Page 14 of Debt to the Mafia King
My back arched, and the smallest of tremors began in my thighs. My breath caught in my throat as the tight knot of need threatened to explode.
“Oh—”
The front door shut with the smallest of clicks, and I froze. My fingers were still buried deep inside of me. I waited.
Had Dion just left? Was that what I was hearing?
Flutters trembled against the fingers I still had buried deep inside of me, my own body telling me to carry on, but I didn’t move. From the hallway beyond a floorboard squeaked.
I bolted out of the bed, my juices still coating my fingers a split second before my bedroom door opened wider, and a dark shadow appeared in the hallway. It was so huge that it seemed to fill the narrow space completely.
“Dion?” My heart thundered in my chest. It wasn’t Dion. I knew it wasn’t.
“No.” A heavily accented voice answered my question, and instead of speeding up, my heart seemed to stop completely. “It’s not your Dion, Printsessa.”
“What?” I moved back into the bedroom, heading as far away from the door as I could.
Viktor stepped inside. There was a bed between us, but he was between me and the door. To escape him, I would have to go through him. “What are you doing here?” My voice shook.
Viktor took a step into the room. “I came to give you—”
His eyes darted down to my hand, and a wicked smile curved up his lips. “A helping hand.”
My cheeks flamed red hot. How could he have known what I was doing? Unless he had seen me? Had he been hiding in my home this entire time?
That didn’t seem very likely. So did that mean he had some other way of watching me?
“Are you spying on me?” My eyes darted around the room, but I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Everything seemed exactly how it should be.
“Yes.” He didn’t even try to lie. “Come here.” Holding out his hand, he waited for me to take it,
Was I going to do that? He was a crazy person. I opened my mouth to tell him such when he lashed out and caught me around the wrist, dragging me into him. His arm came around my waist to trap me to him so tightly that my breasts were flattened against his chest.
“You said I had three days.” Something deep inside of me began to pulse. My pussy fluttered with its own pulse.
“Ssssh.” Viktor bent his giant frame over mine, nudging my hair away from my throat so he could run his nose along it. “We wouldn’t want your little friend to wake up, would we?” Viktor’s lips replaced his nose. He nibbled across my pulse point.
I whimpered before I could stop myself, and my head fell backwards to give him easier access to the sensitive skin of my throat.
“That’s it, Printsessa. Give yourself to me.”
I didn’t want this to happen, did I? Did I want to give myself to him? If I didn’t, all I had to do was scream and Dion would come running.
Dion, my heart skipped a beat. This didn’t have to happen. All I had to do was scream, and he would come running. I told myself again that he would be my hero.
And then what? A small voice mocked. Dion would come to my rescue, and Viktor would hurt him or worse.
“That’s it.” A hand pressed into the small of my back. Pushing me into him even more. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” He ordered. “Tell me what you imagined me doing to you when your fingers were buried deep in your cunt?”
His hand dropped lower, cupping my ass and lifting me onto my tiptoes. I let out a shaky breath. “I wasn’t—”
He spanned me quickly. One second, we were face to face, and the next, I had my back to him, and he was pressing me into the closed door.
“Don’t lie to me, Leah.” He used his body to trap me against the wood. “You called my name. Was this how you imagined it would go?” Dragging my t-shirt upwards, he closed his hand over my breast and squeezed. Hard.
Hard enough that it was almost painful, but not hard enough that I fought to be free of his hands. In fact, the pain was kind of welcomed.
“No,” I whispered.
