Page 20 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

His fingers clenched, his fists at his sides, and he stared at the ceiling with a brooding look. I could see the wheels turning in his mind during his silence. Viktor Ivanshov was thinking…plotting.

I ran my fingers through his hair, just like I knew he enjoyed. It soothed him, and I did it every time I had a chance. “I know, baby, and I understand. I believe as long as Valentin thinks you’re on his side, it would make your job easy. But maybe…maybe you need to meet Carlos. You need him as an ally. Carlos is a man who wants true loyalty. If you can infiltrate his mind and poison him against Valentin…it would make it easy for you.”

Viktor’s lips quirked up. His dark eyes hardened, and I saw his smirk. It was the look of the devil. Deadly. And he would strike you without a second thought. It would be a poisonous bite with no antidote.

“You read my mind, myshka.”

I smiled at that. For the longest time, I liked to stay away from the bloody world Viktor came from. But right now, it was nice for us to be on the same page. I wanted to share his burden, and I wanted to carry some of his weight on my shoulders. I wanted us as equals.

“I am not just Valentin’s second in command, but I am also his heir. The future Boss. That means I am an insider. I have all information on Valentin, of all his activities. His men who work for him and whom he works for. With that information, I can lead Carlos astray. Make him think Valentin is playing games.”

“Valentin doesn’t need to die at your hands…” I started.

“…Carlos could do the honors himself,” Viktor finished with a calculated smirk.

We both smiled at that.

“Check-fucking-mate.” Viktor’s lips curled back with a snarl.

He rose up quickly from my lap, and before I could react, he had his lips smashed against mine. It was a brutal, bruising kiss. We just sealed a deal. When he pulled away, his fingers smoothed across my tingling, swollen bottom lip.

“Fuck. I love your mind, myshka. Look at you. Being a Queen.” His chest thundered under my palms, and I imagined he growled the words.

“Are you my King then?” I questioned breathlessly.

“Fuck yes. I’m your only King, baby.”

Viktor took my lips again. He bit down gently and then kissed the pain better. “I am a greedy, selfish bastard. You are worth the risk, the danger…you are worth it.”

I love you.

I kissed him back, taking and claiming him. It was an act of desperation as I tore through his clothes and he ripped mine apart. His lips devoured mine before they slid over my skin, licking and nipping me teasingly. My fingers tightened around his hair, and I forced him to kiss me again.

It was a battle, and he easily won me over as I fell onto my back and he spread my legs, settling between my thighs. He didn’t stop kissing me. Not even when he gripped his length and speared me with his cock, holding me still as I took every inch of him.

I moaned, and he tore his lips away from mine. His groans vibrated against my skin, and I trembled into his embrace, shuddering and softly crying out each time he pulled out before pushing inside of me again.

It felt like I was being split open from the pleasure coursing through me. Viktor was a man on a mission. He wanted to conquer me. He wanted to own and bend me to his touch until I was limp from desire.

We were a sweaty, beautiful mess. Bodies sliding and moving in sync as we gripped each other. The room became hot and the smell of sex saturated the air we breathed. My pulse raced, my heart beat faster, and I wrapped my legs around Viktor, holding him inside of me as I climbed toward my release.

His hips jerked against mine, and I whimpered as he pushed deeper. It felt good. So good that I never wanted him to stop. My nails dug into his back, and I wondered if it hurt. But the thought flew away as I rocked against him. I met each thrust of his with my own. His breath fanned against my neck as he licked and kissed me there.

When his thrusts grew jerky and I knew he was close, Viktor lifted his head up and our eyes met. His gaze was a honey pool of lust and warmth. I found my release first when he forced me to fall as his fingers masterfully played my clit. Our panting blended together. Through blurry vision, I saw him let go too.

I felt him…inside of me. His warmth saturated my inner walls, and I clenched, breathless and utterly satisfied.

“You bring me to my knees, Valerie.”