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“A wedding could be fun, you could get all dressed up in a big poofy white dress and once all the I do’s are done, I could crawl under your skirt and eat your pussy until you came all over my face.” His tone is so nonchalant and calm, even as he talks about eating me out.
“Viktor,” I rasp.
“Vik, only my mother calls me Viktor.” He chuckles.
“Vik—”
“I’ll get you some bright red, crotchless panties to wear beneath your virginal white dress, then I won’t even have to get you undressed to lick you. Dimi can have the priest and the pomp and circumstance he loves so much and then the moment it’s done; I’ll bend you over the altar and eat your cunt until my face is coated in your juices. Then I’ll feed you my dick while Lev watches. He likes that… to watch. I like it too. But he’ll enjoy watching me choke you with my cock and when my cum is filling your stomach, he’ll move in behind you and fuck your wet pussy until it’s sloppy and dripping with his cum.”
Listening to him makes my chest tight, and each breath I take becomes a ragged gasp. I’m scared. Frightened of the things he’s saying, but equally as scared about how much my body is reacting to what he’s describing.
My entire sexual experience is one bout of fumbling sex with a gay guy. Unlike other girls, I never experimented in high school. All the bases except a home run are a mystery to me, and listening to Vik talk so freely about the things he would do to me is as terrifying as it is exhilarating.
“You okay, Baby? You’re looking a little flushed over there. I know I was talking about the wedding night, but I’m here for any needs you have before then too.” He winks.
“I-I-I…” I stutter, finally just closing my mouth and clamping my lips together so no sound can come out.
“Are you needy now, Baby? I can help with that. All you have to do is ask.”
I absolutely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be thinking about saying yes, but it’s like he’s put a spell on me and my mind is suddenly thinking about all the ways a man can pleasure a woman.
“Your drink,” Tanya says, interrupting our charged moment. Her forced polite tone is icy enough to pour a bucket of metaphorical freezing water over my charged body, and I shuffle away from Vik, needing distance from his enticing scent and seductive words.
“Thanks, T,” Vik says, sounding like he’s speaking through gritted teeth.
Putting the glass down on the table with a little more force than necessary, Tanya leaves and silence settles over us like a thick blanket on a hot day.
“So, what were you doing in the kitchen?” Vik asks, shattering the quiet moment.
“I figured it was time to stop sulking in the bedroom. I bumped into Tanya and she offered to give me the tour, we’d just paused in the kitchen when you found us.”
“Not that you don’t look good in my shirt and Lev’s pants, but we picked out an entire closet full of clothes for you.” It’s not exactly a question, but it’s clear he’s expecting a response.
“I’m sure they’re all very nice clothes, but I’m not exactly a pastel silk kind of a girl,” I say, trying to sound both polite and snarky at the same time.
“What if that’s what we expect you to be?” he asks, his lips pursed into a half pout that should make him look ridiculous, but instead makes him seem even more attractive. Vik isn’t classically beautiful, even though he’s incredibly pretty. He’s tall, muscular and built, but it’s his imperfections that somehow make him so appealing. His nose has clearly been broken at some point, so it’s slightly broader at the top. There’s a scar dissecting his eyebrow and another hidden just at the edge of his hairline.
His eyes are a glowing amber color, and his hair is so dark it’s almost black. There’s a few days of scruff lining his jaw, that both softens the lines of his face, and makes him look more menacing at the same time. Vik is an optical illusion that allows him to morph from laughing and harmless, to dark and terrifying in the blink of an eye.
Even barely knowing the three men who kidnapped me, I know that even though Dimitri’s aloofness could be construed as dangerous, Vik is the one who is the most ruthless and lethal.
I need to remember that, even though right now he’s being flirty and playful, he could change in the blink of an eye and probably slit my throat without an ounce of remorse.
“If sweet pastel and blemishless silk is what you want, then you kidnapped the wrong woman,” I tell him softly.
His loud laugh makes me flinch, which in turn only makes him smile wider. “Lev picked the clothes. I’d rather you be naked all the time, and Dimi will dress you how he wants you to look without giving a shit what you want.”
It’s a warning, even if he’s not threatening me, so I nod, letting him know that I heard.
“Drink your juice. We don’t tend to eat ’til late, but if you’re hungry, I’ll have Roza make you something light.”
“No, I’m fine,” I say quickly, sniffing the juice before bringing the glass to my lips and taking a sip. It’s sweet and familiar, although I don’t know what fruit it came from.
“Good?”
“Very. What is it?”
“Probably a mix of mango, guava, and passionfruit, they’re common over here.” Shuffling closer to me, Vik, turns to the side, draping his arm along the back of the sofa, his body relaxed and calm. “So, Alabama, tell me about you.”
