The Mafia and His Obsession, Part 2 by Lylah James

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 34

 

 

Valerie

 

Viktor’s room—our room—was dark when I walked inside. Only the single night lamp was on. Once I was inside, I forgot all about Ayla and Alessio. Walking closer, I stared at the man occupying the bed. One of his arms was thrown over his face, hiding most of him so that only his mouth and chin were visible. He was bare chested, and I knew under the comforter, he was only wearing his boxers.

I climbed in bed and shyly brought a hand to Viktor’s chest, feeling the heavy thud of his heart underneath. His arm fell away from his face, showing me his restless expression. He was frowning in his sleep. His beautiful rugged face was tired, and two weeks’ worth of stubble covered his jaw and cheeks.

My fingers caressed his jaw, and I felt the muscles clench underneath my fingertips. Now that I was here, I didn’t know what to do. What to say…

How could I fix what was broken between Viktor and me?

In what ways…could I bring us closer once again?

I wanted him under my skin; I wanted his soul singing to mine. I wanted to feel his heart against mine.

I wanted to fix us…

Let her go so you can be happy too. So you can breathe.

Ayla’s words echoed through my ears as my head made a slow descent toward Viktor’s. My lips brushed against him, lightly at first, and then I put more pressure.

His chest rumbled with a groan. I pulled away to see his eyes opened, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and sleep.

“Valerie…” His voice was deep and scratchy from sleep. It traveled through my body, spreading liquid warmth through my veins.

He needs you, so he can release the burden he is carrying on his chest. As much as you need him.

Swallowing past the fear and uncertainty, I cupped his face in my palms. “Viktor, can you make love to me? Please.”

His expression changed, and he closed his eyes, as if he were in pain. “Valerie, what are you—”

“Please,” I interrupted. I couldn’t have him refuse me tonight. “I need to feel you…I need you to feel me.”

I want us…I want our love.

I needed to unbreak what was broken.

A hundred thoughts clamored through my mind, battling for my attention. I fought the urge to sink back into my old ways. Guilt once again tried to make its way into my heart, but I quickly squashed it down.

No.

Not tonight.

I focused on Viktor, looking into his eyes, a bottomless pit of darkness. So full of uncertainty. But there was no mistaking the warmth and adoration there. For me.

He gripped me by the waist but didn’t move otherwise. “Please…don’t make me beg, Viktor.”

“Myshka,” he groaned. He let out a curse and gritted his teeth together, as if he were battling for control.

My pulse strummed as I straddled him, my knees on either side of his hips. Viktor stared at me with hooded eyes, untamed hunger flashing in the dark depths of them. The warmth that emanated from him brushed against my skin, but I still shivered. In anticipation. Excitement. Maybe a little bit of fear.

I felt his bulge between my legs. The feeling of his length hardening, pressing into my core…it made my sex clench. I sucked on my bottom lip to hold my gasp in. It had been so long since I’ve felt him like this. Viktor’s hands landed on my thighs and his fingers dug into my flesh, gripping me tight. He looked at me like I’d disappear any second. We stared at each other, not blinking. Not breathing.

When it came apparent that he was waiting for me to move…to act…to take the lead, I chewed on my lips harder and then gave my hips a tentative roll. His chest rumbled with a groan, and I knew I did something right. God, he was so beautiful like this. Lust and adoration shining in his eyes. His body taut, waiting both patiently and impatiently for me. I wondered if he’d just lose control, roll me over, part my legs and thrust inside my warm, wet core. I pulsed, feeling the way my pussy tightened at the thought of that, my nails dug into his chest and I found myself slowly grinding on his lap.

“Valerie…” His grunt, deep and sexy, traveled to my ears, and my eyes fluttered close. How many times had I wished I could hear him…and now…I could hear the lust in his voice; I could hear how much he wanted me.

“Please, don’t keep me waiting, Viktor.”

