Chapter 10: Collision Course
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Victor must have felt my tension. He pulled back slightly, studying my face in the dim light.
“You’re still holding back,” he said softly, but there was a dangerous edge in his voice. “Even after everything, part of you is still trying to stay the good girl.”
I looked away, ashamed. “I can’t just forget who I was. My parents… Dominic… everything I believed in. It’s all falling apart.”
Victor’s expression hardened with dark determination. He stood up and helped me to my feet, pulling the black dress back over my body.
“Then it’s time you see the other side of my world,” he said, voice low and commanding. “No more pretending. No more hiding in this penthouse. Tonight, I’m taking you into my real life.”
He chose a different dress for me — shorter, bolder, more dangerous. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back: flushed, marked, eyes shining with a mix of fear and forbidden excitement.
Victor stood behind me, hands on my waist, his reflection towering over mine.
“You look like you were made to be corrupted,” he said darkly, squeezing my ass. “Tonight I’m going to show you what my world really looks like.”
The car ride was charged with tension. Victor’s hand stayed high on my thigh, teasing me through the thin fabric, but he didn’t push further. He wanted me on edge.
By the time we arrived, I was aching and wet again.
The club was exclusive and dark — red lighting, pulsing music, dangerous energy. The moment Victor stepped out, people straightened. Security nodded respectfully. The manager practically bowed.
He led me to a private VIP area overlooking the dance floor. As soon as we sat down, he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, my dress riding up dangerously high. His hands rested on my ass, squeezing possessively.
“Everyone here knows you’re mine,” he murmured against my ear. “They can look, but if anyone touches you, they die.”
I shivered. My face burned with embarrassment as I felt eyes on us. I tried to hide against his neck, but Victor wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t hide,” he ordered. “Let them see how beautifully you blush for me.”
His hand slid under my dress. I wasn’t wearing panties — he had forbidden it. His fingers brushed my bare, already wet folds..
“Already dripping again,” he growled softly. “My innocent little virgin gets turned on when I claim her in public.”
“Victor… people can see…” I whimpered, mortified.
“Let them watch,” he said, pushing one thick finger inside me slowly. “Let them see who this tight core belongs to now.”
I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, but soft, needy moans still escaped as he f****d me with his finger — slow, deep, relentless. The danger of being watched made everything ten times more intense. Shame and pleasure twisted together until I could barely think.
Just as I was getting close, his phone vibrated. He glanced at it, expression turning lethal, but he didn’t stop fingering me.
He answered without removing his finger.
“What?”
I heard the nervous voice: “Boss… Dominic Hale is outside. He’s demanding to see the girl. Says he won’t leave until he talks to her.”
Victor curled his finger inside me, hitting that perfect spot. I had to bury my face in his neck to muffle my moan.
“Tell him,” Victor said coldly, adding a second finger, “that Liana Rossi is no longer available. She belongs to Victor Moretti now. If he takes one more step toward this building, I will personally come down and put a bullet in his head.”
He hung up, eyes burning as he looked at me.
“Still thinking about him?” he asked, f*****g me harder with his fingers.
“No,” I gasped, riding his hand shamelessly now. “Only you… only you…”
Victor smiled darkly and finally let me come. I shook violently in his arms, biting his shoulder to stay quiet as the orgasm tore through me.
When I came down, he kissed my forehead almost tenderly.
“Good girl. But your ex is getting bold. I think it’s time I send him a clearer message.”
He stood up, taking me with him. His hand stayed possessively on my lower back as he led me toward the exit.
My heart dropped.
As we stepped out into the cool night air, I saw him.
Dominic stood across the street under a streetlight, flanked by two men. The moment he saw me on Victor’s arm, his face twisted with shock and rage.
“Liana!” he shouted, stepping forward.
Victor’s body tensed like a predator ready to strike. His arm around my waist tightened almost painfully as we crossed the street.
We stopped a few meters away.
Dominic’s eyes flicked from me to Victor… and then his entire expression changed. The anger drained away, replaced by pure, dawning horror.
He stared at Victor like he had seen a ghost.
Victor frowned, sensing something was very wrong but not understanding yet.
“You…” Dominic’s voice cracked. He took a shaky step back, eyes wide with disbelief. “You are…”
Victor narrowed his eyes. “If you’ve come for Liana, you’re wasting your time. She belongs to me now.”
Dominic’s face went deathly pale. His mouth opened and closed several times. He looked like he was about to be sick.
“You’re… you’re…”
His voice broke completely.
“Dad…?”
The word hung in the air like a gunshot.
Victor froze beside me.
The silence was deafening.
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