what he wanted.
All of it.
“Please, please,” Viktoria mumbled into his throat. “Almost …”
He didn’t let her come like she wanted. Not then, anyway. Instead, he dragged her away from the wall, backed up until they were at the arm of the couch, and set her back down. Pulling away from her body just far enough that he could flip her over, he was thrusting back inside her cunt before he could even think.
It was heaven.
All around him.
“Fuck, yeah,” Viktoria mumbled into the couch. “Harder.”
He gave her exactly what she wanted, fingers winding into her hair to yank her head back while his other clamped down on her hip. He pulled her back into every brutal thrust, loving the way her pussy clamped down around him, tighter with every beat of his hips against her ass.
Her cries were loud.
The whole hallway knew his name now.
“Give it to me,” he demanded.
She did.
Beautifully.
She was still trembling and panting his name into the couch, the orgasm slipping through her body, as his started to build. It came on fast, tightening his spine and balls, heat shooting up through his gut into his chest.
So fucking intense.
He held her tight to his cock, as deep as he could get, and emptied into her. The long, satisfied sigh she released echoed in the quiet room, but all Pav could do was stare down at his cock and where it was still filling her up. He pulled out just to watch their mingled fluids slip from her slit, falling over the head of his cock before he smeared it between her thighs.
It was primal, that need.
To see him mixed with her.
Fuck, he loved that.
“I think…” Viktoria said, her words still light and breathless. “That my brothers want to talk sometime tonight.”
Nope.
Pav barked out a laugh, and in a blink, had Viktoria cradled in his arms before he headed for the hotel bedroom. “They can fucking wait.”
She grinned up at him, pleased and sly. “Okay.”
• • •
Pav stayed close to Viktoria’s back as she drifted farther into the damp, dark room. Walls made of cement, and a floor with cracks deep enough for a rat to live inside, this was not a comfortable cell.
It never would be.
And yet, it was where Vadim found himself. Back at the Compound—a place he’d always called home and made sure everyone knew it belonged to him. Here he was, in the very same chambers that Pav had once stayed in, to care for the men Vadim had put here for various reasons.
Chained, like they had been.
Broken, like they had been.
Terrified … like they had been, too.
Finally, Pav figured Vadim was starting to understand the hell he had put everyone else through in his life. Viktoria edged closer to where her father rested in the corner of the cell, and though she tried to hide it, he could see the way her hands trembled before she stuffed them into her jacket.
He stayed close and yet gave her space.
It’s what she needed.
“Konstantin says the Compound is temporary, Vadim,” Viktoria whispered.
If he heard her, he didn’t acknowledge it. His head didn’t move, and his opened, wide eyes staring blankly at the wall didn’t flicker with movement, either. Pav was able to get regular updates about Vadim and his time here—what of it was left, anyway—and from what he knew, Vadim rarely spoke or stepped out of line.
He just … was.
Dead man walking.
“I chose this for you, if you didn’t know,” Viktoria continued, her fingers coming up to flick a few strands of her blonde hair over her shoulder. “I didn’t want him to kill you, although that’s what he wanted. That’s what everyone wanted for you.”
She wasn’t lying.
It had been a battle.
Somehow, this woman won.
He hoped she kept winning, and that she let him come along for the ride, too. She was amazing. Vicious and strong and beautiful. He was going to spend the rest of his life chasing after her, as long as she let him do it.
“I didn’t want them to kill you because that would have been easy,” Viktoria told her unmoving father, but there was no way he wasn’t hearing her. “Death would have been a gift, and what I really needed was for you to understand and know the pain and fear you caused me, and everyone else.”
Viktoria inched closer, and then crouched down. For the first time, Vadim’s gaze drifted her way. Those dead eyes of his locked on her, and the two of them stared at one another for