“What do you want?” he demanded, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Instantly, my cheeks warmed, and I felt a sudden flush sliding over my neck and the rest of my body. “You know what…I want.”

“No. Tell me. Say it. Do you want my cock? My fingers? My mouth?” His hands moved up my body, caressing me lightly until they stopped at my chest. My breasts heaved with each shallow breath, and he cupped the two heavy mounds in his palms. My skin was sensitive, and I almost let out a wanton moan when his fingers feathered over my tight nipples through my dress.

“Where do you want me? In your cunt? Your ass?”

“Viktor,” I gasped.

“Tell me, baby.”

I couldn’t think when he was touching me like…that. His hands gently massaged my breasts. Viktor smirked knowingly when he grasped my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, expertly rolling and squeezing the tight buds between his fingers. Pleasure surged through me, and I arched up against his body, unable to remain still. “Or maybe you want me between your tits?”

My eyes snapped open. I didn’t realize I had even closed them, but now I was gasping and staring at Viktor with wide, shocked eyes.

His lips quirked up. “You like the idea of that, myshka? My cock fucking your tits?”

What…oh…the images of him doing something so filthy filtrated through my mind. Viktor stroked my body over my dress, his hands moving lower, over my belly and further down, until he cupped my mound, pressing his palm and rubbing against the sensitive area of me. I cried out, unable to contain the swirling mass of sensation he evoked from me. I was soaking through my panties, clenching and tense. His touch was fire and I couldn’t…breathe.

Liquid warmth pooled between my legs, my inner thighs now saturated with my desire. I groaned out a breath, my head thrown back, whimpering as he gripped my hips and slowly dragged me over his hardened length. He paused for a second before he did it again, guiding me over his cock, rocking me back and forth over him. His boxers still separated us. I still had my panties on, but the thin layers did nothing to stop the sensation building inside the pit of my stomach. I could feel him. Every thick inch of him. And I was soaking him, right through his boxers. My panties clung to my sticky wetness, and it felt like a tight second skin over my sex. I didn’t want anything between us.

Viktor bucked upward, his shaft pressing into me, right where I needed him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this,” he muttered thickly. “Flushed, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, gasping for your next breath, body shuddering. Totally and completely lost in your desire.”

He rubbed against me…oh…so exquisitely slow. So deliciously slow. My lips parted, a silent moan escaping me.

“I have seen you happy. Laughing, smiling. I have seen you sad, in tears. I have seen many sides of you. Your daily expressions. When you wake up. Before you go to sleep. While sleeping. But this…this is my favorite sight of you, Valerie. When you let go…and let yourself feel the pure, unadulterated lust. When you let me make you feel things…dirty filthy things, when you lose that tight control you’ve got.”

Viktor sat up and my eyes closed as his lips found my throat, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. I was helpless, but I didn’t want to fight this—not anymore.

“I have missed seeing you blush like this.” His voice vibrated through my body, and I started to feel hotter, tighter, my skin itching with need.

He ran his hand up and down my sides before moving to my back. His fingers slid up my spine, leisurely, so slowly…I started to twitch in his arms, rubbing harder against him. My pussy clenched, and I swore I felt the sparks throughout my body. Viktor started to thread his fingers into my hair. He fisted it in his hand and pulled my head back.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered harshly.

The moment I opened my eyes, my gaze landed on his. His dark ones were filled with heat, and they were intense. I had to blink and look away.

There was a hollow ache between my thighs, feeling the need to be filled, to be taken. “Please,” I begged.

Viktor’s lips quirked up, devilishly. “I love it when you beg. It makes me so fucking hard, myshka.”

He thrust upward as if to prove his point. His large bulge pressed hard, rubbing over my throbbing clit, and I let out another moan, my eyes widening. “Do you feel me? Do you feel how hard I am for you?”

I nodded speechlessly. All my words and my breath had been stolen from me. Viktor was a thief. He had stolen my heart, my soul…all of me.

