Chapter 90 The Sweetest Sin
❦ Rosalind ❦
I closed my eyes, ready to sink into the water and disappear for just a moment, when strong arms slid beneath me, lifting me out from the tub as if I weighed nothing.
I gasped, my eyes flying open in time to catch the ripple of his muscles as he carried me straight to the shower and turned the handle.
Warm water cascaded over our tangled bodies.
I whispered his name, about to apologize… only for him to catch my chin between his fingers and press his mouth to mine.
The kiss stole the air from my lungs.
My knees weakened.
My pulse thrashed everywhere at once.
By the time he pulled back, I was clinging to him, lost in the heat of the kiss.
“I understand,” he said thickly. “I can’t imagine the kind of pressure you’ve been under. You’re strong, Rosa. Too strong and too beautiful. I don’t deserve you. But if you choose me…” His eyes burned into mine. “I’ll love to have you.”
My heart swelled, pushing against the walls of my chest until it spilled into a trembling smile. I pressed my lips back to his, deepening the kiss, and poured everything I couldn’t say into the way I kissed him.
He drank me in greedily, devouring me like he hadn’t touched water in years. Then he dropped to his knees in the shower stall, his hands parting my thighs before I could even think to stop him.
A shocked cry escaped me when his mouth sealed over my sex.
Heat burst like wildfire through my core.
My back hit the tile, one hand bracing desperately on the wall, the other tangled in his hair as he slid his tongue into my folds.
“Viktor…” I moaned, my body shaking, every nerve alive under his touch.
Pleasure seared me in waves until I shattered on his fingers and tongue with a cry that echoed off the walls of the bathroom.
I was still trembling when he stood and lifted me up effortlessly. Water streamed down our bodies as he carried me out of the bathroom. He laid me on the bed, our skin slick and burning, covering my body with his.
He aligned himself, his eyes locked on mine, and then thrust into me to the hilt in one savage stroke.
I gasped, my body arching into his, pleasure ripping through me so fiercely I writhed in his arms.
“I love you,” I blurted. The words tumbled out unplanned, but truer than anything I’d ever said.
He stilled, his chest heaving, his gaze dark as it locked on mine. A growl rumbled in his throat. “You’re mine, Rosa.”
He leaned closer until I could feel the thundering beat of his heart against mine.
“You don’t just complete me. You consume me.” He dragged his tongue over my lips. “And I’d burn the world before I ever lose you.”
Then he was moving again, snapping his hips with raw power that stole every breath from my lungs.
I cried out as every thrust drove me higher, his hands claiming my throat, my face, my breasts. His touch branded me, marked me as his, and in my head I chanted it over and over… I love him. I love him. I’ll never give him up.
The rhythm grew wild, the bed slamming against the wall with every desperate thrust of his body.
My vision blurred, then whitened entirely when his thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing circles as he thrust harder, deeper, and without mercy.
“Viktor!” My scream fractured as pleasure detonated through me, and I shattered around him, convulsing, my body wrecked with the force of my release.
He groaned out my name, his own rhythm faltering before he twitched inside me and erupted, filling me as his moans rolled against my ear.
We collapsed together, tangled and trembling, the sound of our ragged breathing filling the room.
I giggled against his skin, delirious from the storm of pleasure. He chuckled too, a quiet rumble that softened everything inside me.
But then silence stretched, and he went still.
“My brother never wanted this life,” he said at last. My smile faded as I looked at him. His gaze was somewhere far away. “He was supposed to be Father’s underboss, but… Father thought he was weak. He never missed a chance to remind him of it.”
My chest tightened. “What happened to him?”
Viktor’s jaw clenched, his throat bobbing before he finally whispered, “I don’t know. Adrian says I only remember the day before he died.”
Convenient.
The thought stabbed my chest. I wanted to deny it, wanted to shove it away. With everything inside me, I prayed the evidence was wrong, that Viktor hadn’t… couldn’t have killed his own brother. My fingers traced over his tattoos, trying to soothe him.
Then suddenly, he sat up with a groan, clutching his head.
“Viktor?” I asked gently, panic rising.
He slid off the bed and crashed to his knees.
Then he shouted, a guttural sound that split the air as he clutched his skull like it was splitting in two.
“Viktor!”