Page 31 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I didn’t rush.

She was twitching, a used-up little fucktoy stretched out on the bed. Her body glistened, slick with sweat, smeared with drool and cum. Her thighs were soaked. Her gaping hole leaked everything I’d poured into her.

I watched it drip.

“Fucking beautiful,”

I muttered.

She whimpered at the praise.

“Stay still.”

I slid two fingers into her stretched ass, just to feel the heat. My cum oozed around the intrusion and down to her cunt.

“Such a messy hole,”

I said, circling her rim before pulling back. “Greedy little thing took all of me, didn’t you?”

She gave the softest nod, breath catching like she might cry again. I liked her like this—wrecked and proud of it.

I grabbed the warm cloth and dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed.

I started low.

Wiped her thighs, slow, dragging the mess across her skin before cleaning it up properly. I didn’t avoid her pussy—just smoothed the cloth over it, once, twice, enough to make her shake again.

Then up between her cheeks.

The welts from the belt made her flinch. I kissed one. Just a press of lips against the raised heat. A mark of mine. All mine.

She sobbed.

I cleaned around her hole, teasing more than wiping, and took my time pressing the cloth over the place where my cum still leaked out of her.

“Good girl,”

I murmured. “Took it all. Didn’t even ask for mercy.”

Her breath hitched.

“You make such a perfect little cum dumpster, pet.”

I cupped her cunt through the cloth, rubbed slow, just enough to keep her dripping.

“Still wet,”

I said, voice low. “And hungry.”

I climbed up behind her again, picking up the clean towel and wiped her face last—her lips first, her cheeks next. Then the mask.

“Are you proud of what you are?” I asked.

“Yes, Master,”

she whispered.

I kissed the leather at her temple.

“Good. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.”

I’d let her lie there, leaking and ruined, before stuffing her filthy cunt with the cock she lived for.

My sweet suka.

***

I don’t know if it was the ass-fucking or the belt, but Natalya became serene. She didn’t want to go outside—not even when I tempted her with shopping.

I made sure not to leave her alone for too long, which wasn’t a problem since I worked next door most of the time.

Eventually, I bit the bullet and picked up a few things I thought might help her final stage of adjustment.

She was waiting when I opened the door. I set the packages on the floor and petted her head.

“My good girl,”

I murmured. “How’s your asshole?”

She grinned.

“All better, Master.”

“I got you something. So you won’t feel alone while I’m working.”

I slid the box between us.

She eyed it curiously. I opened the lid—and she gasped, scooping the tiny calico kitten to her bare chest.

“For me, Master?”

“She hasn’t even been named yet. She’s all yours,”

I said, relieved she liked the damn thing. “But you need to look after her.”

She nodded without looking at me, totally focused on the tiny creature in her hands.

A dog would’ve been too much competition.

The kitten had been a good choice.

***

Ania had the baby, but I’d been balls deep in my pet and missed it. I drove around again, looking for a parking space. I was a shit godfather, and I hadn’t even met her yet. I finally spotted a car pulling out.

After circling back, I waited for the car to leave. Another driver was waiting for the same spot. With a growl, I swiftly parked, glaring at the man who thought he could steal from me.

Asshole. Good thing I had my gun with me.

I slammed the car door and rushed toward the hospital. Pyotr stood guard, and I gave him a nod. When I cracked the door open, I heard the Pakhan using a tone I’d never heard from him before. Soft and loving.

“My Bratva Princess, you will have an army of men to protect you, my love. No one will ever touch a single hair on your head, or Daddy will chop their arms off before he decapitates them.”

Okay. Soft, loving—and violent.

“Wow. Pakhan, she is only a few hours old, and you’re singing about chopping arms and decapitation,”

I said with a grin.

“You took your time,”

he said with a smile.

I rubbed the back of my neck, cringing. I couldn’t exactly tell him I’d been obsessed with my filthy little pet.

“I didn’t see the message until later,”

I said, before catching sight of his daughter.

Did they all come out that fucking small?!

She looked so fragile, but peaceful in her sleep.

“Meet your goddaughter, Ayla,”

he said, pride and joy thick in his voice.

He held her out to me, but I shook my head, raising both hands.

“I don’t think I should hold her,”

I said, trying not to panic.

He placed the tiny bundle in my arms anyway, and I instinctively held Ayla to my chest. I stared down at her little hat, her body wrapped like a cocoon in the blanket.

“How can she be so small?”

I whispered in awe.

“I wouldn’t say that to Bunny. She didn’t think that when she was pushing her out,”

he warned.

“I am happy they’re both okay, Pakhan,”

I said, gently swaying Ayla. “I can see why you were threatening random people.”

“Let’s go inside. I don’t want Bunny to wake up alone,”

he said, looking anxious.

Pyotr had joined three others outside, standing guard over our Queen.

I stepped into the room to see Ania. She’d changed my Pakhan’s life—and now she’d given him a beautiful daughter.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and sat beside her.

This wasn’t the life for me.

But maybe—maybe—if Natalya wanted one baby in the future, I might consider it.

I glanced down at my goddaughter.

Maybe just one.