Page 13 of Ruinous Need

VIKTOR

“BUT I DIDN’T do anything.”

Lisette’s been giving me the silent treatment for so long that the reply is sweet relief.

Even though she keeps her voice flat and impassive. I might have gone too far with Merc and Ben but the sight of them touching her — while I wasn’t even allowed to hear her voice — unchained a beast inside me.

“You haven’t spoken to me for a week. Chekhov’s gotten more of your affection than I have.”

“I didn’t think you wanted my affection.” She folds her arms over her chest as she sits up, looking a little dazed.

“Maybe I’ve changed my mind. If I have to put up with you all the time, maybe I should get something out of it.”

“I didn’t ask to be here, you know.”

I push her against the arm of the sofa. Her back arches towards me, almost involuntarily. I feel her nipples harden against my chest.

“Goddammit.” My voice is low and velvety. “You think I want to be here either? Watching my boss’s fiancée while he attends to something that actually matters?”

“If you don’t want me here, then let me go.”

Her sea-green eyes are hard and icy as she juts her chin forward. So defiant and daring. She doesn’t recognize the stakes. I can train that out of her.

I take her chin in my hand gently and her eyes go wide, like she’s waiting for me to kiss her. I trace my fingers over those plush lips and she opens her mouth for me.

“Letting you go is not an option, according to my cousin’s orders.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to make sure you understand the consequences of your actions.”

She swallows. I resist the urge to wrap my hand around her neck so that I can feel her throat bob like that. “H-how?”

At last. A sign that she knows I might be capable of hurting her. That tremor was only in her voice on that very first day, when she woke up confused and alone. Since then I’ve been worried she doesn’t have a shred of self-preservation instinct.

“Bend over the counter.”

“Why?”

I grit my teeth. “So I can teach you.” Her eyes widen as she processes my intention, but she nods.

I shove her forward and yank down her sweatpants. My sweatpants. Which she insists on wearing every day despite the drawers full of clothes in her own room.

Revealing — fuck — her bare ass and pussy. Already glistening with moisture.

My cock leaps in my pants at the sight.

I’m a goner. I can smell her sweet, heady scent.

“Lisette,” I growl. “Why are you not wearing panties?”

Her face flushes as she twists back to look at me, my hand still pinning her waist down to the counter. “I didn’t have any.”

I reach under the sweatshirt and trace my hand up to feel her peaked nipples. Sure enough, they’re bare too. I tweak them and her breasts mold to the shape of my palms.

“Fuck.”

This is my fault. I must have forgotten to stock her room with underwear. I guess she didn’t find my boxer briefs too appealing when she ransacked my room for sweatpants.

She’s had no underwear at all. This entire time. Just her bare pussy, bare breasts, under fabric of my soft sweatpants and hoodie… That close to me.

“And why didn’t you let me know?”

I don’t even try to hide the arousal in my voice.

So I’m turned on by my captive. Sue me. That’s how we are in the Bratva. We always want to hurt the prettiest, most vulnerable things. To twist them as far as they can go and see if they’ll break under the torment.

Lisette presses her face down to the counter again. The movement angles her pussy up to reveal more of that gleaming flesh, looking delicious. “I wasn’t speaking to you.”

“Right. And that’s a good fucking reason to go without underwear.”

“You don’t seem to mind,” she mutters under her breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” The tips of her ears redden.

“Because it sounded like you were talking back to me.”

I trace the palm of my hand over the curve of her ass. I’m going to enjoy spanking the brat out of her.

“I wasn’t.”

She can deny it all she likes. I’ll reveal the truth soon enough. “Do you think I’m going to enjoy punishing you?”

Her face is flushed a delightful shade of pink as I stroke her ass. Soon it will be the same color.

“Yes,” she breathes. “You’re twisted. You want to control me.”

“So wrong, isn’t it? I’m going to rewire your brain until you need the pain as much as I need to hurt you.”

I trail my fingers over the sides of her hips and down to her center, cupping her mound. Feeling her undeniable arousal.

She tosses her blonde hair to the side and twists back to meet my eyes. Her sea-green gaze is furious but the undercurrent of desire is powerful as a riptide. I can’t look away.

“You’re sick.” Her voice is breathless.

Even as she’s trembling with anticipation, she thinks she can insult me.

I push my fingers into her entrance, gently, just deep enough that I collect some of that delightful moisture on the tips of my fingers.

“I know. But why is your cunt so soaked from just talking about it?”

Lisette squirms as I delve deeper inside her. Every inch feels like a stretch, my fingers pushing against her silken walls. It must hurt, but she doesn’t make a sound. Determined not to give me any satisfaction.

“Admit it. You like it.”

She stays silent. I’ll make her confess her desires.

I remove my hand and bring it down in a stinging blow on her ass. Lisette gasps, but she stays silent.

“This one’s for talking back to me.” I bring my hand down on one round ass cheek than the other.