“And you want that inside you? You want my fat cock inside you, baby? Say it.”

My lips parted once again, to say something, but I couldn’t. I did the only thing I could. I grabbed his face, and my lips were instantly devouring his. His tongue pushed past my lips, and I let him in, let him stroke the inside of my mouth. He sucked on my tongue before biting down on my lips. When I let out a hoarse whimper, something between the line of pleasure and pain, Viktor tsked darkly before he pulled away.

Quickly, he moved and the world tilted. Within seconds, he had me over my knees on the bed, my ass in the air, my thighs parted, and I was…naked. It happened so fast. The cold air brushed against my skin and my heated, wet center, and I shivered, trying to press my legs together again.

“No, don’t you dare.” Viktor moved his knees between my thighs, parting them again, until I was wide open for him.

Thick, blunt fingers played across my weeping opening. He pressed heavily over my pulsing nub before teasing my lips apart. His touch was warm, igniting something fierce and needy inside me.

His fingers were now slick with my juices, and he rubbed me, slowly at first. His touch was soft, so gentle. He teased me. He played me. He made me want more until I was pressing my face into the pillows and holding back my desperate cries.

The pressure between my thighs built and became unbearable. A deep flush rushed over my body, and I felt my insides turning hotter, soaking, tight…

Oh God.

His body molded over mine, his front pressing into my back. The curve of my ass fitted perfectly against his groin, and I felt his hard, big bulge between my thighs. His lips caressed my throat before he bit my earlobe gently.

“Pray all you want, myshka. But the only one coming tonight is you. God has no place here. Not tonight.”

I hadn’t realized I had said that out loud, but Viktor’s words made me grow more damp between my legs. I felt my slick juices coating the inner part of my thighs, and I clenched, as if to try and keep my pool of desires inside me.

My breath hitched when he cupped my throat and drew my head back. My back curved, my neck stretching up as he held me there. Without warning, Viktor pressed the heel of his palm against the hood of my throbbing clit and he rubbed me. Oh my—

I let out a cry when he unexpectedly pushed his finger right into my wet, waiting channel. So deep…

He pulled out and pushed back in, two fingers now. He rubbed my walls, his two fingers scissoring inside me, teasing, mastering my pleasure and forcing out loud, desperate moans from me. Viktor kept his palm pressed into my mound while he fingered me, pushing in me rough and deep.

His chest rumbled with a chuckle as he kept his body over mine, crowding my space, pushing into my back so I could feel all of him. “My cock is much bigger than my two fingers, Valerie. Thicker. Longer. Do you think you’re ready for that now?”

I could only moan in response. The image of him pushing his shaft inside me flashed behind my close lids, and I bit on my lips, shuddering at the thought of him forcing an orgasm out of me. Not with his fingers. But with his cock. Thrust after thrust. My body inviting him in, Viktor pushing inside me like he owned me.

Lust drove me to the point of insanity, and I dangled over the edge, breathless.

Viktor palmed me between the legs roughly and then pulled his fingers out of my clenching core. I let out a hoarse cry when he slapped his palm over my pussy, a tiny smack but enough to sting and make me throb. Shit.

“You heard that? Yeah, I think you’re ready…wet enough for me now.”

His warmth disappeared for a second, and I looked over my shoulder just when he settled his big body over mine again. His lips feathered over the side of my temple at the same time I felt his hard length sliding up between my thighs. He inched closer, his hot pulsing cock nudging the opening of my heated sex. He teased my lips apart with the thick head of his cock, rubbing my sensitive spot slowly while grunting deliciously in my ear. His groan felt like melted chocolate sliding over my skin, so deliciously—decadently—so warm and soft, vibrating through my bones. It was my favourite sound coming from him.

The hearing aids had come as a blessing to me. I loved that I could hear him now.

His groan. His voice. His desperate grunts. His need for me. I could hear it all while also feeling it.

