Viktor’s POV
We stopped right outside her door. The hallway was quiet, but I could almost feel the tension rolling off my brothers. Elena’s screams from earlier had stopped, but I knew she wasn’t calm. Girls like her never broke that fast.
I raised my hand, stopping Nikolai and Dmitri before they could push the door open.
“Wait,” I said quietly. “We need to talk about how we handle her.”
Nikolai raised an eyebrow. “What’s there to talk about? She’s ours now.”
I looked at both of them. “Exactly. She’s ours. But she’s not like the other girls we’ve had. She’s tough stubborn as hell and it's obvious she's really hurting right now If we only f**k her like a s*x slave from day one, she’ll fight us until she breaks completely… and a broken toy isn’t fun for long.”
Dmitri crossed his arms,
