Page 32 of Violent Love: Viktor
Closer to the property, closer to the edge. Anticipation began to seep through.
I wanted to ruin her body, mind, and soul. Break her open. Rebuild her from the marrow out. Make her mine in every filthy way.
But not dead inside.
Not hollow.
I’d seen that look too many times.
In the uprising. When Yuri’s men died screaming. When I slit throats, snapped spines, carved names into skin.
Their eyes always went flat in the end.
Not hers.
My little bitch would live.
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Once I parked in the garage, I unloaded the SUV. Food supplies. Clothing. Toiletries. The rest—pretty outfits and torture instruments for my new bitch.
I checked the basement room. It was stocked with the basics. The metal door had two hatches: one at head height, the other low enough to slide food through.
I left her in the boot until I was ready.
When I hit the button, the hatch lifted slow. She was curled up on the grey carpet, her limbs tucked tight.Her head lifted—cautious.
I took the leash.
“Out,” I barked.
Through the black mask, her eyes widened. But she obeyed.
Crawled out and dropped beside my leg, naked and on all fours.
I led her through the garage, into the house, and down the corridor until we reached the basement stairs.
“You may walk.”
No hesitation.
I kept hold of the leash as she descended.
Her tail swayed with each step, and I fought the urge to yank it—
Remembering how incredible her tight little hole had felt wrapped around my cock. It would be a long wait for me, but it would be worth it.
At the bottom, I tugged her toward the correct door.
Her home until she was broken in.
Chapter 14
Natalya
My descent down the stairs was wooden. There’d be nothing good down here.
I’d cried myself to sleep in the SUV, his men’s jeers still echoing in my ears. Only the soft classical music—and sheer exhaustion—had dulled the shame enough to drag me under.
