Love Victor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Admired me?" "Yes. You are number one on the leaderboard. You have beaten so many insane bosses. That is amazing." We had dated for years, so I knew exactly what he liked to hear. His expression softened, and the sharpness in his eyes faded. I pretended to stumble. When he reached out instinctively to catch me, I threw a full dose of sleeping mist straight at him. The motion was clean and instant. Victor collapsed. My hands were shaking, but I didn't stop.

"I love you, Scarlett. I really love you." I sighed and turned to look at the sea. The countdown was still ticking: 7 minutes, 17 seconds. "You were sick, and I still made you give blood for Viviana. You think it didn't kill me?" "I had no choice!" Victor howled like a wounded wolf. "I could never let her die! All I could do was wrong you!" The sea wind tore his words to shreds and scattered them across the sky. Victor came up to me, gripped the hem of my dress tightly, and slowly sank to his knees.

"I love you, Cilia!" Victor's words had me feeezing to my spot, giving him the chance to come closer to me as he repeated in a slower voice. "I love you, Cilia Carpenter. I have loved you from the moment I met you. And I have never felt this way before for anyone." Tears stung my eyes at Victor's words, making me curse my fate. My fate for being dead now. Because that was the only thing holding back us now. "W-we... can't." I whispered, placing my hands on his chest to keep him away while his hands rested on my waist, trying to get closer. "Why?"

“This is wrong. You’re my fiancé’s father.” “I know,” he said. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. Alex does not deserve you. He does not know how to take care of a woman like you.” His fingers pressed harder against me. I moaned softly. I was scared, but I was also very turned on. Victor leaned in and kissed my neck. His lips were warm. His hand slipped under my dress and touched my bare skin, rubbing me slowly over my panties. I was soaking wet. “You’re so wet for me,” he whispered. “You want this too, don’t you?”

“Don’t lie to me. I don’t need your pity. I needed… I just needed you.” Silence. “I loved you,” Victor said, voice raw now, not shouting, not calm. Just broken. “I loved you like a knight loves his god. Like a boy loves the stars. It was fucking pure.” Aaron’s throat worked, but no words came. Victor swallowed hard. “But I guess that wasn’t enough. I should’ve known better. I’m just a sword to you. Not even a man. Just a weapon that bleeds for you.” “I never meant-”

My nipples stayed sensitive under my uniform. On the third night Lucas sent the car again. When I arrived at the house, Victor was already there. He was older than the others, maybe early forties, with salt-and-pepper hair and a strong, commanding presence. He looked at me like he had been waiting for this moment. “Lila,” he said, voice deep. “You are even more beautiful in person.” Lucas and Julian stood back and watched as Victor stepped close. He cupped my face and kissed me. His kiss was different, slower but full of control. His hands roamed down my body, squeezing my breasts through my dress.

I was on my way to the nearest human town, where Victor had opened a joint account with me. I chuckled at how desperate he was to help me. After all, I was the son of his rogue beloved, who he had to leave in order to marry his mate—Liana’s mother. He loathed her and he loathed Liana. He rejected his mate and then killed her, but he kept Liana only to offer her to me. And when the time came, Liana ran away. It was a turn of events I wasn’t expecting. Both Victor and I staged lies in the Elder Council to get her back, but the bitch and her fucking lover won the case so nicely that the tables turned against us.

Victor had a dream of his little sister again. He knew that she was alive but seeing how Violet didn't show up that night made him doubt her. He could read her easily and maybe because he loved her. All night, he watched their photos and videos of lovemaking. He saw his old self looking younger than before and without a scar on his face. He kept telling her how much he loves her and then, there's a clip of them intimate together and it was quite aggressive and in the middle of doing it, he asked her to marry him and she said yes.

"Careful, Regina. You don’t want to push me too far." I stared back at him, refusing to show fear even as my heart pounded in my chest. "You won’t win," I said firmly. "You’ve already lost. Love is stronger than hate, and Lionel and I—we’ll find a way to stop you." Victor straightened, his eyes narrowing. "We’ll see about that. Sometimes, I just think and I remember seeing you running through the woods that very night and thought to myself “Not yet. Let’s first see how their lives play out.” I could have just killed you the night I saw you running through the woods, taken by those kidnappers."

“This is where we begin. Tell me honestly, Lia—is this still what you want? If you’ve changed your mind, say it now. There’s no shame in stopping.” I stared at the plug, then met his intense blue gaze. The memory of his fingers last night, the way he’d made me come while promising to ruin me with both him and Dante, Rob’s neglect, Celeste’s presence downstairs—it all swirled together into a potent cocktail of desire and rebellion. “I want it,” I whispered, my voice trembling but certain. “I still want you to prepare me. To fuck my ass. Everything you promised.” A slow, predatory smile curved Victor’s lips, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with approval. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise wa