Paying The Bratva’s Debt, Cole, Jagger [best motivational novels .txt] 📗

down in the books as the man to take down Joey Drucci, for conspiracy for murder. I don’t know how the hell he got that without implicating himself, but he did it. After all, weaseling out of holes is what my father does best.

Taking down Joey didn’t help him in the long run with the election though. And in fact, it was his last act as District Attorney. A month after what happened that night with getting Viktor released, an intern came forward with accusations of inappropriate advances, texts, pictures, and all of that against my father. Even worse, she was a high school intern.

My dad’s chances of being mayor went to subzero after that. But that was the least of his problems after he was terminated as the district attorney. The civil case with the girl and her parents is pending, but even if he walks without jail time, he’s definitely looking at disbarment.

On the one side, my dad getting canned and exposed for the creep he was sort of took away the threat of Zoey’s texts. And with that, the leverage to keep him away from Viktor. But with losing his job and all of that, it was no longer a concern.

And currently, I have no concern in the world aside from waiting to see where Viktor touches me first. With our business done here, we have one last night before we fly home. And I intend to enjoy it.

I gasp when I feel him sink onto the bed behind me. His breath teases over my bare thigh, then across my ass. I whimper, feeling my skin prickle. My arousal pools between my legs, and I can feel how wet I am in anticipation.

“Viktor, please,” I whimper.

“Greedy girl,” he rasps into my ear. I moan when his hand slips between my thighs. His finger lightly brushes over my lips, and I hear him chuckle. “Feel how fucking wet you are for me.”

I moan when his finger sinks into me. He strokes it in and out and then withdraws.

“Now taste how sweet you are.”

I whimper softly and open my lips. I suck his finger inside, tasting my own sweetness. I hear him growl and then move behind me. His breath is on my ass again. Then his tongue drags through my lips. I cry out, pushing back—desperate for more.

He groans into me, dragging his tongue up and down my pussy from my clit all the way to my asshole. He makes me squirm and beg, panting for more until my toes are curling. He finally sucks my clit between his lips, and I groan in satisfaction. His tongue mercilessly swirls over my throbbing button, until suddenly, I’m coming hard.

I thrash on the bed, kicking my feet against the sheets. The pleasure explodes through me, leaving me panting and moaning. But I’m hardly down from the high before I feel him move up behind me. He crouches over my ass and sinks the head of his cock between my lips. I moan in pleasure as Viktor drives deep, mounting me from behind.

“Oh fuck, printsessa,” he hisses. His cock swells in me, throbbing so deeply. His big hands splay across my ass. He grips my hips tightly as he slides out and then plunges right back in. I cry out into the sheets, moaning eagerly as Viktor starts to pound into me. He knows when I want it slow and teasing. But he also knows when I need him to fuck me into submission. Tonight, is the latter, and I’ve been aching for it all day.

He snarls, fucking me like a savage. My legs give out, and I slump into a puddle of pleasure on the sheets. Viktor growls, pinning me to the bed as he thrusts his fat cock in and out of me, over and over. My body clenches and ripples, until suddenly, I know I can’t stop it.

“Viktor!”

“Come, baby,” he groans. “Come for me, love. Right now.”

He thrusts deep, and I explode. My orgasm thunders through every inch of my body. My hands twist the sheets as I cry out into them. Viktor roars and drives into me. He buries every thick inch of his big dick into my rippling pussy and lets go. I can feel his cum spraying into me, spilling deep where it belongs.

He gathers me into his arms, holding me close. I groan in pleasure, snuggling into him. I go to slip the blindfold off of my face, but Viktor stops me with a gentle touch.

“Not yet, printsessa,” he growls quietly. He shifts off the bed. I pout, wanting him near me again. But instantly, he’s back, his weight sinking down the mattress next to me.

“Okay, take it off.”

I slip the mask off, blinking as my eyes adjust from darkness to the glowing light of what must be a hundred flickering candles spread throughout the suite.

“Vik—” My breath catches. Viktor is sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. And in his hands is a small, black box.

“What…” I swallow. My eyes water as they widen, darting between the box and his face. “What is this?”

“I think you should open it and find out.”

I reach for it with shaky hands. It’s hinged on one side, with a tiny clasp on the front part. I pop the clasp, and slowly open the box.

My heart skips.

Inside, glittering in the candlelight, is a shimmering, gorgeous diamond ring. I look up in shock and realize he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me.

“Fiona Murray,” he growls. “Once, you were my prisoner. Then, I fell in love with you.”

I swallow as tears of happiness well in the corners of my eyes.

“Let me keep you forever, printsessa,” he growls quietly. “Let me make you mine, for always. Marry me, Fiona.”

I’m barely aware of throwing myself into his arms. I scream, tears flowing down my cheeks as I crush my mouth to his.

“Yes,” I whisper fiercely. “Yes!”

“Good,” he grins. “Because if you’d said no, I would have just