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“This was hers, too,” he murmurs, his voice low.
I’m frozen, caught in the gravity of the moment, the ring sparkling as if it contains a piece of the night sky itself.
“Victor, I…” My voice trails off, words failing me.
Oh God, this is the biggest rock I’ve ever seen.
He steps closer, his hand reaching for mine. His touch is gentle, almost hesitant, as if he’s giving me the chance to pull away. But I don’t.
Instead, I let him take my hand and slide the ring on my finger. The pink diamond lights up the room, a dazzling display of wealth and power. But as it settles, the weight of it becomes apparent, both physically and metaphorically.
This ring, this moment, it’s not a promise of love or devotion. It’s a shackle, a gilded cage meant to bind me to him, to his world.
And as I stare at the glittering stone, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve just made a deal with the devil himself. A deal that will cost me more than I ever could have imagined.
The ring fits perfectly, like it was made just for me. But perfection, I’m learning, comes at a price.
And I’m not sure I’m ready to pay it.
Chapter 31
Victor
JUST A few hours ago, I slid my mother’s ring on Laura’s finger.
Fuck, my balls tighten thinking of her soft skin, her intoxicating scent. I know what she wants, what her body craves. I can see it in the way she looks at me, the way she shivers under my touch.
I wish I could’ve taken her right there, bent her over the table, and fucked her until she screamed my name. I want to see her come undone, want to feel her tight heat clenching around my cock as she comes over and over again.
But there’s no time for that. I had to send her back to our room, had to rush off to handle this operation tonight.
I have business to take care of, a score to settle.
I glance at my watch impatiently.
Only two more fucking hours of this bullshit left.
All I can think about is getting back to Laura. I need to bury myself inside that perfect pussy; need to make her mine in every way that matters. I want to hear her moan my name, want to feel her nails digging into my back as she begs me not to stop.
I can almost taste her, can almost feel the heat of her skin against mine. It’s driving me crazy, this need, this hunger that only she can satisfy.
When I get back, I’m going to take my time with her. I’m going to worship every inch of that stunning body, going to tease her until she’s a trembling, desperate mess. And then I’m going to make her come so hard she forgets her own name.
I won’t stop until she’s completely wrecked, until she’s ruined for anyone else. I’ll make her mine, body and soul, until there’s no doubt in her mind that she belongs to me and me alone.
I adjust myself discreetly, my cock throbbing at the thought of having her all to myself, no interruptions, no distractions.
Just need to crush this prick Ivan first for daring to cross me. Fucker has no idea who he’s messing with. By the time I’m done with him, he’ll be lucky if he still has two rubles to rub together.
Nobody steals from me and gets away with it. Nobody.
My fist clenches, knuckles cracking. I allow myself a small, cruel smile.
Time to end this.
That dumbass. He’s getting crushed because I’m playing the game smarter—hacking the trend, using crypto and the open market like a pro. Thanks to my slick moves in cyberspace, all his territory, supplies, and clients are jumping ship to me. It’s a safer bet with me, and he knows it.
“We know their shifts, their numbers, and now their faces. At five in the morning, they’ll be sluggish. That’s when we fucking strike,” I declare, my gaze fixed on Misha across the table. The knife he’s flipping adds a rhythmic undertone to the tension filling the room. He thrives in moments like this, ready to jump into the fray.
