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“He still needs you. We need you. You truly have been like a brother to me. Somehow deep down, I knew I was safe because of you. Niko and I are alive because of you.”
“You’re family. It’s nothing Viktor wouldn’t have done for me.”
“Thank you.”
He looks at me.
“I know. But it needs to be said, even if just for one last time. I love you very much, Oliver. I’m so grateful you’re in our lives.”
“You’re an amazing woman and mother. We’re the lucky ones. I love you too. I’ll always be here for you.”
My life could have been completely different if Oliver had not walked into the boutique that Tuesday evening before closing. To know someone had my back. He made me feel part of a family. He made me feel safe and that I wasn’t alone. There is no other way I could have survived everything I faced after I left Viktor. I had no one. No mother or father to be there for me. Oliver was my rock when Viktor couldn’t be. Oliver is the definition of a great brother. Someone who would stand by you even at a high price. I’ll forever be grateful for and to him. Without him, I would have been lost.
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Ava
It’s finally Saturday. It was such a crazy week at the office, and I was counting down the minutes to my quiet, relaxing Saturday. My only task today is to enjoy my beautiful babies. I turn and look at the clock. It’s almost seven, which means one, or both, of them will wake soon, if they haven’t already. I get out of bed to start my day, and I’m in the shower when I hear Viktor’s voice.
“Can I join you?” he asks, walking in half undressed.
“That’s a moot question considering you’re half-naked and only a couple of steps away from me.”
He takes off the rest of his clothes and enters the shower. Once inside, he pushes me to the wall.
“I don’t ask. I take,” he announces before kissing me.
Our kiss only lasts about half a minute before he breaks it to start kissing my neck. I already feel the fire igniting inside of me. He continues moving down until he reaches my breasts. He covers me with soft bites, sucks, and licks. Moans escape me. I start pushing him down where I need him. I want to feel his mouth and fingers inside of me. I need him to take me to the edge as only his mouth can. Pleasure me until I can’t take anymore. I imagine the smile on his face as he follows my lead. With me against the wall and him on his knees, he takes one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder. One hand holds me in place, and the other massages my clit. I know it’s coming, but I’m still surprised by the sensation of his mouth. He’s gentle at first. But the more I moan, the more determined he becomes.
“I’m going to come,” I squeak.
“Let me taste you, baby girl.”
It’s all it takes for my body to reach euphoria. My legs shake, turning to water with the intensity of my orgasm when he speaks again. “My turn now.”
My body steadies instinctively. I’m excited and ready to get on my knees and give him the same pleasure I just received. I want to taste him just as he tasted me, but he has something else in mind. He stands and picks me up. He positions me against the wall and thrusts inside me without warning. I cry out in pleasure as my body adjusts to him. It doesn’t matter how often we’re together, I still can’t get used to his size, but I wouldn’t change it. He increases his speed, not wanting to waste another second, and I can’t blame him. As I moan, he growls, and I hold on to him, my nails practically tearing the skin on his back. This only makes him increase the speed further. At this point, my back is moving up and down. The cold wall cools my burning skin. My legs are wrapped around him, and they begin to tremble, letting me know I’m close. I’m ready to let go and let the orgasm take over.
“Come with me,” he commands.
I do just that, and I scream his name.
It’s a beautiful sunny day, which I am enjoying from my couch. I look at the skyline through the living room floor-to-ceiling windows. By some miracle, Aisling and Niko are both taking a nap which hopefully will be a long one. As much as I love them, I also like a little downtime. I take a sip of my tea, relaxing. Viktor is God knows where. He promised to be back for dinner.
It’s been nice spending time as a family. I’ve seen a different side to him. One that I don’t think anyone else has seen. He’s still demanding and controlling, but a gentler side is surfacing. At least it is at home. For the first time in a very long time, I can say I’m home, and it feels so good. I’m startled by my cell. I look at the screen, and it reads, Dad. After Niko was born, I called Dad to meet his grandson. He did and promised to stay in touch, but it’s been a few months since we last spoke.
“Hi, Dad.”
“Hi, Pumpkin. How are you?”
“I’m good. Enjoying some quiet time while the kids are napping.”
“So you’re still taking care of Viktor’s daughter.” I’m not sure if he’s asking or telling me. His tone is condescending, and I can hear a bitterness I don’t understand. I’m the one raising Aisling, not him, and she is my daughter.
“How are you, Dad?” I decide not to entertain his remark. There’s no point in arguing with him. It won’t change anything.
“I’m alright. Lost my job, if you can believe that. I’m looking for work.”
I sit up straighter.
