Page 62 of Never Distract a Biker

In the middle of Yelena’s turn, my phone buzzes against the glass tabletop. I glance at the screen and instantly smile. Marina.

“Excuse me, ladies,” I say, grabbing my phone and stepping away. “My prodigal friend has returned.”

I swipe to answer. “Well, look who finally decided to call. Which part of the globe are you crawling out from now?”

Marina’s familiar laugh filters through the phone. “I’m back, Scarlett, and I went to your house. But your neighbor told me you hadn’t been seen for weeks. What’s going on?”

My chest tightens slightly at her words. I miss her, but I’m not ready to explain everything over the phone. Viktor’s world, my pregnancy, and the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my life aren’t simple topics.

“Let’s catch up in person,” I say, keeping my tone light. “Lunch at our usual spot?”

“Deal. Don’t keep me waiting, Scar.”

Determined to go out, I make my way through the sprawling mansion, my heels clicking against the polished floors. My heart feels lighter than it has in days as I stride toward Viktor’s office.

When I reach his door, it is slightly ajar. Viktor sits at his desk, the epitome of power and focus. His strong hands shuffle through a stack of documents, and his piercing eyes scan them with laser-sharp intensity. The tattoos on his arms shift with his movements, captivating me in a way I can’t explain.

Unable to resist the urge to shake him out of his focus, I shut the door and sashay towards him. Raising my dress slowly, I flash my black lace underpants. His reaction is immediate—a sharp intake of breath followed by a low growl of surprise.

“Scarlett,” he warns, his voice gravelly with a mix of amusement and arousal. His large hands grip my wrists firmly, pulling me onto his lap to straddle him.

Before I know it, Viktor’s lips are on mine, and the world around us fades away. His kiss is demanding, passionate, and all-consuming. I respond instinctively, my hands tangling in his hair as our breaths mingle. The fire between us is undeniable.

Without so much as a foreplay, he pulls his pants down, shifts my underpants, and plunges into me. I guess there is no need for foreplay; the sight of him has me dripping wet already. His rigid cock fills to the hilt, and I close my eyes and moan out in pleasure.

“Open your eyeskrasivy,”he says in a hoarse voice. “I want you to see me fuck you.”

My eyes fly open and lock on him, and I see raw pleasure in his eyes. His muscles bunch from holding and guiding my waist. Everything about him screams power, and at this moment, I feel even more powerful knowing that I, Scarlett Wood, have Viktor Makarov craving for me. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy drives me to the edge, and before long, I topple over, taking Viktor along with me.

After we regain our breath, I try to pull away, but Viktor holds me down. He tugs my head to rest on his shoulder as he strokes my hair. I feel his cork stirring again, and I feel relief knowing I’m not the only one with an insatiable appetite. I pull away from his chest and look into his eyes. Viktor’s gaze is heavy, filled with desire and something deeper that I can’t quite name.

Without a word, I turn around and rest my hand on his table. Allowing him to slide back into my cum wet slit from behind. The slushing and slapping sound of us having sex drives me wild, and I wiggle my bum to match his thrusts. His hand snakes under my arm and cups my giggling breasts while his wet, hot lips drop feathery kisses on my spine. A shiver of undiluted pleasure travels from the root of my hair to the soles of my feet as a deep tremor follows my release.

I hear him groan out my name as he joins me.

“It’s a good thing you are already pregnant,” he huffs. “Otherwise, this would have ensured it.”

“Then I have to be careful after the twins are born.” Then, I add it as an afterthought to see his reaction. “That is if I’d still be here.”

“You will be here,” he says factually. “You are mine, Scarlett.”

I laugh gently as he pulls some tissue from a box on his desk. “Is this why you have them handy on your desk?”

“Things can always be repurposed for a more efficient use,” he says with a glint in his eyes.

After cleaning up and catching my breath, I turn back to him, red-cheeked. “I came here to ask you something.”

“I would have sworn you came to seduce me.”

“I got sidetracked.”

“Then feel free to be sidetracked anytime.”

I laughed while shaking my head at him. “I need to visit my house,” I say softly, resting my hand on his chest. “There are some personal things I need to get.”

Viktor’s expression hardens immediately. “No.”

His protective instincts are on full display, and I can see the battle waging within him as he considers my request. “It’s too dangerous,” he says firmly.

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