Captured By A Sinner: Chapter 32

With Viktor’s body covering mine, I feel so much better.

Because he’s home to me.

I regret wasting three years fighting with him.

The man who killed so easily yesterday stares at me with so much tenderness. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to live on your own for longer.”

I shrug. “It’s overrated. Turns out no one wants to hire someone who doesn’t have experience.”

He brushes his fingers over the curve of my jaw. “I can talk to Aunt Isabella.”

A frown starts to form on my forehead. “About a job?”

Viktor nods. “When you’re ready, of course. There’s no rush. And if you don’t want to work, that’s fine with me too.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, I start to feel excited. “Do you think she’ll let me help her with saving sex slaves?”

His eyebrow darts up. “Hell no, I’m not letting you near any action. Let the experts deal with the sex traffickers. But you can help her find new homes for the girls and get them settled. She used to have someone who helped her, but Ana got married to her bodyguard and moved to Russia with him. Since then, my mom tries to help, but she has her own charity work to take care of.”

“I can help both of them,” I say, really starting to get excited. It will be a way to pay penance for all the evil my family has done.

He lowers his head, feathering kisses over my bruises. “I’ll support whatever you want to do, moya Malen’kaya Roza, as long as it doesn’t put you in danger.”

“Thank you.”

I bring my left hand to his jaw and brush my fingers lightly over the stubble. “I never asked, but when’s your birthday?”

“January fourth,” he answers.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight.”

My eyebrows bunch together. “How old were you when you took over the bratva?”

“Twenty-four-ish.” He smiles. “But I started training when I turned seven.”

“Dear God,” I gasp. “So you never got to be just a normal kid?”

“I got the best of both worlds, moya Malen’kaya Roza. I grew up in a loving home, but my father and uncle also taught me everything I needed to know.”

“So you weren’t unhappy?”

Viktor shakes his head. “No. I can’t complain about my life.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Except for when you left me. Now, that sucked ass.”

I tilt my head, my eyes caressing his attractive face. “It did.” My fingers trail down the side of his neck and over his shoulder. Nerves and anticipation start to spin in my stomach as I whisper, “Will you make love to me?”

Viktor looks deep into my eyes. “Every day of our lives together, moya Malen’kaya Roza.” He pushes his body off me and starts to undress me.

When he has me naked, his hands brush up my sides. His eyes drift over my body with so much amazement.

“You make me feel precious,” I admit.

“You are precious,” he murmurs as he pushes my legs open and looks at the valley between my thighs. “And so fucking beautiful.”

Viktor hooks an arm beneath my left leg and positions it over his shoulder, then his tongue swipes through my folds.

My breathing hitches as I reach down to brush my fingers through his hair. His eyes lock with mine, then he sucks on my clit until I’m breathless and unable to keep from rubbing myself hard on his face.

My fingers tighten in his hair, and I push his face as hard as I can against me, whimpers and cries spilling from me as my pleasure remains out of my reach.

“Viktor,” I gasp. “Please.”

His teeth nip at my sensitive flesh before he sucks me so hard, I see stars. My body starts to convulse, and as my release finally hits, I can only let out soft moans.

When I start to come down, he crawls up my body and starts to kiss me with so much passion it brings tears to my eyes.

He doesn’t enter me immediately but continues to kiss me as if it’s all he wants to do for the rest of our lives.

This is one of the reasons I love Viktor. Even though he can be brutal, he has such a tender side when it comes to me.

After seeing what he’s capable of, I realized just how patient and caring he was with me even though I kept pushing him away.

No, he didn’t kidnap me. He saved me and captured my heart.

I break the kiss, and breathless, I say, “I love you so much.”

Viktor’s mouth curves up into a hot smile. “Slava ne mogut apisat’ mayu u lyubof’ k tebe, moya Malen’kaya Roza.”

“What does that mean?”

“Words can’t describe my love for you, my Little Rose.”

