Page 64 of Violent Love: Viktor
“What about a little bit of your cock? Just the tip,” I murmured, dipping lower.
He pushed me onto my back and covered my body with his. I loved it when he did that. It always made me feel safe.
“Just the tip,” he snorted.“My greedy littlesuka, you won’t rest until I pump you full of cum.”
He had a point, but finding purpose was hard.
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I wandered around the house. A four-bedroom home for two people felt excessive, and I didn’t enjoy the empty space. The rooms echoed too much. Everything was too neat. Too untouched. Like, no one really lived here. Every room felt wrong without him.
The kitchen didn’t smell like him. The bed didn’t hold his shape for long. Even the walls felt hollow, like they were waiting for his voice.
The only comfort I had was being Master’s pet. I never removed my mask or my tail. As for my collar, it was part of me now. A small anchor in a sea of silence. I crawled instead of walking. Sat instead of lounged. I waited.
The food tasted bland without his cum. I left most of it untouched. There was no reward in eating unless he gave it to me. Most days, I didn’t eat until he returned.
I picked up the phone that Master had bought me.
There was only one number saved.
He was probably working.
The phone had a camera.
I smiled.
Chapter 29
Viktor
Thekrolikwas testier than the Pakhan. I’d say fucking crazy, but both of them would kill me. It made me wonder if she’d return to her senses once she had the baby. The thought of a child in the house made me smile. The Pakhan’s son or daughter, no less. I’d be their godfather.
I didn’t know if I could ever be any kind of father.
We’d just gotten back from a meeting when my phone buzzed.
I smiled whenSuka’sname popped up.
Tapped her message.
And froze.
The camera was shaky, but there was no mistaking the cucumber sliding in and out of her pussy.
“You’ve just gone white. What is it?” Abrasha asked.
I paused the video, glancing up from my phone.
“Now you’re going red. What is it? Is there a problem with the terms we negotiated? The Pakhan won’t be happy.”
I ignored him. The video was over a minute long. I hadn’t even made it ten seconds.
“Drop me home first.”
Abrasha could inform the Pakhan about the meeting.
“Oh-ho. It’s like that, is it?” the clown said.
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