Three Weeks Later
I am painfully hard and getting awfully brazen, breaking into her home every night.
Chris, or Chris Manchester as he is better known, is most definitely on drugs.
I think Ada is choosing to remain intentionally ignorant for the sake of her parents’ rings.
He passes out every night after getting high, so I can easily walk in here and come into this office where Ada is sleeping.
She has made herself a pallet on the floor with her couch cushions so she can stretch out more, but I hate it.
I want to just scoop her up and put her in my bed.
Instead, I sit in her office chair and jerk off every night.
Ada rides my hand and comes so beautifully for me. Six days a week, we do this. I kiss her, dote on her, and make sure she comes. She’s asked me to fuck her, but I decided that I wanted her away from Chris first. If I fuck her, he might actually find out.
Occasionally, he fucks her. It makes me want to break his neck, but he doesn’t hurt her.
I know she feels obligated to let him, but we have to pick our battles.
He hasn’t hit her again, but she avoids him most of the time.
I think he’s just staying so drugged out that she is able to go unnoticed in here.
Chris isn’t actually here tonight. Carlo is watching him gamble away money he doesn’t have, so I have some time to just sit here and watch her for a while.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, so I pull it back to look at the message.
Carlo
Chris is still here.
Thanks. She’s asleep.
Carlo
Creep
I smirk and put my phone away, but I nearly have a heart attack when I look up and see that Ada’s eyes are open. “Your phone vibrates loudly,” she mumbles.
“Blame Carlo. He keeps texting me,” I say smoothly.
“For being a mafia boss…” she says. “You fucking suck at being inconspicuous.”
“How long have you known I’ve been coming here?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Since the first night when you moaned my name as you jerked off,” she laughs. “Is Chris here?”
“No. He’s out gambling,” I say with a smirk.
“You don’t look very remorseful for stalking me, Vik,” she says with a smile.
“I’m not,” I say. “I’ve been tempted to fuck you in your sleep, though.”
“Doubtful, considering you won’t when I ask you to,” she says seriously.
“Say it again,” I say.
“Fuck me,” she says. “Please.”