BELLA’S POV
The sun has long set over New York, but neither of us is ready to sleep. Viktor’s c*m is still leaking down my thighs as he carries me to the bedroom. My body is already exhausted, but the fear of tomorrow keeps the fire burning.
“More,” I whisper against his neck. “I don’t want to stop until I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Viktor’s dark chuckle vibrates against my skin. “Careful what you wish for, milaya.”
He lays me on the bed and grabs his laptop. “You want to play dirty tonight?”
He pulls up a high-end porn site and selects a video of a man relentlessly f*****g a woman in multiple positions. The sounds of skin slapping and moans fill the room.
“Watch,” he orders, positioning me on my side. He spoons behind me and slides back inside my c*m-soaked p***y in one smooth thrust. We
