All Chapters of Viktor Blacktop Bride : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria POVThe second I fastened my seatbelt, Sergei pulled the Ferrari away from the curb with impatient force.The engine growled beneath us as he drove one-handed through the streets of New York balancing his coffee awkwardly between his legs because the car didn’t have cup holders.I glanced down at my own coffee before lifting the donut box slightly. “Am I allowed to eat in this thing?” I asked carefully.Sergei snorted. “It’s a car, not a museum.” He jerked his chin toward the box. “Pass me the lemon-glazed one.”I handed him the donut carefully while trying not to laugh at the ridiculous sight of a teenage mafia prince steering a Ferrari with one hand and a pastry in the other.“The cleaning people can deal with crumbs,” he added casually before taking a large bite.I pulled out a plain donut for myself and settled back into the seat.For a while, silence stretched between us comfortably, interrupted only by the roar of the engine and the distant noise of traffic outside.Then I

Viktor POVEvery morning, I woke before sunrise.The mansion was still wrapped in silence just the faint hum of the air conditioning and the slow breathing of the woman lying beside me.Aria shifted under the covers when I reached for my swim trunks.The was barely noticeable but my attention immediately locked onto her even half asleep, she reacted to everything around her.Her body never truly rested. It stayed alert as if fear had seeped so deeply into her and it had become part of her bloodstream.I moved into the bathroom to change, sleeping in briefs was an adjustment I’d made for her sake.Normally, I preferred less restriction, but waking up beside a heavily tattooed man wearing nothing had clearly unsettled her during the first nights.Since then, her panic had lessened slightly and she no longer looked at the bed like it was an execution table.When I stepped back into the bedroom, she was awake.Aria sat propped against the headboard, the blankets gathered around her waist

Viktor Sergei barged into the guestroom without knocking, pulling up his pants in the process.I stopped and the whore on her knees before me threw a look over her shoulder. “What’s the matter?” I asked.“Your wife walked in on us fucking the whores and she freaked.”“Fuck, didn’t I tell you to take your fucking into a room?”“We were in a room and why should we hide in our own home?” he muttered.I pulled out of the whore’s ass then grabbed my short and put them on before I followed Sergei back into the living area.Alexei stopped fucking his whore when he spotted me. “You stay like this because I’m not done with you,” he growled as he released the woman’s neck, pulling out of her and coming toward me, not bothering to cover himself.Shards and water as well as blood covered the ground. There wasn’t much blood, though, to have been anything serious. “What happened here?”“She panicked, fell, and cut herself,” Alexei said.“You need to get a handle on her.”I left him standing there

Viktor POV “I had to stitch her up because she got cut by some glass and I think it would be wise to keep your sexual activities in your own wing. Now that she lives under the same roof, the risk is too high that she walks in on you again.”“This is my home and we don’t have any maids because we didn’t want to feel like we were being watched in our home but now you want me to hide in my own wing when I want to fuck a whore?”I sank down across from him. “Don’t turn this into a bigger deal than it is. You have more than enough places to go about your fucking, Alexei and when Tristan was younger, we were more careful as well, and you could deal with it.”“Your wife is a grown woman, shouldn’t she be able to handle it?”“You know why she doesn’t and she’s too scarred from her past, but even if she weren’t, I don’t want her to see you or Sergei fucking around. She doesn’t need to see your dick.”He chuckled. “She doesn’t see yours either and maybe that’s the problem. You can really fuck

Aria POV My cheeks turned hot when he crouched before me and pushed my nightgown up, giving him a clear view of my panties.It was a vulnerable position, but despite the nerves coursing through me, my fear was only a distant voice in the back of my mind, where I’d buried my most hurtful memories.Viktor fingers were gentle and clinical as he felt my wound. “Does it still hurt?”I shook my head, startled by the light tingling his touch caused. I hoped he didn’t realize how my body reacted to him.He was very careful when he pulled out the stitches, so it only stung the slightest bit. When he had pulled the last stitch, his eyes took in the small scar, and he brushed his thumb over it. My breath got stuck in my throat from the sensation that traveled all the way to my center and I’d never experienced anything like it.Viktor straightened. “All done, the small scar will fade eventually.”“It’s not like anyone but you will ever see it,” I said, and his expression became strangely intent.