Page 9 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

When I returned with her food, she was curled up on the floor like a discarded doll. Her red-rimmed eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door, drenched with dried tears.

Perfect.

At this rate, I could transfer her to the Borki property much sooner than expected. The Pakhan had wasted months wrestling with the Krolik’s stubborn streak. Natalya? She wouldn’t even remember her name, let alone think about testifying against my brotherhood.

I could’ve left her with the food and gone to work. But that would’ve been merciful, and mercy wasn’t part of her training.

I sat, placing the ceramic dog bowl between my polished shoes. A simple breakfast—buckwheat porridge, sweetened with honey. Her eyes darted from the bowl to my face, then back again. Hunger twisted through her expression, battling with shame as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Come eat, Suka,”

I said flatly.

She crawled toward me, the black rubber tail jutting from her ass swaying with every miserable movement. My cock twitched at the pathetic sight. I stroked her hair when she knelt between my legs.

“Eat it all up like a good bitch,”

I murmured. “Master made it nice and creamy just for you.”

She flinched. Her lip curled slightly, face contorting in revulsion. Good—let her wonder what I meant. I hadn’t had time to lace it with anything obscene, but the idea was enough. Fear had always been my favourite seasoning.

When she hesitated, I reached for the bowl.

“Well—if you don’t want it—”

Her hand shot out, trembling as it landed on my wrist—on the snake tattoo curling up my forearm.

“I’m sorry, Master,”

she whimpered, desperate. “Please…I’m so hungry.”

I let the bowl clatter loudly to the floor between us. She jerked, flinching like I’d struck her. I shook her hand off mine and grabbed her jaw instead, fingers pressing hard into her cheeks, squeezing her mouth open.

Another tear slid down her face.

I caught it.

Rubbed it cruelly into her skin.

“Such pretty eyes for a Suka,”

I said mockingly, then slid my thumb into her mouth. “Lick. Clean your mess.”

She obeyed, licking the salty tear from my thumb as more streamed down.

Perfect.

I lifted the bowl, met her eyes, and spat directly into it.

“Open.”

She did, lips parting instantly.

“Wider,” I warned.

She obeyed.

I tipped the warm porridge into her mouth in thick, unrelenting scoops. It clogged her throat immediately. She gagged, trying to breathe around it, but I didn’t let go of her jaw until I felt her throat flex. Heard the panicked gulps.

Only then did I lean down, voice like silk laced with poison.

“If you ever refuse what I offer again…I’ll peel your skin instead of feeding you.”

Her pupils widened, not in disbelief.

In terror.

I released her jaw. She gasped, choking slightly as she tried to keep the porridge down. I wiped the remnants from my thumb onto her arm, leaving a slow, sticky trail.

Then I stood.

She dropped her head to the floor, hair spilling forward like a curtain. A final, silent offering. A surrender not spoken, but understood.

I bit down on my lower lip.

The tail twitched between her cheeks.

She didn’t even realise it.

Her shame made it dance.

Her fear was so palpable I could almost taste it. It hit me then—breaking her mind was sweeter than breaking bones. I understood why the Pakhan and Vadik revelled in torture over a quick kill. Breaking her this way—slow, psychological, intimate—was more satisfying than listening to her whimper in her sleep this morning.

“I’ll be back later,”

I said casually, then slammed the door behind me, locking it with a quiet satisfaction.

Behind the wood, I pictured her on the floor—knees bruised, spirit frayed, tears crusted on her cheeks.

Not dead.

No.

Worse.

Alive. Owned. Starving for approval.

And soon…she’d thank me for it.

***

By late afternoon, I called Abrasha to deal with Petrov’s rotting corpse. I had other priorities now. My obsession had taken root—thick, black tendrils winding deeper through my mind, curling around every thought. Every urge. Every fucking breath.

She had eclipsed everything else.

Armed with my tools, I returned to the scene of my latest crime—her cell. I paused before unlocking the door, a wicked satisfaction blooming in my chest at the memory of her lips against my feet.

She sat curled on the bed, knees hugged to her chest. The blanket clung to her shoulders, her hands fisted tight around it like it was armour. Her eyes flicked up, pale green and hollow, before dropping to the bag in my hand. That was when I saw it—fear of the unknown.

Good, she didn't resist like Ania.

The blanket slipped from her shoulders as she slid off the bed and dropped into position, crawling toward me with the tail high between her cheeks. Shame laced her every movement. Submission shaped her spine.

“Good girl,”

I murmured, drinking in the sight of her, my collar around her throat. The wagging tail lodged in her ass. “So obedient for your Master.”

I pulled the new collar from my bag and let the rest drop with a solid thud. She flinched. Her bowl was empty. She’d eaten everything.

“Lift your hair,”

I said as I unfastened the new device.

Her gaze locked on the rectangular shock element. I fastened it tight around her neck until it clicked, then adjusted it—not so snug she’d choke. Just enough to remind her what she wore. The remote rested in my pocket. I wouldn’t use it yet.

Not until she deserved it.

“On the bed,”

I said. “Inspection position.”

She didn’t hesitate. Crawled back, tail swaying. Her cunt was fully exposed as she climbed onto her hands and knees. The sight was indecent. Beautiful.

I reached into the bag again. “Are you on birth control?”

“No, Master,”

she whispered.

I placed the bag down beside her and leaned over, cupping her breasts. Her hair still smelled clean. I buried my face in it and murmured against her ear.

“Have you ever taken a cock in your asshole?”

My thumbs rolled her nipples.

Her spine stiffened.

“No, Master.”

“Mmm. Today’s your lucky day,”

I smiled into her hair. “Your tail’s done most of the work already.”

She didn’t respond.

I slid my hand down her belly until I reached her folds, warm and—wet.

The smile dropped from my lips.

I growled and shoved two fingers inside her cunt. Her muscles clamped down. Tight. Responsive.

I wrapped my other hand around her slender neck, fingers resting around her collar.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?”

I purred, curling my fingers inside her. “Wet for your Master like a good little bitch.”

Her breathing hitched. Her throat trembled beneath my palm.

I moved back to her breasts, pinching until she gasped and clenched harder around my fingers. She loathed me. I saw it in her eyes every time they dared meet mine. But her body was learning. Obeying. Responding.

My cock pressed against the base of her tail, so fucking hard it ached. Her arousal upped her timeline. I needed Vadik to sort contraception before I ruined her properly.

I wasn’t made to be a father. I was made for this.

“You’ll learn to take what I give you, Natalya—the pain, the pleasure.”

I ground my fingers into her clit, dragging a broken sound from her lips. “You’ll take it all. Like a good Suka.”

Her head bowed. Defeated. Wordless.

Perfect.

I withdrew from her and reached for the rest of my tools, placing the shock collar remote on the bed beside her. She eyed it warily.

I wouldn’t go easy on her.

Not now.

Not ever.