I gasped for a breath when he slid inside, just a little bit while keeping most of his length out of me. “How much do you want me, Valerie?” he growled in my ear, before his teeth crazed my sensitive flesh where my shoulder met with my neck. He bit down before softening the bite with his tongue, licking and soothing the sting.

“I want you. A lot. I have denied us this moment for too long,” I whispered before giving my hips a delicate roll. Viktor hissed before sliding further in. He thrust inside with one smooth stroke.

He paused once he was seated deep. His breathing sounded harsh in my ears, almost like he was struggling with something. With himself.

I held still too, waiting for him. “Viktor,” I murmured, my breath short and shallow.

Viktor. His name was both a prayer and a song on my lips.

His breath stuttered across my neck before his lips touched my skin, kissing me softly. He pulled out before thrusting into my waiting core again. “Fuck,” he grunted and swore under his breath. “No matter how many times I have taken you…you still wrap around me so tight. It still feels as good as the first time. Jesus Christ. Even better.”

His filthy words made me wetter, and I clenched around his long, thick cock. A low moan escaped me, and I pushed my hips back, silently demanding more. Viktor chuckled before popping a smack over my ass. It stung for a moment, but then the heat that traveled all the way to my core made me purr.

“More,” I demanded, utterly breathless in need. I sucked in a gasping breath when he thrust, pulled away, and thrust inside again. I was swollen and needy, aching and throbbing.

“I want to see your face.”

Viktor flipped me over the moment the words escaped past my lips. My body arched up when he pushed inside again, not giving me the time to blink…to think…to breathe.

His eyes were scorching hot with need and tenderness. Viktor continued to hide his heartbreak well, behind a mask of lust or love. All for me.

The feel of him, it was both an intense feeling of joy and pain.

Joy…because to see us connected like this, to feel us moving in sync, it was magic.

Pain…because it took me so long to realize that we both needed to relieve ourselves of this guilt.

I trembled all over when Viktor pushed his hands underneath me, tilting my hips up. He angled me in a way that with every thrust, I could feel him. So deep. Shit.

His pelvis rubbed against my clit, sending shocking, illicit waves through my body. His groan vibrated through his chest, and I felt it against my heart.

I curled my arms around him. “Valerie,” he gritted as he jerked inside me.

“I’ve got you,” I told him. My nails scraped over the back of his head before I folded my arms around his neck. It seemed as if he couldn’t stop his hips from pistoning into me, chasing our release and forcing a pleasurable coil inside my stomach. His movements turned quick and jerky, a little untamed—like a wild beast. His face tightened and darkened eyes bore into mine.

I saw my world in there.

I saw all our promises, all our heartbreaks, and all our love.

My chest grew tight, and when my lungs clenched, I fought back a silent cry.

“I love you,” I whispered.

His neck was corded with muscles, his body covered with a sheen of sweat as he continued to pump almost punishingly into me.

Viktor hissed low in his throat before pounding so hard inside that my body moved up the bed. My eyes almost rolled at the back of my head as delicious sparks ran through my body.

My ankles locked around his legs, forcing us together. I never wanted to let go.

“I am sorry.” Another broken whisper from me. “I am so sorry.”

He wouldn’t say a word. His grunts and groans were my only answers.

The room was now saturated with our scent, the smell of sex—fucking and love-making.

I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, while his gaze stayed glued to me. Our lips met, like a violent storm. Hard. Bruising. Wild.

A kiss filled with torment.

A kiss of devotion.

A kiss…asking for salvation.

A broken kiss, begging for renewed hope.

How could be a kiss be so beautiful yet so brutal?

So exquisite—almost heavenly, yet so agonizing?

I didn’t know where he ended and I started. We became one, as our souls and bodies collided together. I wore his love and his anger like a warm cloak.

Lips to lips. Kisses after kisses, he thrust inside me, stealing pieces of me I have kept hidden for so long, pieces I never knew existed.

