Page 115 of Revenge
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks as I open the door and walk in.
“I don’t want to talk.”
I lay her in bed and start kissing her. She doesn’t argue, somehow knowing that I need to lose myself in her. This is my happy place, the one place I feel centered and in control. She’s the only person besides my children I give a fuck about and I won’t let anyone harm her, she’s my everything. My life is a chessboard, and she’s the queen, the most powerful piece on my board. If she only knew she has the power to destroy me. My life stopped being my own the minute she walked into the restaurant almost two years ago.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Ava
“Viktor,” I moan as his hand dives inside my jeans.
It encourages him to go deeper as he kisses me passionately like he wants to make sure I know I’m his. Not that I need to be reminded, my body knows it very well. He takes his hand out and pops a finger in his mouth. It’s so erotic.
“You’re so delicious,” he moans. The words ignite a fire in me.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down effortlessly. My T-shirt follows. I’m left in a set of matching black lace lingerie.
“Were you expecting me, baby girl?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” I tease.
He turns me around in one move. Before I know what is happening, his hand connects with my ass. I find myself instantly wet.
“You’ve been a bad girl. I think we need to teach you manners. Six should do it.” I stay quiet. “I asked you a question,” he says, even though I know he didn’t.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
“These are in my way.” He tears my panties with a single move. “You’re so wet for me.” His fingers graze me. I arch, trying to get friction. “There will be time for that. I want you to count.” He slaps my ass, it burns, but it’s a sweet burn. “Count Ava.” His deep throaty voice reminds me.
“One.” He continues until he reaches six. My ass cheeks are burning, and I’m wet beyond reason.
“Baby girl, you have done spectacularly well. What should I do next?”
It’s rhetorical, considering he has a plan. After turning me around, he leans in, kisses me and takes something from his back pocket. It looks silky. He uses it to blindfold me. It feels smooth and soft—perhaps it’s a scarf—I reach up to feel it.
“Don’t touch, or I’ll have to punish you again.” His voice is dark, filled with lust. He pulls me further up in the bed. “Don’t move. Stay very still,” he commands.
He takes my bra off, releasing my breasts, and I feel him lick my nipples. He blows softly and then bites, drawing a cry of pleasure from me. I’m gripping the sheets trying not to move, but it’s fucking hard. Every lick and bite drive me crazy. I close my eyes, trying to control my impulse to touch, but it’s nearly impossible. I need to feel him. I can’t take it anymore and move my arms to touch him.
“You’re being a bad girl.” He gets out of bed, and I instantly feel the coldness of his departure. Then the bed dips on my side. “Let me have your hand.” I do. “If you can’t stay still, then I’m just going to have to make you.” I feel something wrapped around my wrist and a pull as he ties it to something. He does the same to my other hand. “You look so fucking beautiful. Where was I?”
He starts again with my breast, and it’s intense. The pleasure is so much. I can’t see anything he’s doing, but I can fucking feel it. Then two of his fingers slide inside me. He licks, bites, and sucks my breasts while increasing the speed of his fingers, and I’m nearly there. I try to hold it and prolong it, but I can’t. When I reach euphoria, I scream his name, there’s so much stimulation that I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, but he continues. The orgasm keeps going.
“Viktor, please. It’s too much.”
“I say when it is too much,” he whispers, right on my lips.
He leaves the bed, and I hear him take off his clothes. Every item makes a sound as it hits the floor. I know what’s coming, but I’m still surprised when I feel his skin against mine. The heat from his body is taking over my skin. Between us, we could probably start a fire. He spreads my legs wide and positions me on my back, feet planted on the bed. Then I feel the warmth of his mouth.
“Fuck,” I yell as I feel his first lick.
I can’t see with the blindfold on, but I sense his smirk between my legs. He eats me like he’s starving, touching all the right places. His tongue gives me all the pleasure I could ever crave. He starts to massage my clit as his tongue continues to do the work, and it doesn’t take long to take me to the edge. I moan, swallowing my screams as he takes me somewhere I have never been before. The pleasure is like nothing I ever felt. Finally, I cry his name as I reach euphoria once more. Leaving the bed, he unties my arms but orders me not to take the blindfold off as he turns me on my stomach.
“You are mine,” he says as he thrusts inside me.
He claims me like his life depends on it, like he can’t have enough of me. He claims me like there might not be a tomorrow.
We’re in bed again after having a beautiful evening. Both babies are finally asleep, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine even though I’m exhausted. He drained whatever reserve I had, but I can’t complain. Today was epic. I close my eyes, enjoying the bliss.
