“All mine,” he groans, nuzzling my neck.
“Are we still being truthful?”
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Can we do that again?”
He grins down into my eyes. “The trouble, printsessa,” he groans. “Is going to be stopping.”
15 Viktor
For a man who hasn’t seen daylight in almost four days, I’m surprisingly cheerful as I make my way down to my office. But of course, the reason for my being locked away in my quarters for more than half a week has everything to do with my mood.
I’ve been with Fiona. For four nights and three days, she’s been with me—in my quarters, in my bed. For four nights, I’ve been completely lost in her. I’ve had her every way I can possibly imagine, and yet, I’m still hungry for more. I can’t get enough of her. She’s like a drug I crave. Fiona is an addiction I never want to cure myself of.
My muscles ache from the constant lovemaking. My dick is actually sore as well—my balls utterly drained. One might think it’s my own insatiableness that had us going for days. But in truth, it’s hers. It’s the monster I’ve created in Fiona—an utterly insatiable, tireless, multi-orgasmic little energizer bunny of a sex monster.
I grin as I clomp down the stairs to my office. I may be sore, dehydrated, and sleep deprived. But I can’t stop smiling. Not now that I have her.
In my office, I sink into my chair. Lev, without being prompted, has of course taken the reigns of things once it was clear I wasn’t coming out of my room—and clear who was in there with me. But now I do need to catch up on almost four days of business.
I hammer out some emails, make a few quick, perfunctory phone calls, and read up on some reports. Eventually, I pick my phone up to check in with Lev.
“The prodigal son returns,” he grunts.
“Did you miss me?”
He chuckles. “Not you, just your ability to reason with people.”
I grin. He means my ability to rationalize with people—to be diplomatic with both threats and coercion. My strength doesn’t just come from my savagery or my willingness to hurt people. It comes from knowing when the carrot will work better than the stick.
It’s the reason Lev and I have the positions we do. It’s not that my friend is subservient to me as boss. It’s that he has no wish to be the head of this organization. None. He may be fantastic counsel to me. But he hates negotiating diplomacy when it comes to anyone else. I have a strong idea that after almost four days of running the show without me, he’s ready to knock some heads off.
“So are you officially back from your honeymoon?”
I roll my eyes. “Very funny.”
“I haven’t gotten you a wedding gift yet, Viktor. I’m so sorry.”
“Are you done?”
He chuckles. “For now, yes. And you? How has your time off been?”
“Fine.”
He chuckles again. “‘Fine’, he says,” Lev snickers. “Four days of fucking—”
“That’s enough,” I snap.
He pauses. But I can almost hear him smiling. “So,” he muses. “This one is… important.”
“Yes,” I snarl.
He chuckles again. “Easy, Viktor. Easy.” He sighs. “I’m happy for you, brother. I’m very happy, actually. And her?” He laughs again. “I like her. And I like that she doesn’t take your shit.” I grumble as Lev laughs. “She is good for you, my friend.”
“On that we can agree on.”
“So, you’re back now? I can stop biting my tongue and being ‘diplomatic’?”
“I’m back.”
“Good.”
“Oh, there’s one thing.” I frown, tapping my fingers on my desk as I remember a mental note I made to myself days before.
“Da?”
“There’s a girl—a close friend of Fiona’s named Zoey.”
“And?”
“I need you to check in on her.”
“What am I checking on?”
“Nothing, there’s just…” I frown. “Fiona mentioned there was an older guy sniffing around her, being a creep.”
“Do you want him gone”
“No. Not yet at least. Just check in on her. Make sure she’s safe. You don’t even have to actually meet her. Just do a perimeter of her apartment maybe. Shadow her, see if anyone is causing problems.”
“I can do that.”
“Thank you.”
He sighs. “Well, drink some water and put your pants on, Viktor. You have work to do now that you’re back.”
I chuckle as I hang up. I hammer out one more email, then I consider going back up to my bedroom and crawling back between Fiona’s thighs again. But a knock on the door interrupts that fantasy.
“Yes,” I grumble.
The door opens, and Nina steps in.
“You look…” she smirks. “I’d say rested, but…”
“Did you and Lev coordinate this insubordinate heckling?”
She grins widely. “Nope. But now I wish we had.”
“Well why don’t you shelve whatever you were coming in here to tease me about. Lev’s already used them all anyway.”
She nods, but I can see there’s something bothering her.
“Something wrong?”
She frowns. “I…” Nina’s brow furrows. “I need to talk to you about something. But I need you to promise to hear me before you react.”
My brows knit. “Of course, Nina. Always.”
“No, I mean it, Viktor. You might think this is colored by my… opinions of her. Or my less than welcoming disposition towards her since she—”
“You’re talking about Fiona,” I growl quietly.
She nods. “Yes.”
“Nina,” I grunt with a warning tone. “We’ve spoken about this. I know you want what’s best for me. And I know you’re just looking out for me. But you need to—”
“I think she’s the leak.”
I freeze. My anger swells, roiling like a storm in my chest. My eyes narrow at her as my lips curl into a snarl.
“Careful, Nina,” I hiss.
“Viktor, I know how it sounds, especially coming from me. I don’t want it to be her, but—”
“Then what?!” I snap. “Then why tell me this garbage!?”
“Because you’re not you with her!”
