Page 68 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

My Viktor watched us while my husband defiled me in the filthiest ways.

The man I had grown to adore…and love, he watched me break, he watched another man fuck me.

Shame and guilt choked me, and I breathlessly released a harsh, wounded cry.

Viktor always knew what was being done to me at the hands of Valentin Solonik, but he was never there to witness it. It was something I had always been thankful for.

At least my Viktor didn’t have to see me being tainted with the touch of a filthy man, a man other than him.

He didn’t have to see me like this, broken and used like a paid whore.

I had just been a pretty doll for Valentin to break. After he’d use me the way he wanted, he’d always discard me like a worthless slave. Thoroughly used and no longer holding his interest.

He wanted to watch the life fade from my eyes and he almost did succeed.

Every breath of air had felt like it was being sucked from my body. My lungs were collapsing and I wanted to cry, to scream…to wail my agony to the skies.

But I suffered silently, refusing to give Valentin power over me. He’d never hear my voice; he’d never hear me scream the way he wanted me to.

When Viktor had came forward and replaced Valentin’s revolting touch with his own tender ones, it saved me. My wilting heart was no longer trembling, and the pieces were no longer falling apart.

Even with Valentin there, his presence so harsh and sickening, Viktor’s touch had resurrected me.

I pulled back enough to look into his eyes. “You don’t understand how much you mean to me and how much I need you. I wish you knew…I wish you knew how scared I am of losing you.”

Viktor sat forward, the water sloshing outside the tub with his sudden movement. He gripped my hips and encased me into his body. “Lose me? How can you lose me? Never. I am right here, Valerie. Right. Fucking. Here.”

“I thought…I am…” I was crying too hard to even form a proper sentence.

His words had been a balm to my burning soul.

“I am…filthy,” I whispered.

Viktor closed his eyes as if my confession had hurt me. When he opened them once again, his gaze was filled with determination.

“Don’t move. Let me wash you,” he said.

My body stilled at his command. He nodded in satisfaction. There was a hint of pride in his eyes…but it couldn’t be.

The way he stared at me as if I were his sun. His moon. His stars. And the sky.

I love you.

I opened my mouth to say the words…but I couldn’t.

Fear held me back, so instead, I let Viktor wash me. Like something fragile, he lathered up my body gently. His cum was sticky on my body, but he tenderly rubbed them away with water and soap. Viktor was extra gentle with my bruised chest and I sighed, my eyes closing.

After he was done, he stood up with me still latched around him, my legs around his hips. He let the water drain and refilled the tub. Once the tub was ready again, he sat us into the warm water.

Viktor touched my chin, making sure I was looking up at his face. “There. You are all clean now, Valerie. You are not filthy. You are not broken. And you aren’t weak. Valentin sees you as a whore, but I see you…” He paused, his eyes searching my face. “I still see you as my sweet, beautiful swan. You are still mine. I am still yours. Valentin can’t change that, baby.”

My sweet, beautiful swan.

“He destroyed it,” I whimpered. “Our paper swan.”

Viktor leaned forward and his lips feathered over mine, a slight whisper of a touch, and it was the most beautiful kiss he had ever given me…the most beautiful kiss I had ever experienced.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me sweetly.

Never stop.

Kiss me the way heaven meets the blue skies, where the sun rises and sets at the horizon. Kiss me the way the moon makes love to the night.

His lips moved over mine in a slow dance. It sent shivers down to my toes even though I was cocooned with Viktor’s warmth and the hot water.

When he pulled back, Viktor tapped his lips once, wanting my attention there. I stared, waiting for him to speak. “You are my swan, and that is enough.”

“I love you.”

My eyes widened.

Viktor stilled.

My heart thundered.

Viktor’s mouth went slack.

I love you.

Those words…they came from me.

The realization made me close my eyes. My stomach twisted and tightened. Oh God. How foolish could I be?

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Viktor didn’t say anything. I kept my eyes closed, and then he moved, lifting us from the water. He kept both hands under my bottom when I tried to slide down his body in an effort to escape my stupid confession.