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“I’m going to hurt him,” he warns. “You won’t like it.”
I shrug. “What’s me being there going to change?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly,” I say, pulling the ends of my wedding dress up and walking toward him. “I’d like to come with you.”
He narrows his eyes at me, but ultimately relents. “Alright, but you need to change. I don’t want to get blood on your dress.”
I know he’s trying to get me to second-guess myself, but it’s not going to work. Either I’m in this, or I’m not, and after letting him wrap his hands around my neck yesterday and own my body entirely, I’m going to have to be in it. What other choice do I have?
“What about your suit?” I ask as I strip down in front of him.
His eyes immediately fall to my breasts, taking in the sight of me in my bridal lingerie before I can throw on a t-shirt and jeans. His hunger is palpable, lighting a fuse in me that’s going to explode before the night is over.
“Hello? Suit?” I ask, covering my torso with a baggy grey t-shirt.
He blinks a few times before looking up at my face again. “Oh, um, yeah. Don’t worry about that.”
I laugh as I jump into a pair of blue jeans. “You’re going to interrogate him naked or something? Seems a little odd, but I wouldn’t put it past you, considering how kinky you’ve turned out to be so far.”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face. This is the type of banter he enjoys. He secretly needs someone to tease and defy him, maybe just so he can put them in their place later.
My heart hammers in my chest at the thought of him doing that to me again. The casino closet was incredible, but how much further is he willing to go? How much more extreme can things get?
“Let’s go,” Viktor says, opening the door and nodding. “Our guests still think we’re coming out to the reception. We need to be quick.”
“You think you can get an answer out of my dad that quickly?”
“I don’t have to think. I know,” he mutters as we leave.
He leads me down the hallway, taking sharp turns and not slowing down for a moment. He has incredible stamina, which I learned about last night when he hammered me into a state of pure euphoria. The problem is, I’m struggling to keep up with him, especially as he flies down a set of slippery marble stairs.
“Can we slow down, maybe,” I gasp as we reach the bottom.
“Almost there,” he replies without looking back at me.
I groan, which turns into a cough as my lungs start to burn. I should be in better shape, but I’ve always been more of a sit-in-bed-and-vegetate kind of girl instead of a gym rat. Viktor has enough muscle for the both of us, but he hasn’t offered to carry me yet.
It’d be cute, but he’s not exactly the cute type. He wants to be the big bad monster, and for now, I’m just going to have to let him. I’m sure he’ll warm up eventually.
It’s wishful thinking, of course, but it’s the only thing that gives me any hope for our future. I don’t want to have children with a man who can’t be soft when he need to be. Kids don’t need to be yelled at and ordered around all the time. They need compassion.
Is Viktor capable of compassion? It doesn’t seem that way as he barrels down a darkening hallway to where my father is being kept as a prisoner.
And yet, something about his energy is intoxicating. It’s wrong, but I really do feel attracted to him. The smell of his sweat, the anger on his tongue, and the way he fucks me like it’s his last day on earth.
Viktor flings open a door at the end of the hallway, snapping his fingers as I slink in after him. His assistant, Ivan, hands him a plastic hazmat suit, and he steps into it.
It’s terribly bright in the room, almost to the point where I can’t see at all. I lean against the wall, blinking until I can see what’s hanging in the center of it, bound in rope and dangling a foot off the floor.
I try not to make eye contact with my father. He doesn’t even look like he did when I left the house. His eyes are sunken, and there’s something wild about them, like he’s a hungry animal instead of a human being.
He looks dangerous, but I suppose anyone would be if they were so critically compromised.
“Time to get some answers,” Viktor says, turning to me with a crinkly plastic sound. It’d be funny if it weren’t so demented. “I hope you’re ready for this. You can go back to the room if you want.”
“No,” I say a little too quickly. “I want to be here.”
