Page 24 of Violent Love: Viktor
And soon…she’d thank me for it.
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By late afternoon, I called Abrasha to deal with Petrov’s rotting corpse. I had other priorities now. My obsession had taken root—thick, black tendrils winding deeper through my mind, curling around every thought. Every urge. Every fucking breath.
She had eclipsed everything else.
Armed with my tools, I returned to the scene of my latest crime—her cell. I paused before unlocking the door, a wicked satisfaction blooming in my chest at the memory of her lips against my feet.
She sat curled on the bed, knees hugged to her chest. The blanket clung to her shoulders, her hands fisted tight around it like it was armour. Her eyes flicked up, pale green and hollow, before dropping to the bag in my hand. That was when I saw it—fear of the unknown.
Good, she didn't resist like Ania.
The blanket slipped from her shoulders as she slid off the bed and dropped into position, crawling toward me with the tail high between her cheeks. Shame laced her every movement. Submission shaped her spine.
“Good girl,” I murmured, drinking in the sight of her, my collar around her throat. The wagging tail lodged in her ass.“So obedient for your Master.”
I pulled the new collar from my bag and let the rest drop with a solid thud. She flinched. Her bowl was empty. She’d eaten everything.
“Lift your hair,” I said as I unfastened the new device.
Her gaze locked on the rectangular shock element. I fastened it tight around her neck until it clicked, then adjusted it—not so snug she’d choke. Just enough to remind her what she wore. The remote rested in my pocket. I wouldn’t use it yet.
Not until she deserved it.
“On the bed,” I said.“Inspection position.”
She didn’t hesitate. Crawled back, tail swaying. Her cunt was fully exposed as she climbed onto her hands and knees. The sight was indecent. Beautiful.
I reached into the bag again.“Are you on birth control?”
“No, Master,” she whispered.
I placed the bag down beside her and leaned over, cupping her breasts. Her hair still smelled clean. I buried my face in it and murmured against her ear.
“Have you ever taken a cock in your asshole?” My thumbs rolled her nipples.
Her spine stiffened.
“No, Master.”
“Mmm. Today’s your lucky day,” I smiled into her hair.“Your tail’s done most of the work already.”
She didn’t respond.
I slid my hand down her belly until I reached her folds, warm and—wet.
The smile dropped from my lips.
I growled and shoved two fingers inside her cunt. Her muscles clamped down. Tight. Responsive.
I wrapped my other hand around her slender neck, fingers resting around her collar.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” I purred, curling my fingers inside her.“Wet for your Master like a good little bitch.”
Her breathing hitched. Her throat trembled beneath my palm.
I moved back to her breasts, pinching until she gasped and clenched harder around my fingers. She loathed me. I saw it in her eyes every time they dared meet mine. But her body was learning. Obeying. Responding.
