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The vow.
I wouldn't take it too far, I wouldn't cross the ultimate line, which is no fucking. But right now, jealousy is poisoning my rational thoughts.
Did that fucker get to touch her like this? Did he look at her like this?
A muffled whine catches in her throat, but my fingers aren't hurting her. I'm just caressing her holes.
"Did he eat you here?" I growl.
She shakes her head, her eyes wide and pleading.
"Good," I hiss, a dark sense of victory washing through my veins. "Daddy will be the only one who ever does."
I press a little deeper into the tight rim of her asshole. "Did he fuck you here?"
I want to kill him, then bury myself inside her. I want to lick her all over, to taste her everywhere until she smells like nothing but me.
She thankfully signals to me that the answer is no.
The vow.
The vow.
"Just wait, baby," I rasp, caressing her clit. "I won't break my vow. I'm going to keep my word. But the second I fulfill my vow... I'm going to fuck you so good you won't even remember anyone else's name. You won't remember anyone but me."
I lean down to press an open-mouthed kiss directly to the burning skin of her ass, and then another right against her pussy.
Valentina shrieks. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, she twists out of my grip, pulling her dress back down to cover herself. I allow it. She reaches into her mouth, yanking the damp lace panties out, and I quickly steal them from her to stuff in the pocket of my pants.
They’re mine now.
She looks completely dazed. Her hair is beautifully messy, her lipstick is smeared across her cheek, and her eyes are glassy.
"Don't look at me like it's over," I warn her. "We're not done."
She opens her mouth to snap back, but she is too thoroughly dazed.
Exactly like a good girl.
Mygood girl.Notthat bastard’s.
Mine. Fucking mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Valentina
Istare out the window like it’s the most interesting thing I’ve seen in my life. My entire body is buzzing. I feel completely, utterly dazed.
My skin is still burning from where his mouth just was. He saw medown there. He touched me in places I’ve never allowed another living soul to even glance at, let alone kiss.
Right now, my mind is a chaotic cocktail of frustration, shyness, and a terrifying little hit of giddiness.
I’m frustrated because I know exactly what comes next: nothing. All because of that stupid vow. It honestly pisses me off. When will he finally realize that I don't care about the money? I only want him. I want this version of him—the man who grew, who became strong, capable, and completely independent.
Yet, the shyness overrides the anger. He took what he wanted like a cruel daddy. God, I am sick. Sick in the head. There is genuinely something wrong with me. His toxic, territorial rage should have enraged me. But it just made me horny. The sex demon has returned with an absolute vengeance, begging for the very man who just punished me.
Beside me, Viktor unbuckles his vest, tossing it onto the floor of the SUV. He starts unbuttoning his black uniform shirt, his chest heaving as he tries to cool down. He raises a dark brow at me.
