18. Danika
DANIKA
Victor arches an eyebrow at my words and tosses the knife aside. It clatters against the table, forgotten.
He leans down and crushes his mouth to mine.
The kiss is aggressive, desperate, a collision of tongues. He's not asking, he's taking, and I'm giving it to him without hesitation.
My hands tear at his shirt, popping buttons off. I yank it off his shoulders. The barrier of fabric is suddenly unbearable. I need skin-on-skin contact. I need to feel him, all of him, against me.
I run my hands over his chest and take him in for the first time. He's so perfect it's annoying.
His chest is chiseled to perfection. It's strong and muscular. My hands slide lower, and his well-defined abs flex under my touch. His V-shaped frame draws my eyes down, making me want him inside me with an intensity that borders on lustful insanity.
This isn't just any man. He looks like a fucking Roman god. One of those statues created in stone with a perfect physique for all the world to admire for eternity.
I lift my head and kiss his chest, licking him, biting him, tasting his body on my lips. My tongue runs across his skin, and he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest.
His hands roam over me, not just with lust, but with absolute possession. Like he's claiming every inch of me. His tongue drags down my neck to my breasts, and I arch, pushing into him.
His warm tongue circles my nipple before he sucks hard.
I moan, the sensation sending a thousand tiny electric volts through me.
I grind into him, feeling my wet panties pressing against me, the friction making me ache.
My hands fumble at his belt buckle as he moves to suck on my other breast. I shift, allowing him easier access, and finally get his belt free. I unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.
His pants drop, and he kicks them away, his mouth never leaving my body.
I lean back, and he thrusts against me. I feel the pressure from his cock, begging to be freed from his boxer briefs.
I go to stroke him, and suddenly, he lifts me off the table with ease, carrying me somewhere.
I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and my arms around his neck to stay up. Our mouths never break apart, our kissing never interrupted.
We pass through a doorway into a room, and Victor tosses me like I weigh nothing.
I laugh as I crash onto a massive, plush hotel bed.
He climbs on top of me and kisses my neck, running his tongue across my collarbone and down between my breasts.
His head goes lower, and he pulls my panties off, leaving me completely naked. He forces my legs wide and takes me in.
"You look magnificent, Danika," he says, running a finger up and down my wet slit before bringing it to his lips. "And you taste like fucking heaven, too."
I smile at him, biting my bottom lip.
His head dips, and I feel him start sucking my clit, his tongue moving in circles.
I grip the sheets at the sudden rush of pleasure and bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.
My eyes roll back, and I can feel him licking me, devouring me like a wolf that hasn't eaten in weeks.
The sensation is overwhelming, and for a moment, I almost feel vulnerable around him. I glance at the ring. It's still there. I tell myself to get the hell out of my head and enjoy what this man is doing to me.
I fist his black hair and start grinding against his mouth.
Victor slides his tongue into my entrance and fucks me with it, sliding in and out.
I moan loudly, unable to control myself any longer.
Victor growls as his hands grip my waist, keeping me in place to be eaten.
I feel my body start to tingle and hum, and fire starts between my legs and spreads through my veins.
Holy shit, I'm going to come.
Like, actually have an orgasm from a man.
It's been years since I've been able to, not for lack of trying, but because I can never get out of my head. And somehow, Victor's doing it.
I keep my right hand gripping his hair. I grind against him faster as I release my grip on the twisted sheets with my left hand, bring it up, and squeeze my breast.
"Fuck, just like that, just like that," I say, almost chanting it like a sinful, erotic mantra.
He listens and doesn't change a thing.
My body starts to feel like it's going to float. Every thought about him, every emotion, everything about this man comes to a head, like a spring being pulled tight.
And suddenly, it breaks.
A surge of ecstasy slams into me. My vision blurs as white, unfocused stars scatter across the backs of my eyelids.
My body feels both hot and cold as I come harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave of pleasure doesn't slow, and Victor doesn't let up.
He licks and sucks every last ounce of pleasure from me, taking everything.
I feel myself come back into my body as Victor slows, his warm tongue tasting me.
