Chapter Thirteen
He kisses me like he’s already chosen, slow at first, then deeper, then rough in a way that makes my back lift from the mattress. His hand is warm on my throat, open and careful, not squeezing yet—just there. The weight of it makes my pulse race under his palm.
“I don't want there to be any questions,” he says against my mouth, breath unsteady. “Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want..." my voice chokes. "I want to be f*cked."
"Tell me, Storm... has this p*ssy ever taken a pounding?"
I swallow. Gods, this is embarassing. I've never been looking to ditch my virginity, but I also don't advertise it.
Viktor takes my silence for admission. "Thought so. I'll warn you again, I am not going to be gentle. I'm going to f*ck you until you think your soul is about to leave y
