The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

Beautiful.

This was what freedom felt like.

And then I saw the reason for my freedom.

Viktor walked toward me, and unconsciously, I took a step toward him.

We met in the middle, crashing into each other’s arms.

His lips met mine, softly and then hungrily. As if he was craving me. I kissed him back with the same fervor.

In this moment, I forgot about the depravity that was happening behind us.

I focused on Viktor—on this moment.

We kissed under the moonlight while it cast its glow on us.

Our lips separated, and Viktor smiled. Beautiful.

I laid my head on his chest and just breathed him in. I didn’t know how long we stayed like this, but in the end, he moved away and we had to let go.

We had to go back inside—back to reality.

A final glance and I walked away—back to my husband.

I walked inside to find the girl quickly picking up her tray and the glass shards. They were done with her. My heart ached for her, yet I couldn’t do anything.

I was helpless, just like she was.

Quickly moving to my seat, I sat down and looked at my lap, closing my eyes and wishing I was anywhere but here.

The night went on. Dinner came and went, although I could barely stomach anything.

By the end of the night, I just wanted to go back to my room.

I’d rather be trapped there with Viktor—than here.

Chapter 31

Viktor

I watched Valentin’s drunken ass as he sprawled on the bed, snoring like a fucking pig.

He was passed out cold—and I was thankful for that. Maybe drugging his drinks after all had been the best idea. He wouldn’t know. Valentin would think he just happened to drink too much and he passed out because of it. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.

He had plans to visit Valerie tonight, but too sad for him, now he couldn’t.

I would be the one visiting my silent myshka.

Smiling at the thought, I turned away and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

Time to see my girl.

After dinner, Valerie was escorted upstairs, back to her room. The party went on, and finally, when everyone started to leave, I could breathe again. Alessio nodded at me and left too. Thank fuck, I told him about the crazy, fucked-up plans. We would deal with that shit later.

For now, Ayla was at home, safe and sound. Just like it was meant to be.

Valentin was stumbling over his own feet, making his way to his room. He drank some more, celebrating our so-called early win.

I walked into Valerie’s room to find her on the bed. She was sitting with her knees brought up to her chest, her head lying over her arms.

She looked so innocent like this—so fragile. So pure. She appeared untouched by corruption.

But seeing her like this—I wanted to corrupt her.

Valerie’s head snapped up, and our gazes met. She smiled sleepily before opening her arms for me.

Oh, the innocence. She was inviting the wolf with open arms, and she didn’t even know it yet.

I walked toward her, tugging my tie as I went and pulling it over my head. I threw it aimlessly around the room. My jacket followed, and finally I crawled into bed with her.

Valerie’s arms were still wide open, waiting for me. And like a fucking puppy and an animal wanting his mate’s touch, I savored her touch and crawled into her waiting arms.

She giggled silently as I pushed her on her back and laid on top of her. Her thighs opened and cradled my hips between them as I laid my head on her breast, nuzzling between the heavy weights.

I breathed in her sweet scent and let out a sigh, all tension being released from my body. Fuck, this was exactly what I needed after a long-ass day.

We stayed like this for some time, me cradled in her arms while she gently played with my hair. I knew I was heavy on her, but she didn’t make a move to push me away.

Eventually, I lifted my head up to see her serene smile, her face soft and filled with so much adoration. I couldn’t look away.

So I did the only thing I could.

I kissed her. She gasped against my lips, and I kissed her harder, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Taking what she was giving.

It started with the sweetest kiss until there was nothing sweet with the way we were kissing. Our tongues battled fiercely, dancing, and it was…everything and more.

The kiss went straight to my cock, and fuck me, I loved it. I loved being hard for this woman—I fucking loved wanting her.

Because I knew she wanted me just as much.

The kiss deepened, and the heat between us could probably scorch our skin. She clung to me, whimpering and kissing me harder, as if she wanted to bury herself into me—into my soul.