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Chapter 17

Viktor

Time slowed, although the clock was still ticking. My vision grew hazy, and the world couldn’t seem to stop spinning. My blood roared violently, and I could feel my heart beat through the bulging veins in my neck. I could hear each thump in my ears.

My mouth went dry and my heart sank into the lower pit of my stomach, heavy and hurting. It almost caused me to double over, but I fought the urge. Instead, I took a step forward, stood up straighter, and faced my nightmare.

The door closed behind me, locking the three of us inside this room, this cage, Valerie’s hell and now mine.

This place used to represent our freedom, a little piece of heaven, but with Valentin here, he has tainted that for us.

My eyes went back to Valerie, and I had to swallow up the bile in my mouth, fighting the urge to throw up. Chill skated over my skin, and I was frozen to the bones.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

The Devil laughed louder, and he mocked me to move forward.

I couldn’t.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

My feet stayed where they were. If I moved, I would do something that would end our lives tonight. If I moved, I would rip Valentin’s heart out with my bare fucking hands.

If I moved, I’d wring up his intestines and wrap them around his neck before hanging his lifeless body from the ceiling—it would be a warning. A warning not to touch what belonged to me.

But if I moved…if I did all the things I wanted to do…

It would be the end.

There was no way I would make it out alive.

And there was absolutely no way Valerie would still be breathing.

If I breathed my last, she would too.

Or worse, they would take her away and sell her to the most depraved men.

My sweet myshka wouldn’t be able to make it out alive.

I stopped myself; I fought my urges, and I stayed silent.

For her.

I am sorry, Valerie. I am so fucking sorry.

I wished she’d open her eyes, she’d look at me, stare into my own eyes, and see my guilt. To see how broken I was. For her.

I wanted to go on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I used to think I was on top of the world and was winning this game.

But it seemed Valerie had only fallen in love with a weak, useless…helpless man.

I couldn’t save her, not from this. Not at this time.

So I had to sit back and watch her hurt…watch her silently scream in agony. While my own soul would bleed into the ground, a wound so deep—there was no fixing it.

Valentin tsked, and I forced myself to pull my eyes away from my woman, my beautiful swan…now so broken. I wanted to pull her into my arms and erase all the hurt.

Tick…tock…tick…tock.

Valentin motioned me forward, and my legs worked on auto-pilot. I walked further into the room and stopped in the middle. “Join us, Konstantin.”

Konstantin.

Konstantin Solonik.

I had to play the cards right, while wrapping an iron cage around my bleeding heart.

I had to breathe Valerie’s pain silently because I wasn’t her lover. No, right now…I was Konstantin, the heir to the Solonik Empire. A heartless, brutal man.

Solonik’s son. And I had to follow in his footsteps.

“What are you doing?” I grunted, forcing the words past my lips.

My fists clenched at my sides at the smug look on his face. He looked mighty proud of himself.

His brows quirked up, and he inhaled the cigar before blowing out the puff of smoke. Putting the rest of it in the ashtray, he gestured around the room.

“What does it look like?” he questioned with a small laugh.

Letting out a heavy breath, I steeled myself against his words. Raising an eyebrow of my own, I stared him down. “It looks like a fucking live porn.”

Valentin threw his head back and laughed, the walls echoing with his laughter. It sounded harsh to my ears, and I imagined myself clawing his face and disfiguring him like Alessio did to Abram.

“It is. It fucking is, son.”

My jaw clenched, and I scowled at him. My gaze refused to move to Valerie, or else I’d break…I’d break into a thousand pieces and it would all turn into ashes.

“As tempting and beautiful as she is, I am not interested in watching your limp dick going in and out of someone’s pussy.” The words tasted bitter on my tongue and my lips felt numb.

In this moment, I was glad Valerie couldn’t hear us. Couldn’t hear me.

She always said her silence was her strength, and in this moment, it couldn’t be truer.

I fear if she knew Konstantin, the monster I portrayed…she would slip past my fingers. She would run and fade into the mist before I’d have a chance to catch her.

She loved Viktor.

She would loathe Konstantin.

And now…I was the monster in her nightmare.

Fuck.

My chest ached and my head throbbed with each pulsing beat.

It was agonizing, and I tried to inhale. My lungs refused to work in my favor.

“Konstatin,” Valentin mocked casually. “I am being generous here. Since we talked about her sucking cock like a professional, I thought I’d lend you her mouth.”

