Page 28 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Natalya

It was all wrong. The house was wrong. Master being away from me was very fucking wrong. I couldn’t stop crying. Not even when he sat me on his lap and patted my back like a child. The tears just kept coming.

I didn’t even know why. Not really.

Nothing hurt. He hadn’t shouted. He hadn’t punished me. But something inside me was unraveling—tight and frantic, like a wire pulled too far. I couldn’t find the edges of myself without him close. Couldn’t settle.

The house felt too big. Too quiet. The silence pressed down on me like punishment. I kept waiting for his voice, his footsteps, his orders. Instead, I got silent, empty rooms.

I clung to his shirt and sniffed it. His scent helped. A little. But it didn’t fix the static in my head or the knot in my stomach. It didn’t erase the feeling that I’d been abandoned, even if it was just for a few hours.

I wasn’t scared of him. I was scared of the gap. The space where he should’ve been. The quiet felt worse than pain.

Something was broken in me.

And I didn’t know how to fix it without him.

“Did you know that I once lived in a state orphanage?”

His deep voice cut through the spiral. Grounded me.

I blinked, confused, the tears slowing. I hadn’t known that. I only knew what he let me see. The rest of him was walls and locked doors.

I shook my head, too stunned to speak.

“Terrible things happened to me there. And to my Pakhan.”

His fingers toyed with my hair now, not unkind, but absent—like his mind was somewhere far away, somewhere dark.

My hand found the spot on his shirt where the deadly angel tattoo curled over his heart. The one with wings that looked like knives.

I traced it gently.

“I learned how to silence the noise in my head,”

he said, quieter now.

“How?”

I asked, voice raw, nose stuffy from crying.

He looked down at me, and for once there was no command in his eyes.

“By turning it into purpose.”

I didn’t want purpose. I wanted him.

“I only want you,”

I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder as the tears welled again.

“Do you think I would ever leave my perfect Suka?”

he teased. “You’re the only pet who can suck my soul out through my cock.”

A smile tugged beneath my mask. I squirmed on his lap. I was a good cock sucker.

“You see?”

he murmured, sliding his hand between my legs. “Even now, you’re begging for cock. My cock.”

My legs parted for him on instinct, and his fingers found my wet pussy.

“Always wet for your Master,”

he groaned, sliding two fingers through my wet heat between my folds.

I twisted against him until my breasts rubbed his chest, hoping to distract him.

“You’re trying to distract me,”

he accused, pulling his hand away.

It was worth a try.

“This is your new home. I have responsibilities to the Bratva, and you’ll need to learn how to occupy yourself.”

A pause. Then, dry as ever: “Something more meaningful than having my cock at your beck and call.”

Purpose?

I could try.

Maybe.

But I still preferred Master’s cock.

***

I woke up gasping for air, but I felt him next to me. He was here. Not gone. I wasn’t alone. His arm tightened around my waist, and I relaxed against him, nuzzling my mask into his chest.

“I swear you do this just for more cock at night,”

his voice heavy from sleep.

“I dreamt of Borki,”

I whispered, but he stiffened against me. “That you left me.”

He sighed and held me closer.

“I’ll get you a phone, my little fuckpet. You can keep in touch with me throughout the day.”

I ran my fingers down his chest, his waist, until I reached his hip.

“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 little suka, you won’t rest until I pump you full of cum.”

He had a point, but finding purpose was hard.

***

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.