Page 16 of Violent Love: Viktor

I heard the slow rasp of his zipper. My stomach dropped.

He stood.

“Lean back. Rest your head on the bed.”

I hesitated. Then obeyed.

My head rested against the mattress. My eyes stared up at him.

He unbuckled his belt.

“Your first meal will be your Master’s cum,” he said as he unbuttoned his trousers.“You’ll hold every drop in your mouth like a good bitch.”

I stared at his face. Scarred, burned, unreadable.

A monster smiling beneath a beard of ash.

“Yes, Mast—” I started.

Then I saw it.

His cock—thick, veined, terrifying. The head flushed and wide, the base rooted in coarse, dark hair.

“I-I’m not sure…it’s too big—”

“A good pet needs to be trained,” he murmured, tapping the tip against my lips.“Open up,Suka. Training starts now.”

I breathed deeply. I opened my mouth.

He shoved inside.

“Eyes on me while I feed you,” he growled, dragging his cock against my tongue.

The belt clinked. He moved closer. I looked up—horrified. Disgusted. But I didn’t look away.

And neither did he.

His eyes drank in the moment. My obedience. My degradation.

There was no remorse in him.

Only satisfaction.

Only power.

Only him.

The man who called himself my Master.

Chapter 7

Viktor

Her desperate eyes begged for mercy.

She didn’t know I had none.

I wanted her to stare at my ruined face—at every twisted scar—and gag on more than just my cock. I wanted her to feel the full sickness of what she was becoming. What I was making her.