He gestured toward Valerie, and against my own accord, my gaze moved to her. I almost collapsed at the sight of her like this. Her body was curled up tight, and she seemed to be pressing the pillow harder into herself. Her hips moved as if she were thrusting, chasing a release that didn’t seem to work in her favor.

Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I forced the bitterness down. “I have plenty of women to pleasure me this way. Her mouth isn’t anything special.”

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

My heart was crashing.

My words were important to fool Valentin, yet they were opening up more wounds.

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

Valentin wasn’t done, not one bit remotely satisfied with my answer. He did a fake pout and then climbed in bed beside Valerie.

My throat closed. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

“Aww, c’mon. How about her mouth and ass? I’ll fuck her cunt. She’s going to need all she can get for the simulation from those drugs to wear off.”

“You drugged her?” I almost snarled.

He raised an eyebrow, looking unfazed. “Why do you think she looks like a bitch in heat right now? Her pussy is practically weeping and I haven’t even touched her yet.”

My heart lurched.

“I’m testing the new drugs from Carlos. Tlazolteoltl. Aphrodisiac drugs. The strongest. The effects will only disappear after multiple orgasms.” He paused and looked down at Valerie. Her eyes stayed pinched closed and I saw her panting for each breath.

“The last woman it was tried on…she needed six men to fuck her into unconsciousness before her body started to calm down.”

Motherfucker.

Valerie blinked her eyes open. She seemed to have exhausted herself. Her lips parted as if to speak, but there was only silence.

Good.

My sweet myshka. You are strong. I just needed her to be stronger for a little bit more.

I stifled back a choked sound.

I had made vows to my Valerie.

Vows I’d now broken.

I am so fucking sorry. The apologies repeated themselves in my head until they were all I could hear in my ears.

“Why are you still standing there? Come forward. I promise you she’ll make you a happy bastard. My wife’s got the prettiest, tightest cunt you’ve ever have the pleasure of fucking.”

We were just a pawn in Valentin’s game.

But I wasn’t going to fall.

Walking forward, I went to the coffee table instead. I took the bottle in my hand and poured some brandy into a small glass. It was all about the image.

I had to appear unfazed…a monster in disguise. I had play Valentin in his own game.

So I did it masterfully.

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

I lifted a brow and sucked down the alcohol in one huge gulp. I poured more once there was nothing left. Lifting the refilled glass, I tsked darkly. “I don’t find pleasure in weak, submissive women. I like someone feisty who I can break and fuck into submission. Now that’s hot as fuck.”

Valerie seemed to recognize my presence because she lifted her head up.

Our eyes met.

The world stilled.

Everything came to screeching halt and we breathed.

She inhaled. I exhaled.

I’ve got you, my sweet myshka. Just stay strong for a little bit more.

I hoped she saw the words in my gaze, I hoped she saw all my truth and understood my lies.

There was something in her eyes…something so vivid, it broke my heart and the sharp pieces seemed to pierce my lungs dangerously.

Guilt. Shame. Humiliation. Embarrassment. Fear. Horror. Agony.

I saw everything and I felt it all, down in the depth of me.

She was broken.

But I would be the one to pick up her pieces and hold her together again.

We were going to be okay, I silently vowed.

She inhaled. I exhaled.

Valerie’s head fell back to the pillow. She closed her eyes and I saw the silent tears glistening on her rosy, flushed cheeks.

Valentin huffed, bringing my attention back to him. I watched as he crawled over Valerie’s body. The sick feeling was back again, and I almost retched. My throat worked against me, and I fought the urge to gag. Instead, I threw more brandy down my throat. I felt the burn, and I sucked in a deep breath.

“Your loss then. But at least sit and watch. Maybe you will change your mind. My offer still stands, son.”

Fuck you.

He was a sick bastard, but so was I. The pain intensified when I chose to settle on the couch. My eyes never left them.

I chose to watch; I chose to protect Valerie from afar.

My finger clenched around the glass, and I felt it crack under the pressure. I softened the hold and then poured more brandy into the cup from the bottle.

I was tempted…so fucking tempted to reach for the knife that I knew was still in the back of my shoe, near my ankle. I imagined reaching for him and sinking the blade into Valentin’s throat. I imagined his blood pouring around us, and I imagined staring into his eyes as he took his last breath.

But I couldn’t…

Irritation grew inside me, and the pain never left, never diminished. It only intensified with each passing second.

Valentin seemed to enjoy this show, before he was laughing into Valerie’s ears, mocking her helplessness.

He pulled the pillow from between her legs and pushed her onto her back. Her legs opened instinctively, although I knew…it wasn’t voluntarily. It was the drugs.

