Page 32 of My Bratva Stalker

I shiver, and he notices instantly.

His arms tighten around me, holding me steady as he pulls out, groaning at the loss.

I moan, feeling empty and ruined, like I’ll never be the same.

He cups my jaw, forcing my gaze up to his.

His eyes are dark, sharp, still full of possession.

He strokes his thumb over my cheek, with surprising softness.

Then, without a word, he lifts me.

I let out a small gasp as he carries me out of the shower, dripping with water and him.

He doesn’t bother with a towel at first.

Just sits me on the counter, spreads my thighs, watching his cum leak from me.

His breath trembles, his cock twitching, still hard!

“So fucking perfect.”

My stomach tightens, my cheeks burning.

I should feel shy.

But I don’t.

Because the way he’s looking at me? It’s like I’m his masterpiece, his greatest conquest, his most prized possession.

I can’t breathe.

Viktor finally grabs a towel, dragging it over my skin, drying me, taking his time. Slow. Possessive.

Like he’s memorizing every inch of me.

His fingers trace the marks he left on my ravaged body—bruises, bites, the places where his grip was too tight. And I can tell he fucking loves them. By the way he smirks, the way his touch lingers, how his thumb brushes over a deep bite on my hip.

Like he wants to put another one there.

He lifts my hand, drying my fingers, kissing my palm.

I tremble, completely wrecked.

Once I’m dry, he wraps me in another thick towel, and lifts me again. Carrying me to his bed. Not mine. His.

The sheets are cool against my overheated skin, but he covers me immediately, tucking me into his warmth. Placing us away from the mess we made earlier. And there’s more than enough room on the immense bed for that.

I should be nervous. I should be fighting this. But I can’t. Honestly, I don’t even want to.

So I let out a breath, sinking into his arms, feeling safer than I ever have.

His large hand slides over my stomach, possessively.

His voice is low and rumbly, right against my ear.

“Go to sleep, printsessa.”

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