“This one’s for letting Merc put his arm around your shoulders.” I deliver another blow and soothe her sore flesh with a caress. Her skin is heating under my touch, her hips grinding down against the bench.

“This one’s for the dress you wore on that date.” She seems surprised at that, as though she didn’t think I’d remember. As though the sight of her lithe body covered by millimeters of silk skimming so close to her skin it was practically transparent would be easy to forget.

I might be getting carried away. There’s so much frustration wound tight in my muscles and each stroke is only making it worse.

Touching Lisette like this, even under the pretense of punishment, is only making me crave her more.

She doesn’t make a sound, just breathes harder and harder until she’s huffing in rhythm with my strokes against her ass.

I continue until she’s panting, writhing and bucking her hips against the kitchen counter. She speaks with her body while holding her tongue. She needs release, but she’s too proud to admit it. Her jaw is clenched tight in her attempts not to let a moan slip free.

I draw back and open her up to examine the mess she’s making. Lisette is so soaked that her inner thighs glisten with moisture.

Her ass glows red with the evidence of my hand, and I want this image imprinted in my brain forever. I want her to always feel the sting of my touch on her skin, as a potent reminder that her body belongs to me.

“All you have to do is ask.” My voice is taunting and hoarse with restrained desire. The truth is I’m so hard from spanking Lisette that I’ve had to distract myself not to come in my pants.

I dig my hand into the soft flesh of her ass, to deepen the sting. She lets out a sob of frustration.

“Use your words, Lisette.”

I yank her upright with a hand wrapped in her hair and whisper against her neck.

“Just say it. It’s okay.”

I can’t resist nipping at the soft white skin of her neck, at the spot where her pulse races under my tongue. She shakes her head and shivers against me, her body overstimulated and trembling.

“Do I need to start on your nipples?”

Lisette lets out a yelp which turns into a whine as I flatten her nipple between my index finger and thumb. I roll the sensitive flesh until I’m pulling her entire breast up by the sensitive peak.

I release it when, finally, she lets out a throaty moan.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice so quiet after her unrestrained noise of arousal that I almost miss it.

I feel a throb of satisfaction run down to my cock. I knew she needed this. Maybe before she even knew it herself.

“Please what?”

“I need to finish,” she admits, her cheeks aflame and her sea-green eyes glowing with tears. She looks ashamed to be dripping wet from the torture I’ve inflicted. I can work with that.

Lisette unravels with a breathless moan the second I slide a single finger inside, her body tensing and her hips arching as the sensations overwhelm her lithe frame, but I’m not done playing with her yet.

This time I want to watch her face.

I flip her onto her back. She winces at the feel of her raw ass touching the cool stone of the kitchen island.

I remove the oversized sweatshirt to reveal her bare chest. Her abused nipples point straight at the ceiling and I tweak them again, waking her spent body into arousal once more.

Now she’s totally naked for me, looking up at me with her big eyes and her hair fanned out. Too weak from her orgasm to even raise her head. Staying as still as she can not to put weight on her sore ass.

Open and ruined and vulnerable, while I stand above her still wearing my combat clothes soaked with blood from the day’s work, my hard-on threatening to rip through the fabric.

She’s right about me. It’s sick that the power difference only gets me harder. That this sight is going to be the thing that gets me off for weeks to come.

I pull her knees apart so I can see the glistening pink flesh between her legs. The moisture pools below her on the counter and I resist the urge to lap it up.

“Pretty girl. You can do that for me again, can’t you?”

She nods weakly.

I slap her pussy once to make the point, and she gives a breathless moan.

I search for her sensitive nub until I watch the current of energy through her spent body. She moans at my soft touch there, already past words.

I want to hear her scream my name. But I’m not sure she can even remember her own, judging from the dazed look of bliss in her eyes right now.

I keep fucking her with my hand, shoving three fingers into her cunt until it’s stuffed so full I think she might burst.

“You take it so well, Lisette. I want to hear you properly this time.”

She comes with a scream. Her delicate hand wraps tight around my wrist as I keep her stuffed with my fingers, her pussy tensing so hard around me I worry that I’ll break a bone.

I wouldn’t care. It would be worth it to watch Lisette shatter so hard that her eyes roll back in her head.

“God, Viktor,” she moans breathlessly.

I barely need to fist myself, my arousal complete when she came undone and cried my name. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. She looks overwhelmed.

I let myself place a soft kiss on her damp forehead, convinced that she won’t notice.

I run a hot bath and help her in, then clean her all over with a washcloth. I pay particular attention to her messy cunt. She whimpers when I move the wash cloth down to her ass, where my hands have marked her pain into her flesh.

It shouldn’t be an erotic noise, but that whimper sends heat flaming through my body.

I don’t regret it. No, as I help Lisette out of the bath, I want her to be reminded of me whenever she moves.