Vim And Victor Novels & Stories

I smiled to myself, time to remind them exactly who this house belonged to now. I found Victor first. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sleeves rolled up, exposing those powerful tattooed forearms. His laptop was open, and he was on a video call, voice low and commanding as he discussed quarterly projections and a hostile takeover bid on a smaller tech firm. The Kane empire never slept.

Victor walked around him slowly, inspecting him like livestock. “Not bad,” Victor murmured. “Good ass. Tight. You’ve never been fucked, have you?” Liam’s face burned with humiliation. “I… I’m not gay.” Victor laughed, low and dangerous. He stepped close, towering over Liam. His big hand cupped Liam’s ass cheek, squeezing possessively. “You will be. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for cock. My cock.” Liam’s breath hitched as Victor’s thick finger traced down his crack, brushing over his virgin hole. The touch sent unwanted sparks through his body.

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

After alighting to open the door for Frost, Leo took a step towards the hotel before hearing his boss calling out. "Did you remember to take care of the emendations in the contract? Asked Frost. Leo gave a nod and they proceeded to the reception area. Even before inquiring, the receptionist, in a light red blazer and matching pleated skirt, went forward and, with a slight bow, asked if they were there to see Mr. Vanross. Leo affirmed, and the receptionist led them towards the special elevator that would take them up to the rooftop where Mr. Vanross, popularly known as Mr. V, was waiting for them.

His attention moved between my face and Camille’s leg with powerful focus. “You’re bleeding” he said to Camille. “And you.” His eyes found me. “You had your firsf shift, mid-fight with no training. You should be dead. Both of you should be dead.” “Thank you for the assessment” I managed, my teeth chattering. Something flickered at the corner of his mouth. “Who are you?” I asked, wrapping my arms around myself. “Victor” he said simply, like the single word should mean something to me which it might have if I’d had any point of reference at all for pack politics beyond my own. “Alpha of Black Diamond.”

Alexander smirked as he stood and was now nose to nose with Vic. The dark confident man took his index finger and placed it firmly under her chin. “I want you Victoria Bura…although I have heard you prefer Vic. And then of course, there are those that call you the ghost.” he finished in an almost calm whisper. Vic’s pupils looked like they were almost breathing with the amount of blood being pumped through her body from the mixture of physical threat and unspoken truth.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

Victor was the one who divulged my reputation to Atticus, although it seemed like an honest mistake at the time. When I don’t say anything, Victor moves in closer pressing his chest flush against my back as his hands slide down towards my hips. “Your mate was an idiot for rejecting you.” My body goes rigid at the mention of Atticus, but Victor immediately begins kissing my neck and my jaw as his hands tighten their grip on my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

Ares. "Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly. It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk. Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes.

His cock was hard. "You want me to kill you?" VIKTOR asked. "Fuck me," Julian said. VIKTOR undid his underwear. His cock sprang out. It was hard and thick. He pushed Julian’s legs open. He spit on his hand. He made his cock wet. He did not use fingers to get Julian ready. He just pushed in. Julian screamed. It hurt. VIKTOR was huge. He split Julian open with no warning. "Shh," VIKTOR said. "Take it."