Kacie
One hand grips my hip and lifts my backside and his other hand pushes my head down creating an arch in my back.
“Viktor,” I breathe.
He doesn’t answer me. He’s silent as he stands above me and I can feel his gaze on me. I’m open to him and vulnerable for him. He slams into me and it’s all rough and anger. It’s his fingers digging into my hip, his strong thighs smashing against the back of mine. He pulls out and slams into me as he holds me down. He’s so hard and I’m so tight. It’s dirty and it’s hot.
My back is slick with sweat as he continues driving into me. I tighten around him and he grunts with pleasure. His thighs tighten behind me as he bounces against me, his balls slapping against me in sweet agony as he fucks me over and over again. I’m stretched tight around him.
I clench down around him as another orgasm sends shivers up my spine.
“Fuck, oh, fuck,” he groans. “Just like that,” he says through clenched teeth. The hand on my back and disappears only for a second and reappears around my neck. He pulls me up so my back is flush against his front and I moan at the new angle as he continues taking me fiercely. His hand squeezes my neck before two of his fingers slide into my mouth and I groan as I suck hard. He grunts as he slams into me harder, faster and his fingers disappear from my mouth and pull down on my hair.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
He pushes me back down onto the bed and fucks me into the bed. “Who’s giving this to you?” He growls.
“You are,” I say.
“Who’s fucking this tight cunt?” He growls.
“Viktor,” I whimper as he slams into me and his thrusts get achingly hard and deep. He’s taking me, laying claim to me, owning me. I squeeze around him and he grunts as he throbs and pulses as he empties himself inside of me. He falls on top of me and I can feel his heart, hear it beating above me. He rolls over and lays beside me.
His chest heaves and his eyes close tight. I want to make it better. I want to touch him. I want him to hold me. I want us to talk. I want to figure this out.
“Vik—,” I whisper as I reach for him.
His eyes fly open and he doesn’t look at me. He sits up and swings his legs off the bed, avoiding my hand. My heart bleeds. He gets to his feet and walks to the bathroom without a glance back. Tears begin to run down my cheeks again and onto the sheets. My eyes linger on the bouquet of flowers on the floor and a sob gets lodged in my throat.
I’ve hurt him and I don’t know how to fix this.
***
When I opened my eyes, the sun was beginning to set. How long had I been asleep? The door to the bathroom was open and I slid my gaze around the room to find Viktor. He sat at our table staring at me. My eyes traveled up the ridges of his muscular chest and strong jaw. I met his gaze.
There was a look in his eye, I couldn’t place and I pulled myself up so I was sitting. We sat in silence as we stared at each other. I don’t know how many seconds or minutes passed. His gaze was hard and lacked warmth. It made the hole in my chest ache.
“Please speak to me,” I pleaded.
He was silent as he stared at me. The silence was killing me. I needed him to talk to me, tell me what he was thinking. What was on his mind? Was he thinking of leaving me? Would he let me try and fix this? The thought of losing him left me breathless.
“Are you scared of me, Kacie?” He asked as he broke the silence. He sat frozen in his seat.
“You’ve never hurt me and I don’t think you ever will,” I said.
“That’s not an answer,” he deadpanned.
“No, I’m not scared of you.”
“Even after what I just did?” He asked.
“You did nothing wrong,” I said. “You were claiming what was yours. I’m yours, this is yours, all of me is yours.”
“It’s not though, is it?” He asked.
I paled. I was speechless. I couldn’t say anything. What could I say to that?
“I—,” I tried. “I…”
“Did you think of me at any point last night?” He asked. “Or this morning when you woke up?”
I bit my lip.
He leaned forward and put his elbows on the table. “Did you think of me while you took what you wanted from him?” He asked, throwing my words back at me.
There was nothing I could say that wouldn’t make this worse. I chose silence.
“I’ve packed our things,” he said.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
He didn’t answer me. He ignored my question and stared at me, his eyes searching for answers. Did he feel disgusted when he looked at me? Did he hate me now? Darkness began to fill the hole in my chest.
“Are you sorry?” He asked.
“I am,” I said. I didn’t bother fighting the tears that welled in my eyes and streamed down my face.
“You haven’t apologized,” he said.
“I don’t deserve forgiveness,” I said quietly.
A pause.
“Will you not try to fix this?” He asked.
“I’d do anything, Vik,” I said, my voice trembling.
“Do you love me?” He asked his eyes on the window.
“I do,” I said.
His gaze didn’t falter and he didn’t turn to look at me. “Do you love me?” I asked in a whisper.
He laughed, a dark raw kind of laugh. The laughter didn’t reach his eyes and his gaze remained on the window. “I fucking do. I love you so much it fucking hurts, Kacie.”