Page 55 of Violent Love: Viktor

I could barely think, let alone remember that he hadn’t cum yet.

My vision blurred. My lips were parted, slack, but no sound came. Only gasps.

Sweat dripped from his chest, landing on my breasts as I stared at the angel of death inked on his chest.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t slow.

His hips slammed into mine, driving his cock all the way in, over and over, until I was nothing but a broken hole to be used.

My clit throbbed. I needed—

And then his hips ground down, just once, the base of his cock dragging across my clit.

I shattered.

Again.

A scream caught in my throat as my body seized around him, cunt gripping and pulsing like it didn’t want to let him go.

That’s when he growled—low and feral.

He jerked forward and buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a raw grunt.

His cum was hot.

Endless.

Pouring into the place he owned.

His cock twitched and throbbed, flooding me as I sobbed beneath him.

I didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

I just lay there, wrecked and trembling, with his seed leaking from my ruined cunt and my gaze still locked on the black angel etched above me.

His cock twitched inside me as he held himself still, buried to the hilt.

Possessed.

Final.

Owned.

Chapter 25

Viktor

I blindly reached for my phone, fumbling in the dark, weakened from my week-long pussy fatigue. My bleary eyes blinked at the bright screen before I tapped on the message.

Pakhan:Bunny is on bed rest. I’m worried as fuck. It’s driving me crazy. I shot Daniil in the arm for slamming the front door and waking her up.

I blinked at the message.

Me:What’s wrong with Bunny? How bad is it? I can come back tomorrow.