I was desperate for an escape.
Too desperate and if that meant falling
into the pit of darkness, so be it.
I found him under the dark night
and saw my chance to escape the
golden luxurious cage. A jail is a jail,
whether its made by metal or d...
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Viktor had me jostled up against the counter, the cold edge causing shivers to run down my spine. His desperate arms running all over my sides, up and down and groping me anywhere that was within reach. Callous hands stalled at the back of my blouse, his thumb fiddling with small subtle zipper that held my blouse from falling apart.
His ferocious tongue battling with mine in such an aggressive manner that it left me gasping for air.
Soon, Viktor pulled the zipper down rather tantalizingly and as soon as his thumbs came in contact with my skin, I whimpered in the kiss. I could feel the prominent protruding hardness through his pants against my thigh even through the heavy embroided lehenga.
Trailing soft kisses down my neck, he captured the flesh amidst his teeth and nipped, in attempts to leave marks that would prove that Viktor had claimed me.
It felt amazing. This pleasure was something I had never experienced before. His touches were gentle on the contrary to his actual desires leaving me completely addicted. I needed more of this, I needed him to claim me and leave marks everywhere. In the most intimate parts only for me to bear and witness.
"Upstairs," I breathed out, wrapping my legs around his strong torso.
He nodded and picked me up effortlessly like I was a rag doll with no weight at all.
As he carried me up the stairs, his desire once again took control of him and Viktor pinned me against the many beautiful paintings decorating the wall. Hands now sneaking inside my lehenga while his lips continued their assault on my, once, unmarked skin. His tongue felt like hot embers being placed right on my collarbone and his sharp canines felt nothing less than the thorns of a rose prickling through the flesh.
But it fucking felt good.
I was thankful that he had kicked everyone out because this was immoral.
To be witnessed like this.
I would have died.
His steps were messy and clumsy which was extremely dangerous for the both of us but at last, we reached the rooms in the hallway.
Viktor pushed past the door, slamming it shut with the heel of his shoes once we were inside.
His lips immediately found mine once again as he clumsily strutted towards the bed. I was sure by now he had recognized where his bed was and could place me down carefully even with blindness. Gasping and breathing heavily against his lips, I felt the warmth of the kiss seep into my red panties in the form of moisture.
I could feel them.
The heavy saturation.
"Mine." Came a groan from Viktor and then I felt his palms right on my breasts, toying with them through the blouse.
It had already been undone. All Viktor needed to do was pull it down and expose my braless upper body but he didn't. He lowered me till my feet came in contact with the rugged floor and the man took a seat before me on the bed.
