Victor Idv Novels & Stories

His words died in his throat as his eyes landed on me: legs spread, tits out, dildo stretching my pink pussy, p**n moans still blasting from my laptop. For a long, agonizing second, neither of us moved. Victor was 46, tall, muscular from years of construction work, with salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and a commanding presence that always made me feel small. He was my mom’s husband of four years, and I had always tried not to notice how hot he was. But right now, he was staring directly at my spread pussy with the dildo still inside me. I quickly pulled the toy out with a wet pop, gasping as my pussy clenched around nothing. “Victor… Dad… I… this isn’t…”

Her grief time was stolen as Victor suddenly walked into the room and asked about his wristwatch. Amidst tears, Ivy told Victor everything that happened. He was so enraged at her that he pounced on her mercilessly, punching and kicking her as if she were his pillow. She cried out in pain, begging him to stop. As he finally let her go, he warned, "if you don't want to die, never touch anything that belongs to me ever again, you worthless and dumb illiterate."

"That's generous of you. Framing it as consideration for her." "It is consideration for her." Aidan said Victor smiled, a small smile. The kind that never reached his eyes. "Is it." Not a question. "Or is it consideration for someone else." Aidan said nothing. "I thought I chose well for my daughter," Victor said. "A man who builds things, who finishes what he starts." He tilted his head slightly. "I'm starting to wonder if I was wrong." "I'm not abandoning her," Aidan said. "That's usually what weak men tell themselves."

Maybe she would still be alive. I missed her so much it hurt. I sat next to Dad for a moment, and then I stood up, and while I was leaving, I heard the news playing from the TV. I turned back. ”Victor was on the screen. He looked different now. Thirty-four years old. More powerful. He was one of the youngest and most successful CEOs in the World. I had once dreamed of working in his firm before I had to drop out of school to help Dad run the shop.

Idris laughed. “I didn't sign up for this.” Aldrich whined as he frowned at Idris. “We need a distraction.” _____ Victor Victor watched everything from the control room. The surface. The underground facility. Every camera. Every movement. He gave orders, directed them. He watched Alistair destroy the security forces. Watched Elias reach Caelith. His expression remained cold. Watched the cameras get damaged, he could barely tell what was happening anymore. "Sir?" "Don't confront him." Victor looked at the screen that had a lot of blank boxes now. "That man is not someone you fight."

Women were sometimes blinded by their motherly nature and couldn’t see the truth. The truth was, Victor was a well-built guy with a height of about 185cm. He had a huge advantage in a fight against David, who only had the looks but not the muscles. However, Victor had this likable innocent face that made women fall for him. Allegedly, the room he stayed in was cleaned about seven to eight rounds daily. Kelvin shook his head helplessly looking at Chloe’s worried look.

Maybe it was that unconcealed favoritism that made her unable to forget him all these years. Victor took out his phone. "can youjust tell me your ID and I'll add you?" Bob glanced around nervously, but luckily no one seemed to be watching. He could still keep things under control. But seeing Victor putting on a mating display like a peacock made him want to cover his face and pretend not to know the guy. Eulalia didn't take out her phone, just rattled off a string of numbers. Victor had a good memory and remembered it in one go, quickly typing it into the search bar.

Alora. Him. “Identification?” I asked. “Victor,” he said. “Full name coming through now.” Another man stepped in, holding a tablet this time. “Victor Hale,” he said. “Business affiliations. Strong influence in his sector. Public standing is clean.” Clean. I looked at the image again. Then handed the phone back. The name settled where it needed to. Not as information. As something fixed. Sebastian stepped closer again. “Who is he?” he asked.

I said and he let out a sigh but nonetheless, he answered the greetings. They walked towards me and sat on the opposite couch. Ivy sat on his lap and started grinding on him. Disgusting? At first that is what I thought but when I talked to Ivy, I realised that Victor was her first crush. He may have taken care of us like his own daughters but to Ivy, he isn't her dad so she can fuck him. He even broke her virginity since she was adamant that he had to. Despite Victor 's rejection, he realised that Ivy wasn't going to give up so he did what she wanted. Ivy was the first girl Victor has ever broken Virginity so other than being his daughter he is special to him because of that. He claims that

His hair was slicked back, his jaw clean-shaven, but the raw, animal power he radiated made the high-tech office feel like a cave. "Sit down, Elodie," he said. His voice was a low vibration that skipped down my spine. "What the f**k are you doing here?" The words were out before I could stop them. Victor finally looked up. His amber eyes tracked me, slow and hungry. "I live here. This is my company. I bought Sterling & Associates yesterday morning. I liked their portfolio. And their recent applicant list."