It made her like this…want this…need this…even though the depth of her was bleeding.

I could hear her soul crying and my own, responding to her cries.

Like a vulture, Valentin fed on her silent agony.

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

I wasn’t as heartless as I thought.

Guilt niggled me. Shame strangled me. Pain became a consistent wave.

Valentin grinned wolfishly. He settled himself between her trembling legs, and I watched as he pushed her knee upward, forcing her fully open for him.

I gagged into my brandy but continued to gulp it down. It kept me seated when all I wanted to do was lurch forward and rip my Valerie away from his arms.

“You little slut,” he snapped bitterly when Valerie continued to stay silent. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. Look at you. Hear yourself.”

I watched as he landed a slap between her thighs, right above her core. I heard the sound, heard the wet fucking sound her pussy made when he hit her there.

Valerie’s body jumped, and she trembled at the assault.

Valentin laughed. “This just made you even wetter.”

She writhed, both trying to dislodge his hold and trying to move closer to him. The drugs were affecting her sense, her body wasn’t her own, and no matter how hard she tried, her mind wouldn’t work into her favor.

Valentin grunted, and he pushed two fingers inside of her. “Ah fuck, Viktor. If only you could feel how good and tight she stretches around my fingers.”

I stayed silent, swallowing my anger…my self-loathing…my need to maim and kill.

Valerie pushed harder against Valentin’s hand, and I could almost hear her desperate whimpers. I saw his eyes growing darker…evil…he craved her sounds of pleasure and pain.

I watched as he finger-fucked her with confident, slow strokes. He was dragging out the suspense, pulling her pleasure and leaving her on edge.

I knew what he was doing.

Valentin wanted to break her.

To break her…he needed to have Valerie hate herself.

And the more she responded to him, the more she silently begged, the more she wanted this…my sweet Valerie would hate herself, fraction by fraction, until she would loathe her very existence.

Rape was never the easiest.

But the hardest thing to ever experience was pleasure during your rape.

I knew this was going to scar her.

Just like it was scarring my own soul.

These wounds wouldn’t…couldn’t heal.

I didn’t know how…to mend these broken pieces again.

I watched as Valentin pulled his fingers away, and in one long stroke, he plunged inside Valerie. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, her back bowing and her body convulsing. Her hands were on his shoulders and she clawed at him.

He didn’t move, but she was practically humping him, thrusting against his cock.

Valentin smirked, glancing my way. “Do you see this? The little whore can’t say no to my dick. Just look at her, milking my cock like a fucking pro.”

Valerie’s gaze found mine and she begged me.

I didn’t know for what, but I could tell…she was asking me for something.

To save her, maybe.

But I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t.

She sniffled when Valentin started thrusting, forcing himself inside her body. The sound of skin slapping together, the sound of her pussy…the smell of sex filled the room.

It hurt.

It killed me.

My fists clenched when Valentin’s words traveled to my ears. “You are nothing unless I deem you to be something. And right now, you’re just a little fuck toy who is going to carry my cum in your tight little cunt. Aren’t you, Valeria?”

More tears spilled down her cheeks and Valentin laughed at the sight of them.

He rammed into her and her lips parted in a silent scream.

I knew she just came.

I knew her body.

The way she shuddered and each silent tremor told me she just found her release.

I am sorry.

Except my apologies meant nothing compared to the pain she was going through.

Valentin continued to push forward, thrusting harder now. Valerie found my eyes again and her lips parted. She mouthed my…name.

Viktor.

More tears spilled, and she mouthed my name once again. As if she were calling for me…begging me…

My eyes widened at the sudden realization.

Sitting forward, I almost dropped the bottle of brandy. Our gaze didn’t waver, and we silently spoke to each other.

Valerie nodded at me. A silent permission.

And I almost fell to my knees.

My sweet, sweet girl.

I lurched forward and stood up. Valentin’s attention snapped to me, and he smirked when I walked closer to the bed.

“I want my turn,” I growled.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to sit and watch. You’re not the type of man who sits and lets others do the action. Not when it’s something as tempting as this,” he taunted, bringing his hand between them and cupping her pussy.

“She’s already soaked for you. I already broke her in for you. Her cunt is stretched, and trust me, she’s ready to take you.” He smirked, and I started ripping my clothes away from my body.

“I know how to fuck, and trust me, I can fuck better than you.”

He stilled at my words, darkness flashing in his eyes. “Get the fuck off her,” I snapped.

