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Smiling against his lips, I whisper, “I love you, city boy.”

I ’m not sure how we got back to Viktor’s apartment. Something about him needing to be inside me, cursing the New York traffic, then he was speeding through the streets of the city with me in his arms. I’m not really sure; everything after the confrontation with his parents is sort of a blur.

I don’t think his lips have left mine for more than a few breaths ever since I said I love him.

My vampire is desperate.

Desperate for me .

“Fuck, Maggie, do you know how hot it was when you stood up to my father?” Viktor grips my hips and backs me into his bedroom while kissing down my neck.

Frantically, my hands push off his tux jacket, then get to work on his bow tie and shirt. “Mmm… need you naked now, Viktor.”

Lips pressed against my throat, Viktor chuckles. It’s deep and rich, sending a tremor of need down my spine. “Slow down, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my heated skin while steering me toward his bed. “We have all night, and I plan to take my time with you.”

I bite my tongue to stop the needy whine from escaping my mouth. It takes everything in me to not scream, just fuck me already . The whole night has been foreplay of the most delicious kind. Even now, as Viktor gives my shoulders a gentle shove and my butt lands on the bed.

Eyes blazing, he kneels in front of me and takes my foot in his hand. Long fingers unbuckle the thin strap of my heeled sandal and lift the shoe off my foot. All the while, Viktor’s gaze never drops from mine, and my skin burns with my ever-growing horniness. “Viktor, please.”

Removing the second sandal, he sets the pair side-by-side next to his nightstand.

With a click of his tongue, he stands. “You’re not going to rush me with your impatience, Maggie.

Now that I have you in my space, I want to savor every moment until your poor little pussy is begging to be pounded by my cock. ”

God, the mouth on this vampire. I may spontaneously combust from his words alone.

He takes advantage of my silence and switches our positions, moving me like a rag doll until I’m standing between his spread thighs and he’s lounging on the edge of the bed.

Beams of moonlight bathe us in a soft glow, accentuating the smooth ridges of Viktor’s abs when he reclines on his elbows.

Those crimson eyes skate up and down my body, and I roll my shoulders back, sticking my chest out.

“Strip for me, country girl.” His tongue flicks out, wetting his lips before his fangs sink into the bottom one.

“But—” I peer over my shoulder at the wall of glass behind me. The room is cast in a dim light from the bedside lamps, but anyone outside could probably see in. “The window. What if someone sees?”

Viktor’s fangs gleam when his lips curl into a lascivious smirk. “Let them. I want the whole world to know you’re mine, Maggie. And I’m yours.”

His mutual claiming boosts my confidence, and I maintain eye contact as I reach behind me to unzip my dress. One at a time, I slip the straps from my shoulders, catching the fabric with an arm over my breasts.

I’ve never stripped for anyone, and I don’t think of myself as sexy. Sure, I’m cute. Pretty, I guess. But… sexy ? Definitely not.

Viktor’s hoarse groan washes away any thoughts of self-doubt. Sliding his hand into the front of his black tux pants, he pulls out his cock.

It’s thick and hard, and my mouth waters.

The red barbells catch the moonlight as his hand works up and down his shaft. Slow. Teasing.

At least he’s not only edging me, but himself, too.

Under his penetrative stare, I drop my arm, breasts spilling free as the fabric slinks to my hips.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how stunning you are? My perfect whore.”

I tremble and moan. Whore. His whore.

Pushing the dress over my hips, it falls to the ground, a puddle of navy satin around my feet. I never thought I’d be into degradation, but Viktor somehow mixes in the perfect amount of praise, and it has me burning up inside.

As I step out of the dress and scoot it to the side with my foot, he continues to work his cock.

Voice laced with honeyed seduction and dark promises, he asks, “Where are your panties, country girl?”

With my eyes entranced by his fist stroking up and down his hard shaft, I answer, “I didn’t want panty lines.” Finally pulling my gaze from his length, I lift a shoulder in nonchalance.

As he licks his lips, his eyes darken, flashing with what I’d call appreciation and hunger as they drag across my naked form. “ Turn around,” Viktor commands, finger swirling lazily in the air.

So I do. Spinning, I face the window, the midnight glow of the city illuminating my reflection in the glass.

“Hands on the glass.”

The slap of my palms against the cool window echoes around the small bedroom. I shiver with anticipation, lust overtaking my senses.

My eyes catch on a couple passing on the street below us. What if they can see me? The idea alone has my back arching.

Who knew I had an exhibitionist streak?

A menacing growl fills the air behind me. “Bend over and show me how wet your needy little cunt is, whore.”

Oh my God .