Viktor Blacktop Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Talia POV I feel exposed because this felt different from the other times I’ve been naked with him.This is him looking at me, and it’s somehow more intimate than when he’s inside me. “Look at me.”I don’t because I can’t understand what I'm seeing in his eyes.“Look at me, sweetheart.”Sweetheart, I like when he calls me that because he’s tender when he calls me that.I look at him, feeling my face flush. He must see it too because he smiles a little and there’s that dimple, I like when he smiles but then he shifts his hand up to my forearm and, with eyes still on mine, he feels the bumpy, burned skin with his thumb. “Tell me about this.”Fuck. I swallow, trying to contain the emotion that I force down every time I remember what happened.I remember anything that went on in that house.I keep those memories secured in boxes and it’s where I like them. Where I can keep an eye on them but keep them safely locked away."Tell me, Talia."The quiet command settles over the room and a tea

Talia POV I wake up to little hands pushing the hair from my face.“Hi, Mommy,” Ethan smile is wide when I open my eyes, and he launches himself against me. I hug him tight, squeezing his little body.He smells like sleep and laundry detergent, and I can’t get enough.This feeling, I think, this is joy and I want to hold on to it for as long as I can because I know when I let him go, the fear will creep in again.“Aria made pancakes!”“She did?” I ask. Sitting up, I scratch my head as I look at the clock beside the bed. It’s a little after seven in the morning, and I’m not sure when I came in here.Alexei and I fell asleep on the smaller bed in what’s meant to be Ethan room after making love for an eternity.I warm at the memory. Last night, he’d made love to me and he’d kissed every inch of me, scars and all, and he’d loved me.“With blueberries and even marshmallows inside them,” Ethan continues, and I guess I had drifted off in the memory of last night because I must have missed p

Talia POV It was noon already and only Alexei came back, I was more worried because I didn't get any message from him apart from the one he sent earlier.“Hey,” Tristan said hesitantly, and I noticed his eyes color is brown just like Alexei. “Viktor sent me to get you.”I didn’t move from my spot at the window. “What are you, his servant?”The boy smiled an unguarded, honest smile. “I’m his youngest brother, as you know.” My eyes flitted down to his forearm, free of the markings of the Blacktop, “You haven’t been inducted yet.”The smile dropped. “I will be in few days.”“But you don’t want to,” I said curiously.Caution replaced the open friendliness. “We shouldn’t keep my brother waiting.”He opened the door wider and gestured for me to walk through. I wondered what he would do if I refused to follow him.He was taller than me and definitely stronger, but I got the impression he would have a hard time laying a hand on me. Finally, I moved toward him and followed him through the l

Aria POV “Are you worried Tristan will refuse the tattoo today?” I asked as I lay in Viktor arms after sunrise, tracing his tattoos and the hard ridges of his abs.“Not exactly worried, no. I think he’ll see reason.”I shook my head, and Viktor pulled back to regard me with a frown. “Did he tell you anything?” There was definitely a hint of concern in his voice.“No,” I said. “But I don’t think Tristan will do it because he sees it as the reasonable choice. He isn’t like that. Tristan is driven by emotions. He’ll take the tattoo because he loves you, Alexei and Sergei, because he’s loyal to you.”Viktor nodded and gradually his expression softened before he bent down to press a kiss to my mouth. I smiled against his lips and touched his cheeks, enjoying the feel of his beard against my palms.We stared into each other’s eyes and I could hardly resist telling Viktor I loved him again.He was trying to come to terms with his emotions and I didn’t want to pressure him. It still seemed

Talia POV Alexei wanted me to go with her and his brother for a little celebration because of Tristan induction but I refused and he had no choice but to leave us with Ivan who suddenly had an emergency but promised to rush back within few minutes.Twenty minutes pass, then thirty. Ethan is bathed and dressed and playing with the toys in his borrowed room.I take my now charged phone upstairs to check on him yet again and decide to text Ivan. I don’t want to appear helpless or afraid, but there’s no denying that I am anxious.Ivan doesn’t reply right away, and when that thirty minutes becomes forty-five minutes, my stomach twists into knots and I leave Ethan door slightly ajar and go downstairs. I need to call Alexei, but I don’t want Ethan to overhear anything.Apart from the sounds of Ethan driving the toy truck around the room, the house is quiet. I am too as I descend the stairs, phone in hand.A sound at the back door makes my heart leap. I hurry to the front window, staying out