Chapter 73 What He Wants
❦ Rosalind ❦
One minute you have a clear-cut path ahead of you. Plans made, all i’s dotted and t’s crossed.
Then you make the mistake of mounting a thick-cocked criminal with a hard-on for your hotel.
Then he fucks your brains out and now your organs slosh around after being pulverized by his veined, pink-tipped cock.
I pressed myself closer to his naked chest and sniffed him as covertly as possible.
I almost sighed.
If it weren’t for the issue of the asset between us, he might have made a good friend. Maybe even a good boyfriend, but I didn’t get to taste those versions of him before being bodyslammed into a marriage.
And now, I realized with horror, I found myself feeling that he made a good husband.
Now that he wasn’t actively trying to kill me, his soft side and possessive side under all that show of power slipped out, and I liked it.
I was starting to get too comfortable.
I wondered what Viktor wanted to show me. I hoped it was a rose-littered hotel room and another round of what we did at that poor restaurant. They’d have a hard time airing the smell of our lust from their nice establishment.
Frankly, I wanted Viktor to fuck me again. So badly that I was starting to lose sight of my goals.
His thick arm hadn’t left my waist throughout the drive and it radiated heat that warmed me in more ways than one.
I swallowed at the low buzz that bloomed in my core.
I shifted my gaze from his chest to the road ahead to curb my wandering thoughts.
The towering shape of the Grand Marlow Hotel, blurred by the insistent drizzle bathing the view, made me sit up straight and recover from my lust-glazed brain.
Whatever he was showing me was in the hotel. It was a touchy topic between us. The object with which we played a deadly tug of war.
The car pulled up in the private lot and a soldato stood in the drizzle with an open umbrella when the door opened.
I hadn’t returned to the Grand Marlow since Marcus. And my skin pebbled with goosebumps as we brisk-walked toward the side of the building.
When we entered through a service door different from the back entrance where it all went down, I released a breath of relief I hadn’t realized I was holding.
I looked up at Viktor’s soft squeeze on my arm. So soft I might have imagined it.
Had he brought us through here because he didn’t want me affected?
In the dry hallways of the level above the basement of the hotel, Viktor accepted a shirt from his bodyguard, wore it, and took my elbow in a firm but careful grip.
“Where are you taking me?” My voice trembled at the sudden chill, the light pressure of his hold on my arm sending a sliver of fear through me.
What if he’d decided to lock me up somewhere in the belly of the hotel for daring to ask for a divorce, or maybe this was my punishment for seeking out Dominic.
Stupid. Stupid.
I could be in grave danger right now and it was too late, I’d let him distract me with his rough strokes and feathery kisses.
“Viktor,” I insisted when he did not respond.
He glanced back at me, his face blank.
“It’s just through here, this room.”
His clipped tone only convinced me. He was going to chain me to the floor in some hidden torture room, and starve me until I signed it all away.
Before I could formulate an escape plan or even scream, the door was pushed open and we walked in, two of his soldatos following behind us.
The room was dimly lit and I blinked to adjust my sight from the bright lights in the hallway.
“W-what are we doing here?” I stammered, blinking in the shadows.
A shadowy figure in the corner moved and I jumped with a squeak. But then the lights brightened gradually, the figure in the corner being a suited man who turned up the lights.
Sitting on the edge of the white-sheeted bed, her legs hugged close to her chest, was a girl.
Her head rose slowly to meet our gaze, and when she did, she shivered and hugged herself tighter.
Her split lip glistened with blood, hair wild as though she had been in a violent struggle.
Angry bruises littered her skin and I looked her over twice before it registered that she was naked, her eyes bloodshot from crying.
“W-who is this?”
“This is why you’ll give me what I want.” He glanced at his watch casually, his tone flat and cold as steel.
My heart slammed in my chest.
I was going to end up like this girl if I didn’t cooperate.
My knees buckled, my world tipping.
Viktor caught me before I fell. Then I hissed and slapped his hand away, startling him.
The back of my head slammed the floor, white pain blotting out my vision, and Viktor’s curse was the last thing I heard before everything went black.