Through each touch, I became more convinced this love story had been written in the stars hundreds of years ago, while it waited for the right moment to happen.

Eyes locked in a deep gaze, I held Viktor in my embrace.

His dark eyes glazed over and his body shuddered on top of me. He pushed a hand between us, where we were connected. His finger slid over my nub, teasing me. Viktor rubbed my clit as he drove inside with each untamed thrust.

It was all consuming and raw. He was making love to me while fucking a part of himself into me. Lust and pain. Rage and passion. A storm of emotions, drowning us under the crashing waters. It was truly a never ending cycle of madness—delicate in ways that would make insanity look sane.

Pleasure coursed through my body, starting at the pit of my stomach. My pussy clenched around his hardness, and I felt him pulse. We moved in sync, our bodies finding each other in a maddening rhythm of war and tenderness. One more thrust, so hard I thought I’d never forget the feel of him. Viktor Ivanshov was deeply ingrained inside me.

I found my release first, my body arching off the bed, my head thrown back. His cock pinned me underneath him as I trembled with the aftermath of finding my release. “Valerie.” His voice was a guttural whisper. Viktor buried his face in my neck. His lips touched my vein, where my heart seemed to beat right through.

I clamped around him, but he dragged his length outside of me and then plunged inside one last time.

We moaned together as he found his own release too, rooted deep inside.

Rippling waves of pleasure seemed to rock through his body, and I felt them too. I shook with each breath, my body now feeling quite satisfied and weak.

It seemed as if this moment lasted forever, yet it was over too quick.

My hands caressed his back, his muscles tightening under my touch. “I love you,” I told him again. “I love you, Viktor.”

He made a sound at the back of his throat. It sounded pained. “And I am so sorry. For punishing you. For punishing us.”

When he wouldn’t say anything, I resolved to begging. “Say something.”

“Valerie…” he started but then broke off. Viktor cleared his throat before finally speaking. “I have just spent two weeks, thinking and living with the thought that you were going to leave me and walk away.”

Was this what heartbreak felt like?

Because it felt as if my heart had just been torn out of my chest.

“I thought…it was the end of us. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t reach you. You were somewhere else, so far away. I could only love you from afar, and that was the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

Viktor lifted his head up, and I choked back a sob now. His expression looked downright tortured. I caressed his face, trying to erase all the pain I have caused him. “I am never leaving you and never letting go.”

“Do you mean that?” His voice was ragged.

“I vowed.”

Viktor’s eyes shuttered closed, and he exhaled a shuddering breath before sinking into me. His heavy weight settled over my body. It was uncomfortable at first, my chest caving in, and I couldn’t quite breathe properly. But I only wrapped my arms around him.

He was still buried deep inside of me. I was sore now, still pulsing from the aftermath, but I couldn’t bring myself to complain. I missed this intimacy. The moment after—just holding each other, inhaling his scent and feeling his breath feathering over my skin.

Viktor nuzzled my breasts before laying his head on my chest. “Don’t let go,” he murmured, almost sleepily now. “Don’t ever fucking let go.”

Never, I vowed.

He quickly fell asleep, his breathing evened out, and his body grew heavier on top of me. I peeked down into his face and saw the relaxed expression on his face.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

I closed my eyes too, hugging my man close and snuggling into him. This was the perfect moment of bliss. It was in his comforting silence and the warmth of him, that I felt the true meaning of love.

We were going to move on. We could leave the past behind and make new memories. A new beginning.

For the first time since that day, I felt like I could finally breathe without the feeling of guilt crushing my chest. Ayla had been right.

We just had to let go, to forgive and choose the path of moving on. Dwelling in the past would only hinder our future.

Sleep found me soon after and the last thought in my mind…

I loved him and I was never going to leave him. Viktor Ivanshov. My savior. My dark knight. My warrior. My Prince, tainted by blood and war. If I had to, I’d spent the rest of my life showing him how much I loved him so he’d never doubt me again.