Page 85 of Debt to the Mafia King

“You are more than enough for me, Leah.” Slowly, he let his eyes wander down my body. “Are you sure you aren’t hurt? In pain?” His eyes glittered as they drifted from the triangle open at the top of my shirt to my parted thighs. His shirt was long on me, but in this position, I was almost completely bare for him.I shook my head.

“Use your words, Leah.” He inched closer, yanking down his boxers as he came closer.

“I’m not in any pain.”

“Good.”bringing his fingers to his mouth, he licked them and swiped that wetness against my pussy. The next second, he pried my legs apart with his knee and slammed his cock straight in.

I screamed at the sudden intrusion, the burn and the stretch were enough to make my back arch.

Gathering me up into his arms, Viktor began to move. He made long, slow, deliberate thrusts that had me whimpering for more every time he almost completely withdrew, and in the next breath, screaming in pleasure as he filled me completely.

“Does this feel,” falling on top of me, he brought our faces together, “like I don’t want you. I’ll want you forever. Believe that. I am going to want you forever.”

Angling his hips, he hit the spot deep inside of me that sent stars erupting in my eyes. I clung to him. I buryied my face into his neck as he fucked me into submission against the couch cushions.

“I love you.”

He didn’t even pause. And he didn’t say it back.

Oh God, he didn’t say it back.

My mind went into overdrive, my eyes fixed on a spot above his shoulder as I tried not to try.

I had said I loved him out loud, and he hadn’t even said it back.

Could I blame him for that, though? During sex wasn’t exactly the best time to say those words, but they had just come tumbling out.

It didn’t make them any less true, though. I realized that I did love him. I just hadn’t admitted it to myself before.

“Leah.” Viktor's voice made my eyes swing towards him. His look was questioning. “Am I—”

He thought he was hurting me physically, when in reality, he was just hurting me emotionally. But wasn’t that all the way with him? I should havebeen used to it by now.

Shaking my head, I drew his head down to mine so I could kiss him. It was easier like this. When he couldn’t ask me questions, and I couldn’t say anything stupid like I love you.

Tightening my legs around his waist, I lifted my hips to meet each one of his thrusts. Until there was nothing in my mind but the heaven forming between my thighs as he ploughed in and out.

This was all there was between us. It didn’t matter what Viktor said because he hadn’t said I love you back.

He would fuck me, care for me, and treat me like his wife and the mother of his baby, but none of that really mattered.

Because I had admitted I loved him.

And he hasn’t said it back.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Viktor

She had said she loved me. Not once but twice. Surem the first time the words had slipped out of her mouth by accident, by the second time she had known what she was saying.

And I hadn’t said it.

The words had literally lodged themselves in my throat. So I had pretended to be asleep because I was a coward.

Sure, I could face buckets, beatings, and torture, but make me face a sweet woman who I would do anything for, and I froze up.

Opening my eyes a crack, I saw her turn on to her side. Snuggling into the couch cushions and arching her ass into me. And it was tempting to take her like this. Softly and slowly from behind so she would wake up cumming and screaming my name.