Page 61 of Violent Love: Viktor

She whimpered beneath me.

Then I laughed—light and unfamiliar.

“I can’t stay buried in your asshole all night,” I muttered, nipping her shoulder.

“Why not?” she whispered, turning her face into the pillow.

My fingers found her mouth and traced her lips—the only part of her not hidden by leather. Mask or not, I could read every broken piece of her.

Pakhan warned me not to get sentimental, but the Borki home was the crux of our beginning—of Natalya’s ruin and rebirth. The place that forged a woman unlike any other.

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I scowled at my Pakhan. He had a smirk curling his lips and the eyes of a sly fox. I tapped my fingers on his desk, but as the silence grew, my scarred cheek began to twitch. I caved.

“What? Bunny is locked away upstairs, so you’ll torment me instead?” I snapped.

“Why, Viktor, I thought you would return relaxed after your sabbatical.”

“Just spit it out,” I grumbled, feeling the heat on my cheeks.

“How’s your pet settling into her new home?”

“Fine.”

“You know if you wanted to keep her. I wouldn't have harmed a hair on her head,” he drawled.“Especially since Bunny has been desperate to hook you up with someone like it's her mission.”

My eyes widened, and I thought back.

“She knows,” I stated flatly.

“Bunny knew before you got back. She is a hacker and controlled the cameras that night. If I lit the match, she provided me with the kindling,” he said, pouring me a drink.“You needed a little push, brother.”

I massaged my temples.

“So you sent me away to a fuckpad for three months?”

“Bunny thought—”

“God, stop it. She isn't even here and she is tormenting me,” I said, taking the vodka and slugging it back.

I needed a cigarette, but since their house was pregnancy and baby proofed, there was no more smoking inside.

“You set me up,” I finally accused.

“Was I wrong?” he asked with a shrug.

I was relieved and pissed off, but as I thought about it, I began to relax.

She was mine to keep.

Natalya Zharova was mine.

And no one could take her away from me.

I stood up with a smile.

“No, you weren’t. I’m going to check in on thekrolikbefore I sort out my new home,” I said, turning to leave.