Page 32 of Owning Him
"Valentina!" he roars, slamming both of my wrists over my head. He then grips my jaw to force my face straight up into his. His chest presses down against my bare stomach, trapping me.
"Listen to me," he hisses, his hot breath fanning across my lips. "A drunk woman threw herself at me. But I didn't touch her. I didn't want her."
I didn't touch her.
I didn’t want her.
The words slowly douse the fire that had turned every single one of my organs into an inferno. The blinding red tint in my vision begins to recede. That filthy word is right on the tip of my tongue.Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.I violently bite my lower lip to keep from saying it. I shouldn't.
We are so close that his lips are brushing mine with every heavy breath he takes. His eyes are crazed, darting all over my face to see if the territorial monster inside me is finally appeased.
I am.
He works himself to the bone forme, despite me telling him a million times that I don't want or need him to. He protectsme. He comes home tome. He can have beautiful women throwing themselves at his feet, and his skin crawls because he only wantsme. So yes, I am appeased. Slightly.
I know he desperately wants to stick to his vow. But looking at the lipstick smudged across his skin, I completely lose the ability to control myself.
With my wrists still pinned above my head, I arch my neck upward, parting my lips over the smudge and sucking hard.
"Valentina," he warns. "Stop."
I slide my mouth down to his neck, ignoring his warning as I suck hickeys into his skin, using my tongue to lick away the remnants of the lipstick stains.
When I finally pull back, panting, I look up at him. The muscles are leaping in his cheek. He angles his hips away from me so I won't feel his hard cock.
"I am a man of my word, arrogant girl," he whispers. "I won't give in until my vow is complete. You will not break me."
I kiss him, cutting him off.
It is our very first real kiss, and it feels like fireworks. It’s like a pack of pop rocks exploding across my lips. The heat of it travels lower, directly into my underwear. Intoxicated by the taste of him, I try to coax his mouth open, parting my lips to slip my tongue inside, desperate to suck on his.
But before I can, Viktor flings himself off me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growls as he stumbles backward onto the hardwood floor. He paces like a caged tiger.
Daddy, my mind screams. Come back. I want to say it so badly it physically aches, but I slap my hand firmly over my own mouth to stop it.
He stops pacing, looking completely untamed. "You arrogant, prideful girl. You want to see me lose my control so badly? Fine. Look at what you do to me."
His hands drop to his belt, stripping off his trousers and his boxers.
A primal instinct tells me to turn and run. How is that humanly possible? He is huge. There is absolutely no way I can satisfy him. There is no way I can take that. I am twenty-seven years old, and I have had a grand total of three dicks in my life—and absolutely none of them were remotely that big.
He wraps his massive hand around himself, his knuckles turning white as he begins to jerk off right in front of me.
"You want your daddy, Valentina?" he rough-talks, his tone dropping into a filthy purr that makes my head spin. "This is all you get tonight. You won't make me break my vow, but I am going to make sure you know exactly who handles you."
Hearing him call himself daddy completely short-circuits the last of my sanity. Before I can think about my pride or my dignity, I press my pelvis hard against the cushion and start to hump.
Viktor lets out a groan at the sight, his hand moving faster, his veins straining against his forearms.
"Yeah, ride it," he growls, his face contorting with pleasure. "Because that is all daddy is going to give you. No more. Not until I've earned every single inch of you."
His body goes completely rigid, his release hitting the hardwood floor between us. At the sight, I orgasm too, egged on by his manly groans.
What have I unleashed?
I bury my face in the couch, screaming internally at how incredibly stubborn his mind is. I want him to touch me already. With every single day that passes, my guilt about this whole situation winds down. It winds down because I’m watching Viktor become completely independent every day, building things for himself. An empire. He doesn’t need me anymore, so in my mind, the power dynamic is gone. He can touch me.