"Fuck," he says, kissing my thighs. "I could eat you every day."
He slides up, kissing me softly on my stomach, my sides, my breasts, and finally, my mouth.
I moan, tasting myself on his lips.
He then pushes my legs wider and slides a finger into me.
I arch my back, shaking my hips.
"I need to get you ready for me," he says, kissing me.
I look at him through hazy eyes and smile. "That feels so good, stretch me wider."
Victor smiles and looks directly into my eyes as he slides another finger inside me.
I moan. "Mmmm, just like that," I say.
"Goddamn, you're so fucking hot," Victor says, kissing me.
I work my hips, enjoying the slight stretch, but all it does is leave me wanting more, wanting him.
True to my nature, though, I get a sudden rise of thoughts that I can't submit to him that easily.
I shift his fingers out of me, grab his shoulders, and use my core strength to flip us so that I'm now on top, straddling him on the mattress.
Victor laughs. "Always a surprise with you, isn't it?" he asks, gripping my hips.
I grind into him slowly, feeling his cock through his boxer briefs, sliding between my lips.
"You don't like my surprises?" I ask, taking his hands and squeezing them around my breasts.
He looks at me with fire in his eyes. "With you, I'm learning to love them."
I laugh, grinding into him more as I arch back, brushing the hair out of my face.
I run my hands down my body and grip the top of his boxer briefs.
"Why are these still on?" I ask.
"Because you haven't taken them off," Victor says with a smile.
"Oh, well then..." I say, smiling back.
I shift and pull them down, and then my eyes focus on his cock.
He wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't small.
It's huge, thick, rock-hard, and throbbing.
I take it in my hand and start stroking it. The skin is smooth under my fingers, and I watch my hand going up and down, almost mesmerized by the motion.
I break my own trance, lean down, and run my tongue up and down his shaft.
He groans, and I lick all the way down and start sucking his balls while I stroke him.
God, his cock is so hard in my hand. I want this in my mouth.
I run my tongue back up, and when I get to the tip, I taste his precum.
I push my head down on him and start sucking.
I move my hair out of my face, and Victor's hands scoop it up, fisting it in a makeshift ponytail.
I start bobbing up and down, his thick cock stretching my mouth as I work him deeper into my throat.
He starts to buck his hips, and I put my hand on his lower stomach to stop him from making me gag too much.
We get into a nice flow, and I can feel my wetness practically running down my thigh as he face-fucks me.
My eyes get watery, and there's so much saliva that I spit on his cock between gasps for air, and all that does is excite him even more.
After too short a time, he stops me by tugging firmly on my hair.
I gasp from the sudden, sensual pain.
"I'm not going to come in your mouth," he says.
And suddenly, in an effortless surge of strength, he flips me back over, pinning me firmly on my back. He takes my wrists and holds them above my head with one hand, his body heavy, and I feel the tip of his cock against my entrance.
"I'm going to come inside you, my Russian princess," he continues, his voice dark and commanding.
Victor shifts, grabbing himself to position his tip right at my entrance. "Ready?" he asks.
I nod.
"I thought you'd never ask,” I say and bite my bottom lip.
He pushes into me, and I gasp.
The stretch comes on suddenly and strongly. I instantly free my hands from his grip and plant them flat against his chest, breathing through it.
"You okay?" he asks.
"Mmm." I nod. "Just getting used to you."
He slows, grinding shallowly at first until my body relaxes and I can take more of him.
My hands go limp on his chest, my body not so tight now, and he takes that as a sign and pushes in deeper. I take a sharp inhale, then relax, the burning stretch turning into an intoxicating feeling.
"There you go," he says, kissing me. "Fuck, you feel so amazing. Jesus," he says, looking down and then back up. "You feel like you were meant for me."
I close my eyes, feeling him fill me, stretch me in ways I've never experienced before.
Victor notices. He stops.
"Look at me, Danika," he commands.
My eyes snap open. I meet his dark, burning gaze.
All my life, I've fought. I've guarded myself. I've pushed people away to survive.
