4: I need you

VIKTOR

Most people bored me.

Politicians. Business men. Criminals.

They all bored me.

They all wanted something.

Money. Power. Revenge.

The only difference was how honest they were about it.

I was sitting in the bar exactly 11 minutes before she walked into the bar.

She was trying not to look at me... everyone was always trying not to look at me.

She moved professionally, like she had been trained, then I remembered her.

The alley, yesterday.

She was definitely a cop of some sort.

Then she approached me.

People don't approach me. I want something from you, you'll know.

So why did she approach me? Other girls were usually so scared to do that.

She was either trying to arrest me or she must be really stupid.

"My ex boyfriend bought it for me" she had said... almost too convincing.

I let her talk, offered her more drinks to try to get her to give herself away by slipping up, but she didn't.

Instead she talked about her boyfriend who cheated on her with her stepsister... who was her ex best friend?

I didn't know it was possible to have an "ex best friend"

I found it interesting... found her interesting.

That was until she excused herself to the bathroom, leaving her purse behind.

Did she slip up or did she do that on purpose. Nothing suspicious was in her purse. Just a normal ID and some cash.

She was definitely the girl I saw yesterday. Brown eyes, brunette long hair, petite figure and a voice that enchants me.

I noticed her as she came out of the restroom. Some waiter handed her a drink and she gulped it down immediately.

'She must really be heartbroken' was what I thought until she was on the floor, shaking.

I got up and ran to her immediately.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not like I really cared but it was just weird.

Her body was on fire, she must have been drugged.

I picked her up from the ground and made my way outside the bar and into the car.

"To the penthouse" I told my driver and he started the car.

She didn't fight me at all and that alone told me how bad it was. She kept saying she was fine but I knew better.

By the time we got to the penthouse and I placed her on the bed, I knew what she had taken.

An aphrodisiac. High grade, tasteless and fast acting and dangerous.

I stood close to the window wondering who must have wanted to do that to her.

Maybe the person wanted her compromised. Whichever it was, I didn't like being used as someone else's instrument.

When I turned around, her eyes found mine.

"Please" she said softly.

"What do we do with her?" Romanov who has been in the room with us all along asked.

I contemplated giving her to one of my men to pleasure her but something about that thought made my blood boil.

"Get out" I said to Romanov

"Sir?"

"I said get out!"

He left in hurried steps and closed the door behind him, that was when I noticed her pupils were dilated, her breaths were short and shallow and needy pants.

When I got closer to her I noticed she was sweating a little and just as I was about to move away she clutched at my shirt, her fingers twisting into the fabric with surprising strength.

"Viktor..." Her voice was desperate.

I never told her my name, so how did she know?

"I need you... please... I need..."

Her lips were pink and plump. And I was no saint.

And she already gave me permission, not like I needed it. She still has control of her mind, just not her body.

So I leaned in and kissed her soft lips and she kissed me back, deep and consuming as she swallowed a moan.

I stepped back a little.

"If you don't give me what I want, I'll just get it from someone else" she said barely.

And I lost it.

I've seen this woman just twice, I barely knew her and the thought of seeing her with another man made my blood boil.

I kissed her deeply and her hands roamed greedily over my chest. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, even when I knew it was just the aphrodisiac.

She would never want anything to do with me.

I kissed her hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth as she moaned against me. Her thighs shook with need and I couldn't help it anymore.

I yanked her dress off her body, then her bra. My hands cupped her full tits, my thumb rubbing her hard nipples, until she arched and cried out.

"Please Viktor..." She begged, "I need you inside me, right now"

Fuck.

I loved how she begged.

I growled and got rid of my of clothes. My cock was rock hard. Her hands moved down my chest, her nails scratching me and she grabbed my dick and stroked it.

I hissed at how good it fucking felt.

She loved to be in control. I could tell.

"Fuck" I said in a rough voice.

I got between her thighs and sucked on one nipple, licking it hard while my fingers slid through her wet pussy.

She was soaked. Dripping from the drug.

I pushed two fingers inside her, curling them just right, hitting her sweet spot.

"Yes... oh fuck... yes!" She moaned grinding on my hand.

I added a third finger, pumping faster, rubbing her clit with my thumb until she came hard, screaming as her pussy squeezed my fingers.

My cock throbbed, jerking with need.

I pulled my fingers and lined up my cock at her entrance.

I looked at her beautiful face and her eyes were wide, pleading with me to fuck her so I thrust in deep, all the way in with one hard push.

She screamed in pleasure, her back lifting off the bed as I stretched her tight pussy.

"You like that huh?" I rasped, biting her neck and sucking a mark there. "Take every inch. Let me fuck this drug out of you"

She scratched my back hard, sobbing my name as she cummed again, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I groaned and went harder, folding her legs over my shoulder so I could go even deeper.

Sweat covered the both of us. Her boobs bounced as I fucked her. She came one last time, shaking and calling out my name and that made me bury myself deep and I came with a loud groan, shooting my cum inside her tight wet pussy.

She finally slept off after a few more rounds but I found it hard to sleep.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Romanov had done a background check on her and I was in my office, in the next room, looking at the file on my desk.

Katherine Bishop. 24.

Detective, third precint.

Parents deceased.

Raised by Alice Bishop... her grandmother.

Currently assigned: undercover operation, Viktor Svyatoslav.

The woman asleep in my main bedroom, who sat with me at the bar and talked about her cheating ex boyfriend. The woman who begged me to fuck her, was a detective sent specifically to bring me down.