All Chapters of Craving His Father’s Wife: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

VIKTORA dark thrill ran through my veins, seeing her shiver as she walked into my chilly, air conditioned room. I slammed the door behind me and she jumped, whirling around.Her throat bobbed as I stalked towards her, and she took one step back with each step I brought forward.“I haven’t had sex in a while.” She confessed, her cheeks tinting red under the bright light in the room. Her hands came to wrap around her body, covering her naked arms.“Mmh.” I muttered, throwing my key to the bed and loosening my tie. I stopped walking just to watch her, trying to control myself a bit too.“I still… care about you, Vik. I never stopped caring.”“Shut the fuck up while you can still do it yourself.”“Stop talking to me like that.” She whined, glaring lightly. I started moving again, and she resumed walking backwards. “Oh!” She muttered when her back slammed against the wall. Then she randomly started sliding down, her eyes trained on me. I stopped in my tracks.“Can we talk first? Please?”

VIKTOR“Less than two weeks to go, and we’d take the matter up. I haven’t seen you working on shit, Vik. I see you staring at her like a gone man, instead. You’re still hung up over our father’s wife. I hate to remind you, bro, this isn’t highschool anymore. We had a meeting yesterday, remember? Our shares are at stake.” Leo said as he came to stand beside me at Peppe’s birthday party. Yes, Peppe would always throw a ball.My jaw tightened, and I looked at Leo, “How many times do you intend to hear me say I’m working on it?”“As many times as you can until you manage to stop lying about it.” He replied. I smacked my teeth.“Well then I hope you believe me soon.”Because I plan to take her away from Igor. But I plan to keep her for myself instead.I raised a glass and turned around, walking towards the balcony of the hall. Taking out a stick of my cigar, I placed it between my mouth and puffed out a smoke. “Can I have some?” A syrupy sweet voice caused me to turn around sharply, imme

VIKTORI’d planned to just sleep beside her.Come here, tell her about Felicia and get some sleep by her side before the sun fully rises. That didn’t have anything to do with the way I massaged her breasts in my palms. The way she unconsciously rocked her hips against me, and I allowed it.Tired of the teasing, I grabbed her by the neck and slammed her lips to mine. She moaned against my lips, rocking her hips, and I almost came like a little boy. I pried her mouth open and slipped my tongue inside, our kiss turning dirty in no time.She reached for the strap of her nightgown and started to pull it down, a whimper falling out of her lips. I kiss her slow, taking my time. It was torture, but she seemed to love it, so I fucking loved it too. Then her bare breasts rubbed against my shirt, and I lost it, throwing her down on the bed.She kicked the nightgown off her body, and my eyes licked her bare skin. She wore cotton panties underneath, and my fingers slipped into the band right away,

LOTTIE “I can explain!” I scrambled backward against the headboard, clutching the duvet to my chest as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I looked down at the empty mattress beside me. The sheets were messy and rumpled, but Viktor was gone. There was no trace of him—no clothes on the floor, no body hiding under the blankets, no sound of him in the bathroom. Igor stood in the open doorway, his massive frame blocking out the morning light from the hallway. Behind him, Vittoria hovered, her face pale and her hands clasped together over her nightgown. Her eyes trailed over my body like she was searching for something. Instead of the cold anger I feared, Igor’s gray eyes softened with basic concern as he took in my trembling form. “Are you alright, Charlotte?” Igor asked, stepping into the room. His deep voice held a warm edge that cut through the cold terror in my chest. “I… I thought someone was breaking in,” I stammered, my hands shaking as I pulled

VIKTOR The clock on the wall showed past midnight. I sat on the leather couch in my dark room, holding a glass of whiskey. My head spun with thoughts of her. All I could think about was how she felt under me in her bed. Soft skin, sharp gasps, her whole body shaking in my arms. Then, hours later, seeing her in that suit at my father's business table. It drove me crazy. I needed to hear her voice. I picked up my phone, tapped her name, and hit call. It did not ring. An automated voice said the number was not available. I typed a short text: Pick up, Lottie. I know you are awake. Message Not Delivered. I tried again. Same red mark. She blocked my number. The little brat dared to put me on her blocked list. She wanted to pretend I did not exist, playing the good wife to my father. A low growl left my chest. I set the glass down with a thud and grabbed my car keys off the counter. Igor put me in charge of her safety. I had full access to every room she walked into. She cou