Dirty Vows: Betrayed by My Best Friend, Claimed by His Father

Chapter 4: The Devil’s Offer

Victor stepped back into the penthouse, his face still cold and hard from the phone call. The moment he saw me standing there, pale and trembling, his expression softened — but only slightly.

He walked straight to me and cupped my face with both hands, forcing me to look up at him.

“You heard, didn’t you?” he asked quietly. There was no anger in his voice, only dark amusement.

I nodded, too scared to lie.

“Good. I don’t like secrets between us.” He brushed his thumb over my lower lip. “The boy who hurt you will never touch you again. That I can promise you.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. “Who… who are you, Victor? Really?”

He smiled — slow, dangerous, beautiful. “I’m the man who’s going to take care of you from now on. But nothing in my world is free, little bride.”

He lifted me effortlessly onto the marble kitchen island, stepping between my legs. The sundress rode up my thighs. His hands settled on my bare skin, warm and possessive.

“I will give you protection. Money. Revenge. A new life where no one will ever humiliate you again.” His voice dropped lower. “In return, you stay with me. You obey me. You let me own this innocent body and teach it every filthy thing it was made for.”

I swallowed hard, my hands resting on his broad chest. “I… I don’t even know what that means. I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve never even seen a man naked before last night.”

Victor’s eyes flared with dark satisfaction. “I know. And that makes me want you even more.” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “I’m going to ruin you slowly, Liana. I’ll be patient because you’re so f*****g innocent. But eventually… you’ll crave the way I f**k. You’ll beg for it.”

His hand slid under my dress, cupping me again. I was still wet from earlier. He groaned softly.

“Already dripping just from my words. Such a perfect little virgin.”

He pushed two fingers inside me, deeper than before, curling them while his thumb stroked my c**t. I moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders.

“Look at me while I play with you,” he ordered.

I forced my eyes open. His gaze was intense, almost feral.

“You’re not ready for my me yet,” he rasped, f*****g me slowly with his fingers. “But I’m going to train this tight entrance until it can take every inch of me. Until you’re addicted to me.”

Pleasure built fast. My legs started shaking. Just when I was about to come, he pulled his fingers out again.

I whimpered in frustration.

Victor brought his wet fingers to my mouth. “Suck.”

I obeyed, tasting myself while looking into his eyes. He watched me with raw hunger.

“Good girl.” He stepped back and adjusted the obvious bulge in his pants. “Now… do we have a deal?”

I was breathing hard, body aching with need, mind spinning with fear and desire.

“I… I don’t have anywhere else to go,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I can’t go back to my parents. Not like this. They raised me to be pure, to wait until marriage. They believed in me. If they knew what I did tonight… if they knew I ran into the arms of a stranger and let him touch me like this… they would be heartbroken. I can’t face them. I can’t bear the shame.”

Victor studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes softening just slightly. Then he pulled me off the counter and pressed me against his hard body, one hand cupping my face.

“Then don’t go back,” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing my lower lip. “You don’t need to explain yourself to them. You don’t need to carry that shame alone anymore. From now on, I am your home. I am your protection. I will give you everything you need — safety, luxury, revenge on those who hurt you. All you have to do is belong to me.”

He kissed me deeply, possessively, as if sealing the promise. When he pulled back, his voice was low and final.

“Smart choice, little bride.” He lifted me effortlessly into his arms, carrying me toward the bedroom. “From now on, you belong to me. And I take very good care of what’s mine.”

He pressed a kiss to my temple, almost tenderly.

“But first,” he murmured against my skin, “I think it’s time I teach you how to come on my tongue.”