Valentin sent me a cocky smile, filled with arrogance and confidence. I hated his fucking face, and I wanted so bad to rip off his dick and stuff it into his mouth.

He rolled over, leaving Valerie spent and limp on the bed. Her body was flushed and sweating. My gaze went between her legs; she was dripping and red, her pussy lips puffy. I could see her pulsing with need.

It truly was a tempting sight.

If this was any other time, I would have loved to devour her like a starved man.

But this…this wasn’t the time.

This wasn’t the place.

Right now, our love making was tainted by the third presence.

What I was about to do…it was only to protect ourselves. To help each other in this moment, in the only way we knew how.

Together, we were stronger.

And I was going to make love to my woman, right in front of Valentin. Her fucking husband.

I was going to show him…she loved me. She wanted me. She needed me.

And her cunt…mine.

The drugs were still coursing through her body, and I knew this wasn’t over. She needed more. And Valentin knew that. He knew it wouldn’t be an easy fuck for Valerie.

She was going to hurt. She was going to need to be filled to the brim, coming…chasing her release. Once. Twice. Three times. Maybe even four, until she was completely spent or unconscious.

This was exactly what the drug was meant for.

But if I really had a choice, Valentin wouldn’t touch her again.

Climbing in bed, I joined Valerie. Her eyes met mine, and I saw acceptance in hers. She took a deep breath and her legs fell apart for me, inviting me in.

This…wasn’t rational or sane.

This was dangerous.

It was so fucking sick.

But the moment our gazes met, everything else fell away. Valentin disappeared, the world stopped moving, and it was all silent.

It was just us.

Naked, I settled over my sweet Valerie. Her muscles were locked and her body strung tight, but I needed her calm. I needed her to melt into my arms, like she would before.

My hands caressed up her hips, slowly…gently. I tenderly kissed her with my touch. Her lips parted with a breathy sigh, and her eyes fluttered. There you are, my beautiful swan.

I cupped her breast and tweaked her nipples. She gasped, her body arching for me. Rubbing my cock against her wetness, I coated my length with her. I hardened at the feel of her, finally my dick coming alive. Can you feel me? I mouthed.

She whispered my name in my ear and everything felt right.

I’ve got you, sweet myshka.

She knew.

She trusted me.

Voicelessly, she let me know it was okay. To touch her. To kiss her. To fuck her.

I ignored Valentin’s grunting beside us. I knew he was watching and probably jerking himself off. I could hear the sound of him rubbing his old limp dick.

I ignored it all. Valerie did too. We only focused on each other, and it was almost, just almost perfect.

My thick length nudged her soaked entrance, and I felt her pulsing against my tip. She was desperately trying to suck me inside her. So I gave her what she needed.

My fingers closed around her hair, fisting it at the base of her neck, and I thrust inside, filling her wet pussy until I was balls deep. With an arm under Valerie, I pulled her hips up slightly. I pulled out and then pushed back inside, until my balls thudded against the crease of her ass.

I was deep, and she clenched around me. Her breathing was coming out in gasps, and I panted into her neck.

I’ve got you, I slowly whispered against her skin. I wondered if she felt my lips and understood my words. Trust me.

Pulling my head back, I made sure I was looking into her exhausted eyes when I started moving. With a measured rhythm, I gave her shallow and then deep thrusts. I knew I was hitting the perfect spot, because she kept clenching around me.

I felt her pulse and my cock throbbed.

We were both close, hanging over the edge and waiting for the moment it would happen.

Blood pounded through my veins, and it violently pounded through my head. It deafened me.

My heart thundered, and I felt hers beating against my chest. I laid over her completely, trying to hide her body from Valentin. My hips bucked against her and she moved with me, chasing her own orgasm.

This was dirty and depraved. So fucking wrong.

Yet, with us both lost in each other, it was almost perfection.

I could tell Valerie was slowly forgetting Valentin’s presence. She was so lost in the pleasure that it was the only thing she could focus on. For now, that was good.

Later, I would hold her while she broke down.

My tongue circled the flesh under her ear, my teeth slightly grazing her neck. She whimpered and moved her head to the side, giving me more access. I kissed her there, tenderly.

She pulsed around me and then moisture flooded between her legs. I could feel my balls tightening up, and then I was coming too. My thrusts didn’t slow down.

Her eyes were red from crying, her faced flushed and beautiful…tired and sweating, but this wasn’t enough for her.

Two orgasms and I knew she needed more.

Fuck.

