Chapter 95 Tag—You’re It
❦ Rosalind ❦
The second Viktor hit the water, I turned and ran, biting down a laugh that still managed to bubble past my lips.
His shocked face had twisted into a darker, vindictive expression that burned itself into my mind as I bolted for the house, the towel clutched around me like flimsy armor.
Cold droplets streaked down my calves. The tiles were slick beneath my feet. But I didn’t dare look back.
The laughter slipped from me anyway, shaking my chest breathlessly.
The soldatos on duty didn’t even blink as I raced past them, and I knew it wasn’t because they hadn’t noticed. It was out of respect. If Viktor ever caught one of them letting his gaze stray over me. They’d be dead.
I streaked across the living area, my heart pounding, only to find Adrian hunched in front of his laptop. His detached eyes turned up at me for a second, then he returned to whatever numbers or codes he was working on.
At the top of the stairs, I risked a glance behind me. My breath caught.
Viktor.
Soaked with water dripping down his black clothes. He tilted his head slowly like a wolf sizing up prey.
Then he stepped forward, and my heart slammed against my ribs. I spun, the towel flying, and sprinted for the bedroom.
My pulse was frantic with a mixture of fear and giddiness. I was laughing and trembling, alive in a way I only ever felt with him.
Inside the bedroom, I flung the towel aside and seized the first thing my hand found… a pillow.
God help me.
By the time the door slammed shut behind him, I was clutching it like a sword.
He looked at me, dripping, his smile sardonic. Dangerous.
“A pillow?” His was amused.
I glanced down at my ridiculous weapon and groaned.
My knees threatened to give way.
“You made me track water all over the house.” His sharp gaze burned into me. “Since you got me, gattina… I’ll have to make us even.”
A whimper escaped me as he turned and slid the lock into place with a click that echoed like thunder.
Then, with his back to me, he pulled off his shirt.
The wet fabric peeled away from his skin, revealing the slick expanse of muscle and ink. His tattoos rippled with each movement, the display a menacing work of art.
My mouth went dry.
He tossed the shirt aside without care, then hooked his thumbs into his waistband. With one fluid motion, his pants and boxers were gone.
He was already hard.
From chasing me.
From wanting me.
I swallowed. My grip on the pillow trembled.
His eyes met mine. And I forgot how to breathe.
Viktor’s stride was lethal, eating the space between us. I held the pillow tighter though I didn’t even know why I even bothered.
My eyes weren’t on his face anymore, they were caught on the hardness of his arousal.
Hunger made me bite my lip, but the vengeful look on his face made me want to flee through the house barefoot, as long as he came after me and caught me.
But he already had. There was nowhere left to go.
I expected him to seize me, but instead he stopped at the closet. His gaze never left mine.
“What are you doing?” My shaky voice cracked in the middle.
His mouth curved. “You’re holding a weapon,” he said smoothly. “It’s only fair I get one of my own.”
My confusion turned to shock when he pulled out something obscene from the closet, a massive, life-like dildo with a suction base. In his other hand was a small pink bullet. He tapped it, and the toy purred to life, humming with menace.
My eyes went wide. “That’s two,” I blurted. “I only have one.”
His smirk was wicked. “You’re not the only one with a history of offense, princess.”
He dropped the toys on the bed, then he was on me, tearing the pillow from my hands like it was nothing.
His palm closed around my throat, and then his mouth slanted over mine.
The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, lips biting, tongue demanding. He devoured me like I had done something to deserve punishment,
I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe past the onslaught. My body betrayed me by arching into him desperately.
His hands tore off the skimpy fabric of my Twopiece, his fingers spreading a trail of fire where they grazed skin.
The wall pressed against my back while his thigh pressed perfectly between my legs. He rubbed against that aching place, just enough to drive me insane.
A needy moan escaped me.
In retaliation, I slid my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his thick girth. I stroked him firmly, wanting him to lose control.
He groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated through my chest. For one second I thought I’d won. But then his hand slipped from my throat.
Viktor stepped back, his jaw tight like he was holding himself back with restraint.
His picked up the dildo, and he pressed it to the smooth headboard unceremoniously. The wet suction sound made me shiver.
He sat on the edge of the bed, spread his legs, and began stroking himself with maddening ease.
My eyes darted back to the dildo, then to him again, and I hated the way my breath hitched. He caught it, of course, because Viktor never missed anything.
His smirk curved wickedly.
“I know how much you love being filled on both ends,” he said. “Help yourself.”
Heat coiled in my belly at his words, my thighs pressing together against the ache. I knew that whichever end I chose, he would use it against me. But I also knew I couldn’t back away.
I smirked back at him, and made my choice.
Crawling forward, I let my knees sink into the mattress, my hair fall across my face as I leaned in. My fingers wrapped around the cool silicone. I licked the tip slowly before sucking it into my mouth.
My gaze never left his.
I let out an exaggerated moan meant for him, feeling my lips vibrate around the toy.
His grip tightened on his cock, his jaw flexed, and I knew I had affected him.
Then his hand seized my waist, making me gasp. He dragged me toward him, angling me over his lap like he couldn’t wait another second.
But at the last moment, I twisted away from his grasp and positioned myself over the toy instead. I sank down in one swift, greedy thrust, my lips latching onto him at the same time.
The dildo stretched me, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t thick enough, deep enough, it wasn’t Viktor. Still, the intrusion made me moan against his cock as I slid my mouth down his length, gagging softly before pulling back to lick and suck again.
“You chose the dildo over me,” he growled with accusation.
His palm slapped against my ass. The sting made me cry out around him. The shock sent pleasure through me as my body tightened, betraying me.
My skin burned, my thighs clenched.
But I sucked him harder as revenge, dragging him deep into my throat until my eyes watered.