Page 75 of Violent Love: Viktor

So I’d understand what I was?

Or was this just how love looked now?

Maybe obedience wasn’t such a bad thing. Not when it meant someone loved you enough to train you.

I reached down and scratched behind her ear. She leaned into it with a sleepy purr. Just like I curled into Master’s side every night, seeking warmth, comfort—belonging.

We weren’t so different.

Two creatures made to be kept.

Twin souls.

His and his alone.

Epilogue

Viktor

I closed my eyes, but the image remained. Four years married, and she could still twist me up in knots. I took a breath, slow and deep, then tapped play.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, eyes glued to the screen.“Oh, that dirty fucking bitch has done it now.”

She wasn’t playing around. This was war.

That long black vibrator was getting abused. It gleamed, slick with her arousal. She dragged the curved tip out, smeared it over her clit—my clit—then rammed it back inside. The vibration was loud enough I could feel it in my molars. My jaw clenched when she came.

My cheek twitched. Ears burned.

“Dyadya!” Ayla screamed from the other room, making me fumble with my phone.Uncle.

I jammed it into my pocket, but the sound still rang in my skull like a curse.

“Ayla, my angel,” I said, scooping her into one arm and spinning her around until she shrieked with laughter.

That sound could break men. It broke me, every time.

Her little head settled against my chest, and her hand reached up, fingers curling over the scars on my cheek like they were made just for her.

TheKrolikwaddled in next, round as a moon and breathing like she’d run a mile. Relief lit her face when she saw I had Ayla.

“Bathtime?” I asked, catching the puff of her chest.

“I miss being able to move,” she grumbled.

“Shouldn’t beg for my dick all the time then, Bunny.”

She closed her eyes. Might’ve been praying. Might’ve been plotting murder. Either way, they were about to fuck, and I was getting out of here.

I handed Ayla over to the Pakhan, pressed a kiss to her forehead as she clung to me with sticky fingers and big eyes.

The second I stepped outside, the wind slapped my face like a warning.

Home would be worse.

???

Dasha attacked me the moment I walked in. I gave her a quick pet, then went hunting for the naughty pussy of my nightmares.