Page 7 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

“You are mine to worship, to caress, to love—”

Valerie breathed against my lips, and I tasted the saltiness of her tears. I licked them away, kissed them…and made love to her lips again. My sweet, beautiful myshka.

Her body rubbed against mine. She gasped and then stopped. My cock was hard and straining against my slacks. She felt it.

Her eyes opened. When I was sure she was reading my lips, I said, “And Valerie, you are mine to fuck.”

Her red, swollen lips parted in surprise. Valerie blinked and smiled and then let out a small, silent laugh. “You have a way with words, Viktor Ivanshov. Truly. A silver-tongued devil you are.”

Before I could respond, she leaned down and gave me a hard kiss. Fuck, she knew how to steal my breath away. Literally and figuratively.

“Viktor, I remember, you were watching me behind the door. I was knitting. I saw you, briefly. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. You were a mystery. I thought it was my imagination until you made your appearance again. You came into my room, waltzed in like you belonged here. I became yours the moment you handed me that notebook and your pen, and you demanded I speak,” she whispered into our kiss. “Fate has a strange way of playing with us.”

Valerie snuggled back into my arms. She nuzzled her nose into my neck, breathing me in. I buried my face into her hair and closed my eyes.

She was right. Fate did have a strange way of playing with us. We were its unwilling victim. But now, I didn’t regret this chance encounter. I believed everything led to this…this moment; it led me to her, my sweet Valerie.

Fate played matchmaker.

It was almost a laughable thought. Viktor Ivanshov fell into a little trap. Alessio would be laughing his ugly ass off. No, on second thought, that would make him a hypocrite. That fucker was living his own definition of happily ever after.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked my eyes open, watching my woman closely as she got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. My gaze found the clock, and it appeared that I had dozed off for about an hour.

I eventually got off the bed too. Valerie hadn’t locked the bathroom door, and I walked in, knowing this was her unsaid invitation. I closed the door behind me while my eyes found her in the shower. The glass doors were a little foggy, but I could see every single inch of her beautiful lithe body.

A tempting sight that made me want to sin all over again.

She turned toward me. When our gazes met, her movement faltered for a brief second. Her arms wrapped around her middle, almost as if she were trying to hide her nakedness from my wandering eyes.

I stood there, unashamed. In my head, she was my woman. Every part of her was mine. And I would take my fill, as much as I wanted.

If I couldn’t touch, I would look.

If I couldn’t touch or look…I would feel her. Deep in the core of me. She was in every blood cell, stuck deep in a place I didn’t know I had. In the little forgetful place of my heart. A place I thought was dead and only filled with darkness. But she found her way in there.

I waited to see if Valerie’s shyness would win. I walked deeper in the immaculate, dainty bathroom and stood in the middle. The longest minute passed between us. The water continued to cascade and glide over her naked skin, leaving a glistening afterglow.

My myshka had an allure around her that captured me. When she was within my sight, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Valerie was silver stars shining brightly in the dark sky. She had permanently left her mark on my soul.

Finally, her arms fell away.

She appeared nervous, but under my gaze, she slowly grew bold. I watched as she lathered up her body, her fingers gliding expertly over every inch of her, slowly, teasingly…tempting me.

I watched and had her memorized in my brain.

Wet, wavy, blonde hair. Hazel eyes that fascinated me. Creamy skin that demanded to be kissed by my lips. I couldn’t help but stare. She had me hypnotized.

When the water finally stopped running and she opened the doors, I went on autopilot. Grabbing the nearest towel, I walked over to her. She averted her gaze shyly, choosing to stare at my chest instead. But I didn’t miss her smile, oh her beautiful smile.

Opening the towel, I waited for her to sink into my embrace. She did, without a word, without a thought. She came to me willing and as if it were natural. I wrapped the towel around her petite body and held her close.