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Chapter 125
Anna
I was buzzed into the penthouse of a huge building downtown. Apparently Viktor has already informed the men outside that I was coming.
I was giddy inside, I could hardly contain my excitement. Everything was set for today.
The elevator doors opened and I stepped into the penthous, impressed by its absolute opulence.
So, this was the reason he refused to live in the Iron Vine mansion.
Very interesting.
I glanced around, trying to survey the place.
It was big yet cozy and inviting. It smelled freshly mopped and freshly aired out.
There was also a slight tang in the air. Like someone had eaten a lemon or tangerine here or maybe an air freshener.
The living room painted maroon.
There was a brown couch in the middle of the room and a mahogany coffee table and three other single chairs scattered around.
Different paintings lined the walls with
Intricate designs. Most of them were painted red. They were almost sinister...even scary.
Four of the paintings were of fangs and the fangs were stained a blood red color.
The paintings that weren't fangs were of nature and water and trees which made no sense with the paintings of fangs but who was I to judge?
Interesting.
There were a few sculptures around. All representing his monster nature.
I hated them. They reminded me so much of the first time I had entered the Iron vine mansion.
Iron vine... now that I thought about it... what the hell did that even mean?
Not stressing too much, I resumed my survey.
The kitchen was adjacent to his living room. A little small and only separated by a thin see through glass.
"Anna," Viktor called from behind. I glanced back to find him coming out from a balcony, a wicked grin on his face.
He'd be hot if I didn't hate his guts and was about to send him to hell.
"Viktor," he smiled, walking towards me with lazy strides, his eyes trained on me.
"Anna!"
He picked me up as soon as he was close enough and kissed me on the lip, hard and fast.
Internally, I was disgusted and felt like throwing up but externally I was kissing him back with equal fever.
His hands quickly moved to my boobs and I stiffened at the contact. Repulsed was what I felt for him
I broke the kiss, panting in disgust. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, you don't want to eat your dessert before the main course, now do you?" I said.
My voice was sultry and sensual and my eyes didn't betray the hate I habored in my stomach for him.
"Hmmm. You pose a great argument, Anna." He rumbled, his voice thick with desire. He then kissed me hard with tongue too as if he couldn't get enough.. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." He moaned, his tongue practically fucking my mouth now.
Gross.
It was never like this with Duncan. In fact, with Duncan, I loved kissing him. Even when I hated his guts... I still hated his guts definitely. Yeah.
He finally broke the kiss and set me down.
I made dinner." He said.
"You cooked?" I asked with raised brows.
"Sort of. My house keeper did," he grinned.
I rolled my eyes internally. Everything about him disgusted me.
"You look absolutely gorgeous. I cat wait to take that dress or you,"
Oh, my God! Gross.
"I can't wait for you to," I bit my lips.
"If you keep flirting with me, we might not make it to dinner, Anna," he groaned, pulling me up against his body and kissing down my neck.
The only way I was able to stomach his touch was because I thought of Duncan kissing me instead of him.
"Come," he suddenly pulled away, grabbing my hand and leading me to the dining room.
The dining room was just as lavish as the rest of the penthouse. A long obsidian table stretched across the center, set with gold-rimmed plates and silver cutlery so polished I could see my reflection. A crystal chandelier hung low, casting soft sparkles over the glossy surface. Everything looked pristine. Expensive. Cold.
The kitchen smelled of freshly made food and wine and maybe perfume? I couldn't quite tell.
He pulled out a chair for me and I sat, offering a coy smile that didn't quite reach my eyes or my stomach.
"I told her to make your favorite,"
I raised a brow at him. My favorite? You know my favorite?" I questioned, a little on edge.
"Of course. Lamb. Medium rare. Roasted potatoes. Some of that weird garlic sauce you like. And red wine, of course."
"How do you know that?" I
"A little birdie told me."
He shrugged.
I wasn't comfortable with any birdie telling him about me. But It didn't matter. Tonight he was going to die by my hands.
He sat across from me and a dark look came up on his face but it was gone before I could dissect it.
He poured the wine into my glass first, then his, all while watching me with that intense gaze that made my skin crawl. I clinked my glass to his, smiling like a woman in love.
"To tnight," he said.
"To tonight," I echoed, with venom hidden beneath my voice.
I took a sip of the wine, letting the rich red sour liquid spread through my taste buds..
He was not different from Duncan in the sense that they both loved the finest thing in life.
"I'm so happy you're here, Anna. I can't wait to show you what I truly am."
I grinned.
"I have big plans for tonight, Anna... things I want to show you, things you never thought possible,"
A cynical smile crept up onto my face.
If only he knew the plans I had for him too.
"Oh, really? I have plans for you too, Viktor. Things you probably didn't know I was capable of either.I can't wait to show it to you."
"Really? I can't wait to see it,"
"Me too," I murmured, taking another sip of my drink.
Carefully, I placed the now almost empty wine glass on the table.
"Go ahead dig in, it's delicious," he prompted and I smiled.
"So, you said you were going to tell me more about yourself?
Viktor's smile stretched wider, but it didn't reach his eyes- his smile never really quite touched his eyes but nobody could deny that he was a looker though.
He leaned back into his chair, folding his arms as if settling in for a story that would thrill us both.
"Yes," he said slowly. "I suppose I owe you that much. You've earned it."
I gave a light chuckle, pushing a roasted potato around my plate, pretending to be amused. In reality, I was cataloging everything in the room.
I'd need to get everything on the roll and on the ball soon.
"Well then. As you know I'm a werewolf with super strength and speed and the ability to turn into my wolf form whenever I want."
Is your wolf form brown or black like Duncan's?"
He grinned, apparently liking the train of questions.
"Good question. I am a grey wolf." he answered as he forked in a roasted potato.
"Ouuu, can I see?"
"After dinner, you can see everything you want and more." He smiled.
"Of course."
I continued my train of questions, asking him about his background. He didn't say much. Only that he was an orphan and before he was an orphan, he was an only child
I exchanged fake stories with him. More or less the same story I had Duncan.
He was funny and quick witted and the conversation was easy.
"That was delicious." He groaned as he bit from the last of the lamb chops.
"Indeed," i smiled. "Your cook should be a chef,"
"Oh but she used to be." He said with a burst of pride.
"Will you excuse me for a moment, bathroom break..." He smiled and then stood up and made my way out.
As soon as he was out of sight, I took out the serum in my bag, rounded the table and poured its contents inside the wine bottle and then the glass of wine still on the table.
I also quickly sprayed his side of the chair.
The gas had barely any smell.
As soon as I heard footsteps, I went back to my chair, pretending to act natural.
"Ah, I'm back. Would you like some dessert?" He asked.
"Only if it's as sweet as you," I flirted, brushing my fingers along the stem of the wine glass.
Viktor chuckled slowly, then moved behind me."You always know just what to say." He stood walking behind me. "You look tense. Let me help you relax."
"That's not neces..."
"Shh, just relax," he whispered, his breath tickling the back of my neck. "You'll need to for dessert,"
It would take about ten minutes for the drug to kick in.
His hand settled on my shoulders, messaging gently at first I forced myself to stay calm, even though his touch made my skin crawl.
Then suddenly, I felt something prick my neck.
I instantly pushed him away.
"What the hell did you just inject me with?"
A sinister smile crawled onto his face.
"Desert," he whispered darkly, holding up the empty syringe. "Did you really think you were the only one with plans tonight, Anna?"
I didn't have time to process his words because my head immediately scrambled and I fell to the ground, darkness running towards me and surrounding me in its cloak.