Page 59 of Never Distract a Biker

Viktor's hands traveled down my body, mapping my curves with a possessive touch. He grasped my hips, pulling me against him, and I could feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against my stomach. I arched into him, seeking more contact, my hands now exploring the muscular planes of his back.

With a growl of desire, Viktor lifted me onto his desk, the smooth surface cool against my back. He stood between my legs, his hands roaming freely, leaving trails of fire on my skin. His lips trailed kisses down my neck, sending shivers of pleasurethrough me. I tilted my head to the side, granting him better access, my fingers now tangled in his hair, holding him close.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against my skin, his hot breath sending goosebumps along my arms. His lips found the sensitive spot below my ear, and he suckled gently, his teeth grazing my skin, causing me to gasp and squirm beneath him.

Viktor's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and over my head in one smooth motion. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of my lace bra, barely containing my full breasts. With nimble fingers, he unhooked the front clasp, revealing my swollen nipples, already pebbled from desire.

Leaning down, he took one taut peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, while his fingers teased the other. I arched off the desk, my back bowing as pleasure radiated from my chest, spreading like wildfire through my veins.

"Viktor," I breathed, my voice hoarse with need. "Please ..."

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending vibrations through my body. "Please what, my little Scarlett? Tell me what you want."

I could barely form the words, my mind clouded with desire. "Touch me ... please ... I need you ..."

Viktor's hand slid down my body, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. He slid the denim over my hips, his touch electric as he skimmed the lace of my panties. With a swift motion, he tore the flimsy fabric aside, baring me to his gaze.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you."

I bit my lip, anticipation, and arousal coursing through me. Viktor's head lowered, his breath ghosting over my core, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I felt his tongue, hot and wet, trace the length of my slit, teasing, before he zeroed in on my clit.

His mouth was pure magic, licking and sucking, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he feasted on my essence, his tongue delving deep, then flicking my sensitive bud with rapid strokes. I was on the edge, teetering, my breath coming in short gasps.

"Viktor ... I'm ... I'm going to ..."

He increased the pace, his fingers now joining his mouth, one sliding inside me, finding my sweet spot, while his thumb circled my clit. I exploded, my orgasm ripping through me, my back arching off the desk as I cried out his name.

Viktor didn't stop, his mouth and fingers working in tandem, drawing out my pleasure, until I was a quivering mess, my body still pulsing with aftershocks. He lifted his head, his eyes smoldering as he took in my sated expression.

"That's just the beginning, my love," he promised, his voice husky. "I intend to make you feel so much more."

And with that, he carried me to the sofa and lowered his body, covering me with his hard length. I felt the tip of his erectionat my entrance, and I lifted my hips, eager for more. Viktor slid into me, filling me inch by delicious inch, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You feel incredible," he growled, his voice strained as he fought for control.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke sending pleasure radiating through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, my nails digging into his shoulders as I urged him on.

"Faster, Viktor," I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "Please, harder ..."

He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent, his hips snapping against mine, driving me closer to the edge. I could feel another orgasm building, a delicious pressure coiling low in my belly.

"That's it, my Scarlett," he grunted, his breath hot against my neck. "Come for me again."

His words were my undoing, and I shattered around him, my inner walls pulsing and milking his length. Viktor followed, his body tensing as he emptied himself into me, his roar filling the room.

When the storm finally subsides, I’m left breathless, my head resting against Viktor’s chest. His arms remain wrapped around me, holding me as if afraid to let go.

For a moment, neither of us speaks. The air is thick with unspoken words, with a connection that feels both terrifying and undeniable. I can hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, a strangely soothing sound.

"Scarlett," he says finally, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. “I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here.”

He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he reaches for his pants on the carpeted floor and pulls out a sleek black card.

"This," he says, holding it out to me, "is yours. Use it for whatever you need—or want."

I stare at the card, its simplicity belying the power it represents. My fingers brush against his as I take it, the weight of the gesture settling over me.

"I don’t need your money," I say, though the words lack conviction.

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