Page 67 of Marked By the Devil

“I want you, Viktor.” She hovered over me, straddling me as her red hair fell in a curtain. “I need you. And I choose you in every way there is to stand with anyone.”

I had it.

She finally said it.

But I wasn’t going to tell her to stop or to shut up as she took it even further.

She could say that she chose me, but as she stripped and helped me lose my clothes, she seemed intent on showing me as well.

I had no doubt she’d still struggle to complete a one-eighty, going from a law-enforcement minded do-gooder to assisting my Mafia members with questionable shit. But she would commit to me.

She rubbed my dick as she held herself over me, but too soon, she was desperate for more. Giving up on kissing me as I fingered her, she leaned up to seat herself on my dick. I watched her hold my cock as she angled it into her, and the slow sink down on it was both heaven and hell at once.

She went too slow, prolonging it and making me want to thrust up into her.

She went too fast, seating herself and taunting me to nut in her now.

But it was the steady dance of her gyrating on me that was the bliss I never wanted to give up.

Her tits bounced as she rode me.

Her fingers dug into my skin as she held on to my shoulders for leverage.

And her mouth parted in relief as she tilted her head back as she came.

At the first clenches of her slick pussy on my dick, I felt like it was only better. Each damn time we came together was better than the last. Hotter. More intense. Perfect.

“Viktor…” She moaned, sounding so filthy and wanton as she kept her head back. The position arched her, thrusting her breasts out as she continued to ride me. I gripped her ass, forcing her up and down a few more times until I flooded her with my cum. Until I stamped my mark on her as my woman, my seed deep inside of her. Until she collapsed, spent and sated, and I held her close, my heart beating in sync with hers as I closed my eyes and embraced the euphoria of having her choose me.

In battle.

In bed.

And hopefully, in the matter of her soul aligning with mine forever.

24

WREN

Iwoke up feeling like the tide was changing. The recent shifts in my life seemed so minor to the deep connection that Viktor and I reached last night.

I expected to be working at the computer all night and digging through everything that Brayden had handed over to us. I’d gone into that meetup with him, or rather, that ambush of him, thinking that I would need to convince him not to turn me in. I had no way to know if he was that committed to serving the agency or if he had been wanting to turn on them as well. For the latter to be true was a relief.

I almost felt bad for him when he expressed how upset he was about all the corruption that even he had been noticing. It would’ve been impossible for Smithson to hide how duplicitous he was from his tagalong trainee, anyway. Brayden deciding that this was a line he couldn’t cross spoke volumes.

And he had handed over volumes.

Viktor had to go with Alexei to follow a lead about something to do with the Konstanov Family first thing in the morning, so he didn’t drive me to the mansion.

“But what car do I take?” I asked him as I sat up in bed, watching him get dressed. Holding the sheet up to cover my chest, I wished he could get back under it with me and hold me in his strong arms again.

“I don’t care, Red. Pick one.”

“Any of them?”

He smirked. “You do remember how to drive, don’t you?”

I rolled my eyes.