Page 29 of Owning Him
No one to take care of me. No one to kiss me goodnight. No one to make sure I'd eaten or ask how my day had been.
Then Viktor came along and somehow stepped into all those empty spaces in my life.
Maybe that's why I have the urge to call him Daddy.
Outside these walls, I can be as much of a boss bitch as I want. But with him, in private, I don't have to.
I let him take control. I let him tell me what to do.
Viktor lets out a strangled gasp.
"What did you say?" he wheezes.
"You heard me," I tease softly, intoxicated by the power the word has over him. "Daddy protects me. Daddy makes sure I'm taken care of. And when I'm a bad girl and hide things from him, daddy spanks me. It just... it felt so right, Viktor. Having you take control."
I can tell that he wants to grab me, to devour me right here on the floor. He likes it too much. Hearing me submit to him.
Do it.
He trembles from head to toe, doubling over with a groan as a dark spot forms on his trousers. He came undone.
My thighs press together as my pussy starts weeping, and I lean up to press my lips to his. But the moment our lips touch, Viktor turns his head so my lips only brush the stubbled skin of his jaw.
"No... Daddy needs to work before he can touch you."
Hearing him call himself daddy makes me want to rub my pussy all over him, just to get some relief.
"You do not get to tempt me out of my vow. Go to bed."
It’s like strings connected from the sky move me to my bedroom, like a little doll that wants to obey. But my core is throbbing. He didn't give in, leaving me completely incinerating in my own heat.
Chapter Eighteen
Viktor
Daddy.
The word has been looping in my head.Valentina’s daddy.
Before her, the word would have turned my stomach. It would have tasted like the brothels. But Valentina breaks every single rule. Coming from her mouth, it didn’t feel dirty. It meant protecting her. Vetting her life. Feeding her when she’s too stubborn to stop working. And one day—soon, fucking her the way she needs to be fucked at night. Giving her what she so desperately wants but is too proud to admit to.
I don't know when my feelings for Valentina changed from indifference into a burning purpose.
A purpose to protect her. To care for her. To punish her when she's being a brat.
Maybe it's because she's the only person in this world who helped me when I was nothing, without expecting anything in return. She offered me a hand when both of mine were empty, when I had nothing to give back to her.
Maybe that's where it started.
But things changed. So completely that I can no longer imagine a purpose in life that doesn't begin and end with her.
When I escaped the brothels, I never expected this. If I'd ever had the courage to imagine a future for myself at all, I would have thought my purpose would be survival.
Never a woman.
But Valentina isn't just a woman.
She's the reason I push forward when the ghosts of my past try to drag me back under. She sees the worst parts of me and accepts them anyway.
