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

My breath hiccupped as I gasped. He thrust his cock in easily, until he was fully seated inside my warmth. My whole body clenched tight at his sheer size, and I hiccupped back a sob.

Tears spilled down my cheeks as he continued to kiss me—claiming me softly. Just like he said. He was making love to me.

My heart shattered, the pieces flying apart.

Viktor obliterated me.

How could a man like him, a man born in the darkness—surviving in the darkness—hold so much gentleness in him?

Viktor thought he was the savage in the dark—what he didn’t realize was that he was the savage who brought me light in my own pile of darkness.

Viktor ruined me.

He tainted my soul with his own, placing an invisible bond there that marked me as his. He ruined me. For any other man. He made me his. Irrevocably his. Only his. Mind. Body. Soul.

For the first time, I gave someone my everything.

Viktor wrecked me.

The next time, my husband would touch me, his touch would be erased by the memories of Viktor’s. He wrecked me. And I wanted more of the damnation he had placed on my heart.

I felt him starting to pull out, and panic pressured over my chest. My eyes snapped open, and my lips parted with a silent cry.

“…No…”

My eyes widened, and I sobbed louder. My throat worked, painful. I didn’t hear it, but I knew Viktor heard it.

He heard me. No longer the mute broken soul.

No longer his silent myshka.

How this happened—how did I break years of silence—I couldn’t tell. But I knew the reason was right in front of me, his dark eyes penetrating mine.

Through blurred eyes, I could see him apologizing. He thought he hurt me, but little did he know…

He did hurt me. My soul was bleeding for him, only because I was scared our ending wouldn’t be happy. I was scared that this would be our last moment.

I lifted my hand up and caressed his cheeks, my tears leaving wet trails down my own. He was still buried deep inside me. Viktor tried to pull out again, but I clenched around his cock.

He gritted his teeth, and I imagined him hissing as I clenched again. My ankles locked around his thighs, and I thrust my hips upward. I gasped at the sensation.

“Please…Viktor.”

Viktor has given me something so precious and so fragile that it could be broken so easily. And I was scared. Scared of losing him. Scared of losing us.

Please. Please. Please.

His eyes were wide, his chest heaving with each labored breath. His gaze went to my lips, staying there for a moment before moving to my eyes again.

“Valerie…” he started and then shook his head, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

I opened my mouth again, ready to speak. My throat was hurting, practically on fire. After years of not using it, the inside felt like it was being scratched raw and bleeding.

“…Viktor,” I muttered.

“Ah fuck!” he swore, his forehead dropping to mine, his eyes closing tight as if he were in pain.

I didn’t realize this would hurt him just as much. I didn’t realize that I had the power to destroy him.

But in the moment, Viktor looked like I had just left his heart bleeding on the floor.

We obliterated each other.

We were drowning in each other.

Breathless and fighting. For each other.

My lips brushed against his, kissing him softly. He kissed me back, hungrily, and I tasted the saltiness of my tears. Or was it his?

Closing my eyes, I drowned in our wounded kiss. My soul was feeling something that it had never known.

I was falling…falling…falling…

Viktor was falling…falling…falling…

My heart wanted to wrap around him and never let go, whispers of wings growing around the beat of my heart to carry our love.

Viktor tore our lips apart, and I opened my eyes to stare into his dark irises. They were heated again, but I saw all the unsaid emotions there.

“You are going to be the death of me one day, Valerie.”

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, my heart squeezing at his words. But I want to be the reason for you to live.

His lips feathered over mine. “Myshka. One day soon, I will steal you away. But right now, I need to make love to you.”

I nodded, my arms around his neck. Holding him to me, I smiled through my tears. “Yes…make…love…to…me, Viktor.”

His thumb brushed against my plump lips. “Your voice. Fuck. Your voice is the sweetest thing I have ever heard. A fucking melody to my ears, baby.”

My whole body hummed with energy as he ground against me. Viktor slowly pulled away, and I moaned at the loss of him. His chuckle vibrated through his chest when he thrust inside me again.

Once he was fully seated inside me again—his tip touching the entrance of my womb—those broken shards of my heart molded together again. Creating a perfect piece. A beating heart for Viktor.