Her lips parted, and she wanted to tell me something…I couldn’t tell.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled my head down. Her lips feathered over my ears and I heard her whisper, “Viktor…please…”

Her voice was only mine to hear. I kissed her neck again. I’ve got you.

Turning Valerie over on her stomach, I pulled her ass up. That was when I noticed it.

Under Valerie, there it was. Broken. Shattered.

The paper swan.

My Valerie’s paper swan. The same one I made with my hands and gave her so many months ago.

Our symbol of a new beginning…the beginning of us.

It laid there… crumpled and now useless.

Such a beautiful thing it was, and now…ugly.

I closed my eyes tightly and breathed, refusing to focus on it.

A symbol of us, now…a symbol of what had shattered us.

I clenched her hips tighter. No. Nothing could break us. We were stronger. Together, we were stronger.

Opening my eyes, my body molded over hers and then I entered her pussy again. She threw her head back and silently screamed. Her hips moved with mine, and I hissed, both loving and hating the way she was clenching tight around my cock.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Valentin coming closer to the bed again. He broke the spell, the little bubble Valerie and I were in; he destroyed it.

I watched as he got on the bed, settling in front of Valerie. He was on his knees and his dick was right in front of her face.

Valerie whimpered, her head bowing, and I knew what he was about to do.

He was going to make her suck him while I fuck her.

FUCK NO.

I snarled in response when I saw him bringing his hardened length closer to her mouth. My lips curled back, and I bared my teeth at him.

He flinched, his eyes widening at my show of fury.

“Get your useless dick away from her while I’m fucking her. Her holes are mine to use right now. Her ass. Her mouth. Her pussy,” I snapped, slamming into Valerie again and again.

Valentin chuckled. “You seemed to forget. She is my wife.”

I laughed darkly, completely pulling out of Valerie. “Your wife?”

Gripping her hips tighter, I pushed forward and slammed right into her slick channel. So fucking deep, we were both robbed of our breaths.

“My cock is so deep inside her cunt right now, she forgot she even is your wife,” I taunted. “Your wife. Valentin, I am fucking your wife, and you are going to watch until I am done. And trust me, I’m not even close to being done with her right now.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off. Thrust. Valerie was too weak to keep her body up, but I held her to me, I held her in my embrace.

“Watch me fuck her. You gave me permission, and I’m rather possessive of the pussies I fuck. And right now, I have taken an intense liking to your wife’s. Your fault for offering her on a fucking silver platter.”

Valentin frowned, his lips thinning into a straight line. He wasn’t happy, but too bad, fucker.

“I’ll let you enjoy her, Konstantin. Only because I am in a good mood today.”

Fuck you.

I smiled wolfishly. While plotting his death in my head, I continued to move inside Valerie. Each time she clenched, I groaned. She pulsed and I throbbed.

When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I flipped her once again until she was on her back. I pulled her thighs up to her chest, holding her under the knees. She was wide open for me. Her tired hazel eyes stared intensely in mine.

I’ve got you.

Trust me. Please.

The tiniest nod and then I was inside her again.

Our fucking was almost animalistic. Rough, deep…I didn’t care. Valerie didn’t seem to care either. She wrapped her legs around me and anchored me into her body, keeping my cock rooted deep inside her. I plunged forward again and then slammed my mouth down, taking her lips with an urgency I didn’t know I had. I just needed my cock deep in her cunt so she could feel me for days. Me. Not him.

This was about us.

Not him.

I was fucking her.

She needed me.

Not him.

Valerie kissed me with just as much passion. She drove her tongue into my mouth and sucked it. She moaned into my lips, and I rammed into her once more, settling so deep inside.

Her eyes snapped open. She stared at me through hazy vision, but then her lips tilted, almost dreamily. Two more orgasms later, her pussy spasmed once again around my length. She was so fucking wet; the sound of us fucking echoed through the walls of the room.

I found my own release and Valerie continued to milk me.

My sweet beautiful swan.

Her exhausted face was sweaty and her eyes kept fluttering. She was on the edge of consciousness and almost falling over. The darkness was waiting for her.

The drugs were slowly wearing off.

Now that we were both off the high, the moment crashing around us, my heart rate spiked and my chest tightened.

She looked so broken right now. It hurt. It fucking hurt so much.

My chest ached. My dick was still hard, but I pulled out of her and heard her tiny gasp. Her eyes were starting to close, but they snapped open when Valentin grabbed her arm. I saw the hint of fear there when he pulled her off the bed and forced Valerie on her knees.

My hands clenched into fists and climbed off the bed too, standing beside her kneeling position.

