Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

Viktor replied, leaning back as he sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing, while pinching the other until pleasure-pain blurred into heat. He slowly slid down my stomach, stopping just above my hardening cock, stroking it gently while looking up at my face with a smirk. Sylas reached for a bottle of scented oil from the side table; the oil was thick, and golden, smelling of musk and herbs. He poured it generously over Viktor's fingers and my hard cock. The cool slickness made me shiver as Viktor wrapped his hand around my dick and stroked me gently. “You're already leaking at the tip,” Viktor whispered, voice dripping with satisfaction. His thumb smeared the precum over the head

Vasilios roared. Viktor shook his head, pain etched onto his face as Vasilios twisted his arm even more. “I said, surrender!” Vasilios’s voice echoed in the clearing, the command of a man born to be Alpha. Viktor nodded briefly before he whispered, “I yield.” When Vasilios didn’t let go, the pale man said just loud enough for us to be able to hear, “I yield.” Vasilios let go, kicking Viktor into the dirt before he bent down and picked up the dagger from the dust, turning it over in his hand. A hush fell across the crowd as Viktor's supporters stared in shock at the image of their fallen hero.

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

There was a long pause before she finally heard Viktor's voice followed by a commotion that sounded quite clear to her ears. "Yes, Miss Aura?" "What's that commotion?" “Well, Silvano's people came and tried to infiltrate our base,” Viktor answered Aura's question while adjusting his breathing rhythm, which seemed to be still chaotic after successfully blocking Silvano's group attack. "No need to worry. We managed to handle the situation here." Silvano? Shit. Hearing Viktor's answer just now made her even more convinced that she could not stay still. What Silvano has done has crossed the line. She calmed himself before speaking again. "Victor?"

smiled Vicktor. “What do you mean?” asked Vittore. “You son just killed four men,” laughed Vicktor. He was floating on clouds with happiness. “Excuse me!” shouted Narciso. “How is that supposed to help me? If his kill count is high, how will I become the supreme boss?” “Relax! Your kill is higher than him. We are just glad that now we have two nominees on our side. Two are dead making the competition easy. Yoshiro was the real competition. Now it will be easy to help you brothers,” smiled Vicktor.

My mother's spirit pulsed brighter, drawing on our power to break her binding. 'Together,' Rona's voice was barely a whisper now. 'Remember what we are together.' "Enough talk." Viktor's form surged forward, multiple limbs reaching for me. "Give me what I need." Silas threw himself at one of the limbs, trying to buy me seconds. Viktor caught him almost casually, claws puncturing his shoulder. "Loyal to the end," Viktor mocked. "Like a dog." He started to squeeze. I heard Silas's bones begin to crack.

sighs Luka "You can leave the way you came." "You..." "Whatever. Shall we play?" interrupts David as he sees how it could all end. "No, that game is too childish." "Are you afraid they'll know or touch you to do something you don't want to?" Viktor said in a mocking tone. "No shit" Said Camilo receiving the challenge" He got in. Viktor smiled victoriously, seeing that he achieved his goal. "Who else plays?" Michael, Luka, David and Aninka raised their hands.

“I never would have thought he could take down Viktor Baranov in a cold street fight like that. Especially after you held your own against him in the ring last week.” “I’m pretty sure Rocco went easy on me that night in the sparring ring,” I reminded her, resting my hands on the worn wood. “You should have seen him out on the asphalt today, Sienna. Viktor didn't even have a real chance once Rocco stopped playing defensive. He looked like a Don.” She raised a skeptical, dark eyebrow. “You sound like an infatuated teenager right now. What the fuck is actually going on between you two behind closed doors?”

So deep Julian could not breathe. He felt VIKTOR in his belly. He felt him in his throat. "Look at me," VIKTOR said. "I am the one inside you." Julian looked. He saw the sweat on VIKTOR’s face. He saw the dark eyes. "You killed her," Julian said. "You are inside me." "I am yours," VIKTOR said. "I am yours, Julian. Not the Syndicate’s. Yours." He grabbed Julian’s cock and stroked it. Rough. Fast.

As they drove through the glistening streets toward the opulent towers of the Silver Coast, Silvio delivered the final warning, his voice low and lethal. “One more thing, Pope. Alessia Moretti is Viktor’s most prized possession. You look at her wrong, you get a thought in that pretty head of yours that doesn’t belong there… we won’t just break your knees. We’ll skin you alive and feed you to the harbor crabs. Understand?” Pope stared out at the passing city, his reflection a ghost in the window. “I understand.” _____