Kacie

One hand grips my hip and lifts my backside and his other hand pushes my head down creating an arch in my back.

“Viktor,” I breathe.

He doesn’t answer me. He’s silent as he stands above me and I can feel his gaze on me. I’m open to him and vulnerable for him. He slams into me and it’s all rough and anger. It’s his fingers digging into my hip, his strong thighs smashing against the back of mine. He pulls out and slams into me as he holds me down. He’s so hard and I’m so ...