My throat was clogged. I wanted to fight him, to tell him no. To scream. I wanted to fucking punch him. But I stayed silent.

I forced myself to stay in character. Konstantin Solonik.

Valentin cupped his dick and he started rubbing himself. I watched as he came closer to Valerie, his length right in her face as he jerked off. Her eyes were pinched closed.

When I figured what he wanted to do, my heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.

He was going to humiliate her. I might have taken over when I fucked her, but he was still in power…and he wanted to show me that. He wanted to claim Valerie once again. To show his ownership of her.

No. No. Fuck no.

Not this way. Never.

Before he could, I gripped Valerie’s shoulder and turned her around to me. Valentin growled in response, but I ignored him.

“What the fuck—”

When I palmed my cock, he went silent. Valentin cocked his head to the side and he raised a mocking eyebrow. Ignoring the look on his face, instead, I quickly jerked myself off. I was still hard and still wet from her juices and my own cum, making it easy for my hand to glide over the length.

Look at me, Valerie. See me. Only me.

She gazed up at me with beautiful hazel eyes. My thighs cramped and my stomach tightened. And then I was coming.

Valerie blinked in surprise once, but she otherwise stayed kneeling for me, silent and staring into my eyes as I aimed my cum over her face, down her throat and pretty tits.

Valentin laughed beside me. A dark deadly laugh.

But I only smirked in response. Leaning down, I took a nipple and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. She didn’t flinch, but I kept looking into her eyes, hoping she would see my lies and my truth.

“Valentin was right. You are a good fuck toy. And now look at you, a filthy whore.”

She swallowed hard and I ran my gaze over her skin, covered with thick ropes of my cum.

“Beautiful,” I muttered.

I am sorry. Forgive me.

Valerie never took her eyes off me. And in her gaze, I saw everything I needed to see.

I trust you, Viktor. I trust you.

“Never thought of you as a possessive man.”

The voice pulled me away, and I straightened. “Not possessive. This was a game of power to you. You wanted to exercise control. To show me that you are King and I am your underdog.”

I gave him a once over. “But you see, I just mastered your own game, Valentin Solonik. Next time, pick a weaker prey because I am not him,” I drawled lazily. “You might be the Boss now, but you forgot that I am Konstantin. I don’t lose. Ever. And I never bow to anyone. If you want to be the Alpha, don’t pick me as your opponent, because you will never win.”

I stepped away from Valerie. “Get up,” I snapped.

She stood up on trembling legs, her body shaking, but she did as she was told.

Valentin’s eyes widened and his jaw clenched, seeing his wife obey me. This time it was my turn to laugh. Still chuckling, I said, “There is only one Alpha. And he is me.”

I walked past him and took a huge gulp from the bottle of brandy. “I just fucked your wife and made you watch. I just owned her cunt. How do you feel?”

Valentin crossed his arms. “Son. I feel nothing. Actually, I feel pleased. To see you like this. Besting me at my own games. But you see, I wanted you to fuck her and you did. So, in the end, I still won.”

He smirked and started pulling his clothes on. “I’ll meet you in the office later. I shall take my leave.” He waved a hand at Valerie, his lips curled up. “For now, enjoy her. She’s yours for the rest of the night. This is your only chance because you won’t get to touch her ever again.”

I continued to drink the bottle, trying to drive down the feeling of sickness rising in my throat. My stomach was cramping, and it felt like I was going retch right here, on the white carpets.

Valentin walked to Valerie, who stood silently, looking down at the floor. Her body swayed, but she didn’t fall.

He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. His look was filled with filth. “You looked like a disgusting whore. You liked it, didn’t you? Him fucking you? That’s okay. It will be the last time.”

His hand went between her legs, and he cupped her there. “Don’t forget who owns this, slut.”

His lips slammed down on hers, and he bit her lips hard. I flinched and felt it…the pain, her pain. When he pulled away, her lips were slightly bleeding. And then he cupped her left breast and bend his head down a little before he took her left nipple into her mouth.

She gasped in agony when he bit down again. Her body seized up and tears spilled down her cheeks. The bottle started to crack in my hands, the glass fragile under the pressure of my hold.

When he pulled away, there was a red bruise there and she was bleeding.

Motherfucker.

“Have a good night.” He chuckled.

I watched him walk away.

The door closed behind him.

I counted in my head.

Ten seconds.

I threw the bottle into the wall and watched it crash, the pieces flying around the room.

I turned to face Valerie. Our eyes met.

She inhaled.

I exhaled.

We breathed.