My eyes fill with tears, but Viktor stops them from falling with a kiss that curls my toes. I feel his hard length between my legs, and lifting my hips, I start to rub myself against him.

“Jesus,” he mutters into my mouth, his hands moving to my breasts and tweaking my nipples into hard peaks. He peppers hungry kisses down my throat while thrusting against me.

I love the friction of his hardness rubbing against me. My hips jerk faster and faster, but then he suddenly pulls away. Pushing his hand down between us, he takes hold of himself and presses his cock against my opening.

Bracing himself on his left arm, he looks down at where he’s entering me, but it’s barely an inch before he pulls out and rubs over my clit again.

“Viktor,” I complain, which only earns me a dark chuckle.

He starts to torture me by only giving me an inch, then rubbing my clit. It drives me wild until my left hand claws at the back of his neck.

“Please,” I beg. “Please.”

Suddenly, Viktor slams into me. Although it hurts, the pain is nothing compared to the first time.

He buries himself to the hilt, his eyes drifting shut with pleasure. “Christ, moya Malen’kaya Roza. Your pussy takes me so well.”

Heat flushes through me, and I clench around his hard length.

Slowly, he pulls out before plunging back into me with a hard thrust that moves my body up, making pleasure light up in my core.

His eyes burn on my face as his right hand grips my hip. “I love how tight you are. You fit me like a glove.”

I only manage to take half a breath when he thrusts inside me again. His fingers dig into my skin to hold me in place, then he starts to pick up his pace until he’s hammering so hard into me, I can only gasp.

My hips start to move on their own, trying to meet his desperate thrusts as the sound of our love-making fills the room.

Viktor pushes his left hand beneath my butt, and he grips the cheeks so tight I can’t move my hips. His right hand wraps around my throat and he fucks me so hard I can’t think straight.

I can only gasp and moan as he owns every inch of me.

His eyes burn into mine, his features drawn tight with brutal possessiveness.

All the friction of his pelvis rubbing against my clit and his cock filling me roughly sends me tumbling over the cliff. A scream is torn from me, and my vision goes black as my body practically has a seizure from the consuming pleasure ravaging me.

“That’s it, baby. You clamp so fucking hard around me when you come,” he grumbles near my parted lips.

The waves of ecstasy keep hitting until Viktor enters me so hard, the slap of skin echoes through the room. With him buried deep inside me, his body jerks, and he lets out the sexiest groan.

Just as I start to come down, Viktor thrusts again, and it sends residual spasms through my body, making me twitch like a live wire.

His lips brush against mine as he praises me, “Such a good girl.”

When he slams into me for the last time, he presses his forehead to mine. “Feel that, moya Malen’kaya Roza. We’re one.”

My lips curve up. “I love that.”

With the pleasure fading and our breaths returning to normal, Viktor pulls out of me. We both freeze at the same time.

My eyes widen when I feel something warm trickle out of me.

Viktor’s head snaps down, then he curses, “Blyadʹ, I took you bare.”

“Oh shit,” I gasp, also looking down. The sight of Viktor’s hard length glistening with a mixture of my arousal and blood distracts me for a moment.

“I’m all for us having kids one day, but not now. I’ll get you a morning-after pill today.”

I nod. “Please.”

Viktor moves back until he’s resting on his knees, and it’s only then I really notice the tattooed star above each of his knees.

Before my thoughts can drift to when he kneeled in front of me, he swipes a finger through my slit.

My eyebrows fly up as he looks at the blood-tainted mixture. His eyes flick to mine, then he asks, “Did I take your virginity?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I was self-conscious,” I answer honestly.

“Which other firsts do I own?”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Pretty much all of them except for kissing.”

Satisfaction darkens his eyes. “Good. So only I will know what your pussy tastes like and how you moan when you come.”

Using my left hand, I push myself up into a sitting position. “You’re also my first love.”

I’ve been infatuated before, but Viktor is the first man I’ve fallen irrevocably in love with.

“And I’ll be your last,” he says with a low tone, clearly stating he’ll never let me go.