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“I don’t know. Dad sent me to Dimi’s for a few days. When I got home, they both acted like nothing had happened.”
“Was she okay? Did he… did he hurt her?”
“My parents are the most in love people you’ll ever meet. However he punished her; it was something they both agreed on. She broke a rule and he disciplined her. I thought their relationship was normal, because my mom and dad are the happiest couple I know. She doesn’t resent him for bringing her back in line when she tests the boundaries, and he doesn’t resent her for pushing the limits and breaking the rules.”
I nod, because I guess it does make sense, but absently I wonder if she hates him just a little bit, or if she breaks the rules as an excuse to get him to spank her.
We fall silent when Tanya rounds the corner of the house, carrying a large tray. Placing it down, she puts a glass of ice water in front of each of us and then the glass of juice and a small platter of fruits, slices of meat, cheese, and some nuts in the center of the table. “Let me know if you need anything else.”
“Thanks, Tanya,” Vik says, smiling politely.
Nodding, she smiles wistfully back at him, then leaves.
“Here, drink this,” Vik says, handing me one of the glasses of water.
Taking it from him, I bring it to my lips and take a sip.
“No, all of it. There can be a sort of come down after a spanking, you need to stay hydrated.” Lifting the bottom of the glass he forces me to drink quickly as the water rushes into my mouth.
“Do you spank all your kidnap victims?” I ask when I’ve downed half the glass and he’s lowered his hand.
“No.” He laughs. “You’re my first kidnappee. But yes, I have spanked women before. Not the way I did with you. It was more of a sex thing when I’ve done it in the past.”
“Oh.” I nod, unsure how to reply to that.
“What was unexpected, is that I enjoyed spanking you, even though I knew it wasn’t going to lead to anything, much more than I’ve ever enjoyed a prequel to sex spanking with other women,” he says distractedly,
“Wow, that’s weird,” I sass before I can stop myself.
“I know,” he agrees, wrinkling his brow in consternation.
“Maybe you are a sadist.” This time I actually slap my hand over my mouth to stop any more words coming out.
His laugh is warm and unexpected. Turning in his seat so he’s sitting sideways and facing me, he reaches out a finger and runs it along the edge of my jaw. “Maybe it’s just you. I enjoyed having my hand around your throat yesterday too. I enjoyed knowing I was in control of something as tangible as the breath you take. But I’m sorry for hurting you that way.”
“You’re sorry?” I question.
“Yes. I was angry that you’d let someone else into your delectable body, but I shouldn’t have touched you while I was feeling that way. I hurt you pointlessly, and for that I’m sorry. I’m also sorry for being an asshole. Contrary to what I’ve shown you so far, I’m generally considered to be the easy going one of the three of us, but you seem to be somewhat of a trigger for me.”
“Okay?” I say, furrowing my brow. “I’m not sure if you’re sorry that you hurt me, or if you’re just sorry that you were an asshole about it?”
“Do you know what the first thing you did, the first day I watched you was?”
I shake my head.
“You were wearing your uniform, that fucking cheerleader outfit, with chuck taylors and your hair in bunches with those huge cheer bows in them. You were walking to work and some asshole was catcalling at you. He blocked your path, and tried to drag you off the street and into an alley.”
“I remember that,” I admit, shuddering as memories of the feeling of his hands on me and his disgusting whiskey tainted breath fill my mind.
“I shouted at him to let you go and he ran off, down the same alleyway he’d tried to take you into. Instead of following you, I followed him. He wasn’t even sorry, he was singing to himself and smiling. Until that moment, I didn’t realize I was already thinking of you as ours. But the idea that he thought he could put his hands on you. That he could touch what belonged to me and my brothers, infuriated me. So, I slit his throat, then I stood back and watched the life poor out of him.” Sucking in a shallow breath, Viktor looks down at me, his eyes hooded and so fucking intense, that I feel myself shudder beneath his penetrating gaze.
“I decided then and there that you were going to be mine. Be ours. I’ve been possessive of you ever since. I wasn’t even sure I could share you with my brothers. I’m sorry that I hurt you in anger. I’m sorry that I was an asshole and I’m sorry that I ever suggested that I’d take your body without consent. But know this, Alabama Belova, I will have you. I don’t care if I have to crawl on my knees and beg for a taste, eventually we’ll make you want us just as much as we want you.”
“Viktor,” I sigh.
“Call me Vik, Baby. I won’t touch you sexually without your permission, except for kissing you. I can’t resist those lips and soon you’ll kiss me back, you’ll be so desperate you won’t be able to help yourself. But I promise I’ll never hurt you in anger again. Do you believe me?”
Exhaling, I look up at him and wonder how stupid it would be to tell him I do believe him. I’m not sure he’s sorry for the reason I want him to be, but I believe that he honestly never intended to hurt me just because he was pissed, so I nod. “I believe you. But I don’t want you to kiss me either.”
