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“Relax, Emerson,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly. “You can do this. Just breathe, and let your body take over.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to focus on the sensation of him in her mouth. As she did, he began to thrust slowly, his hips moving rhythmically. Emerson tried to time her breathing with his movements, inhaling deeply as he pushed in, and exhaling as he pulled back.
Soon, she found a rhythm, and with each thrust, she was able to take him a little deeper.
She felt a sense of accomplishment, knowing that she was doing his bidding and that she was providing him with pleasure. When his breath started to become ragged and she felt him swell in her mouth, he pulled away, his eyes intent on hers.
“That’s enough, Emerson,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She groaned in frustration.
“Will you tell me now?”
“Bastard,” she hissed softly.
“Not true, but some of my ancestors were. You will not win this fight.”
“Why can’t you just let it alone,” she cried, hating the way her voice broke.
“Because I can’t. I will not allow you to carry whatever burden it is that weighs so heavily on you. Talk to me, dushka.”
She shook her head, dropping her eyes to the floor, not because she was feeling submissive but because she knew that if she didn’t, she would tell him everything, and that she wasn’t willing to do.
He helped her up from her knees, lifting her up and settling her on the bed, the cool fabric of the sheets brushing against her overheated skin. Viktor crawled onto the bed, between her legs, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself. Taking a deep breath, his gaze never breaking contact with hers, he slowly, deliberately began to enter her.
Emerson felt the pressure of his cock against her entrance, the heat of his skin against hers, and then a sudden rush of pleasure as he pressed in, inch by inch. Her hips naturally began to move in response, yearning for more, and Viktor met her with each thrust, increasing the pace until they were both moving in a frenetic symphony.
“That’s it, Emerson,” he breathed, his voice a rough whisper in her ear. “Take it all. Take everything I have to give to you.”
Emerson moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy as he continued to fuck her, his strokes becoming harder, faster. The pleasure was overwhelming—her climax was like a tidal wave of sensation crashing down and through her, and she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips bucked, her body arching up to meet his touch.
“Good girl,” Viktor groaned, his fingers reaching to release the devices on her nipples, sending fresh blood through them that only sent her into another orgasm before the last one had even had time to recede.
Viktor’s hips continued to move, driving her further and further over the edge until she felt like she was floating above the bed. From the way he cried out, when she felt him pulsing inside her, Emerson knew he was right there with her. She clung to him as their bodies trembled together, their cries of pleasure filling the air. When he finally slowed, he pulled out of her and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips.
“My god, that was amazing,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice. “I mean it’s always been glorious, but that…”
He smiled and stroked her face. “Talk to me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. You must. Whatever it is, I promise it will be better if you do. Even if you allow me to do nothing, we will both feel better. Won’t you trust me?”
If he’d continued to be cold and distant, she might have been able to resist him, but he wasn’t, and she knew she didn’t want to continue on alone as she had before.
“It’s Oliver Toney.”
Viktor perked up, like a feral predator who heard the sound of unsuspecting prey snapping a twig beneath its feet. “What about Toney?”
“It’s in my purse—a document signed by my father, back when he and my mom were creating Ravenel Reliance, giving him the company if we don’t pay him off within the next fourteen days.”
Viktor rose from the bed, pushing her back down when she made to follow him. He crossed the room to where she’d left her purse and pulled out the document, scanning it quickly.
“Is that all?” he said, looking back at her. She nodded. “Have you had this authenticated? Forgive me. Stupid question. You would obviously know your father’s signature, but is there any way you—or Toney, for that matter—can prove that it is correct?”
“I’m assuming he can.”
Viktor nodded. “Do not let it trouble you. I will pay him.”
