Page 41 of Owning Him
Valentina
The days bled into weeks, and the weeks bled into the end of the contract period.
During that time, I watched Viktor turn into something terrifying—terrifying in his success. He took a massive chance on himself and Marcus, and it paid off. It paid off so greatly that almost every major corporation and high-profile event in our circle refused to deal with anyone else. Now, he sometimes has his own pack of paparazzi trailing after him on the streets, shouting questions, asking how he did it, asking who he is dating.
And today is finally the very last day of the contract period.
Before the auction house could even process the transfer of his owed money to his name, Viktor had already transferred double the amount into my account. He is a completely free man now, and his vow to me is officially complete.
Which means tonight, it comes down to one of two things. Either he comes back to me and takes what I would gladly spread my legs for in an instant—ready to completely own me, and to finally allow me to own him in return. Or he won't come back at all. He would choose not to return to the woman who reminds him that, at some point in his life, he was owned against his will.
Either way, I look utterly ridiculous right now. I am trembling in nothing but a scrap of bright pink lingerie as I wait in the center of my bedroom. I am pacing, sweating, waiting for a man who might not even show up. A man so mighty he wentfrom being entirely vulnerable to building a wildly successful security empire in a matter of months. He is something to marvel at, a literal god among men, and tonight I am finally going to figure out if he is mine.
The clock on the wall ticks forward.
At exactly nine o'clock, the heavy lock on my front door clicks.
He returns. He fucking returns.
The relief that crashes over me is so instant, it hits me straight in the chest, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. I stand frozen in the middle of the room as his footsteps echo down the hallway. My bedroom door swings open, and there he is.
I am standing there in nothing but lace, and he is dressed in a navy suit that looks almost wrong on his massive frame. Both of our chests are heaving, our breathing hard and ragged.
"Daddy fulfilled his vow today, Valentina," he rough-whispers.
I nod, swallowing hard against the lump of emotion in my throat, desperately fighting the urge to just throw myself at him. "Daddy did," I breathe out.
The words have barely left my lips when he pounces on me. He hits me like a train, slamming my back down onto the mattress. His hands are everywhere, and his heavy thighs force mine apart until I am completely pinned and exposed.
"I have waited so fucking long for this," he growls. "Waited so long to eat you until I was losing my goddamn mind."
Then he buries his face between my legs like a starving man dying of thirst. My hips arch off the bed instantly.
But as the pleasure starts to blind me, my brain kicks into overdrive. I look down at his dark head between my thighs, my fingers tangling desperately in his hair, and I think,What if heremembers his time in the brothel?I don't want him to be in trauma because of me.
Viktor grips my hips harder, his fingers bruising my skin. He looks up, and I only see a man absolutely crazy for the woman beneath him.
"Don't you dare overthink right now, Valentina," he warns, reading me instantly. "I am starving for you."
Relief floods me again, pushing me closer to orgasm. His tongue drags away from my pussy, trailing down until it presses against the sensitive ring of my asshole.
I stiffen completely, my heels digging into the mattress as I try to pull back. "Viktor, wait—no."
"Shh, let me have you, baby. Open up those pretty holes and let me take care of you."
His dirty talk is a drug. The sensation of his hot tongue swirling over me like I’m a delicacy sends a shockwave straight to my brain. My head thrashes against the pillows.
My gaze tracks down to where his trousers are pushed down, exposing the thick length of his cock. It is terrifyingly large.
"Please," I whimper, the need to please him completely consuming me. "Let me suck it."
A vulnerable emotion flickers across his face. "No one has ever done that for me before," he whispers.
Happiness shoots me straight in the heart. I get to have a first.
"Come here," I breathe, pulling myself up on my elbows.
I reach out, my hands wrapping around his huge cock to guide him to my lips. It is a struggle. He is so huge that my jaw instantly aches as I try to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. I gag slightly, tears pricking the corners of my eyes, but I don't care.
