The Doctor Wife: A Bratva possession
I’m about to turn around when the door behind me clicks shut.
I spin around.
Viktor is leaning against the closed door, arms crossed, scar pulling when he smiles. He’s been waiting. The realization hits me like ice water.
“Looking for someone, Doctor?” His accent rolls slow and thick, making my name sound like something filthy. “Or were you hoping to find me?”
My heart slams against my ribs. I keep my voice steady. “I was looking for Marta. Clearly I found the wrong basement rat instead.”
He chuckles, pushing off the door and stepping closer. “Always with the sharp tongue. I like that about you. Makes me wonder how it would feel wrapped around my cock.”