But as Victor claims me, I realize I don't want to fight his hold. I want to yield to him.
"That's a good girl. Look at me while I fuck you," Victor says, picking up his pace.
He starts going harder, faster, and I wrap my legs around him, finally loose enough to take all of him, and pull him in deeper and deeper.
"Fuck, baby, you're taking me so well," he says, reaching up and wrapping his hand around my throat.
He kisses me, his tongue swirling in my mouth as his cock fills me.
I feel so vulnerable with one hand binding my wrists and the other around my throat.
I have to fight my instincts for a second to remind myself that I'm not in danger.
At least, not physically. Victor isn't breaking me; he's dismantling me exactly the way I want to be dismantled. The way every woman does.
Fucked senseless.
My body starts to tense up. Everything begins to become sensitive and almost numb at the same time. Electricity dances across my skin where his fingers and lips touch me.
My cheeks and body feel like they're on fire, our heat mingling together as I take every inch of him.
Part of me wants to get on top, lead things, and ride him until I come, but it just feels too good to be under him, almost like it's where I belong.
The pleasure is building too fast, and it forces me to completely let go.
He allows my hands to go free, and I hold on to him as his thrusts become more aggressive, more primal, more claim-worthy.
Because in this moment, there's no doubt in my mind that that's exactly what he's doing, making me his.
"I want to feel you come on my cock," he growls, his thrusts deepening. "I want to feel you shatter under me. I want you to know exactly what it feels like to belong to me."
I dig my nails into his back as he lowers his head into my shoulder, driving harder and harder into me.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop what my body is about to do.
It's becoming too much, and I can't help myself as a scream tears from me with his name on my lips, the feelings unable to be contained.
Instantly, I feel tingling and that winding-up feeling. I'm getting closer and closer to the edge, and he's just pushing me along, one thrust at a time.
It's as if he knows exactly what my body wants. What it needs.
"I'm going to come," I say, breathless. "Fuck, I'm going to..." I can't even finish.
In an instant, everything slows, and I feel weightless. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, gravity doesn't seem to exist. It's as if we're floating off the bed.
My eyes fly open, seeing his tense, muscular body braced over me, and then everything speeds up, and I explode.
Waves of pleasure crash over me as my walls tighten around his cock, heightening the sensation.
I come for what feels like an eternity. A blissful forever that I never want to stop. Bright stars and my own heartbeat are all I see and hear for a moment, and then my ragged breathing comes next.
It's an explosive release like nothing I've ever experienced. My legs shake, and my hands tremble, but Victor doesn't even slow down.
His breathing grows hard, and his motions turn more erratic and desperate.
I feel his cock swelling larger and larger, stretching me more.
I hold on to him, letting him have me, using my body as he sees fit to come.
It's like I'm holding on to a possessed animal. His cock feels so far inside me, it's as if he wants to split me open.
Then, in one deep thrust, he growls, and his hot seed spills deep into me, filling me with everything he has. It's so intense and erotic, and I swear I feel him come inside me, branding my insides.
His thrusts slow, and we both gasp for air.
"Holy fuck, Danika," he says, laughing. "That was amazing," he continues, collapsing onto me.
"Yeah..." I say, staring at the ceiling, unable to move.
I can't even think. My brain is too busy trying to process every pleasure nerve in my body, some I didn't even know I had.
The frantic energy fades into a heavy, quiet stillness. We lie tangled together in the sheets. Victor rolls over and pulls me against his chest, his chin resting on top of my head. His heartbeat is a steady thrum beneath my ear.
It’s crazy that I feel genuinely safe in his arms.
After a few moments, the adrenaline fades, leaving a deep exhaustion.
I close my eyes, just basking in the moment of having just been fucked better than I have in years. Or maybe ever.
But then my brain kicks back into gear, and reality creeps back in.
I just slept with the man I was supposed to outsmart. Maybe even kill.
I feel a profound sense of panic because, for the first time, my absolute, unquestioning loyalty to Ivan has just been compromised.
And so, I realize with absolute certainty that I am falling for the enemy.