God, it was hard to pull away.
When his lips slammed into mine, I almost dissolved into a puddle of hormones.
It was also the first time I saw the desperation in Viktor’s eyes. He’s always been calm and collected, never losing control.
It makes me worry how we’ll get through the last two days. I’m not sure I can keep pushing him away.
I’m not that strong. Especially not when I see the heartache in his eyes.
Life is so unfair.
If it weren’t for the fact that he’s the head of the bratva and part of the Priesthood, we could be together.
He’d just be an ordinary guy I could fall in love with.
It would be as easy as breathing to love him. He’s shown me so much kindness during my stay here and has done everything possible to make me feel at home.
The times I fought back, he never lost his temper.
Not once did he abuse me.
But Viktor is far from ordinary. He’s a trained killer, a ruthless bratva boss, and my kidnapper.
Just two more days.
My chaotic thoughts and emotions chase me from the bed. Unable to stop myself, I walk to Viktor’s bedroom so I can smell his scent.
I open the door and glance over the dark furniture and bedspread. I step inside and brush my fingers along the wall as if I can steal some of the memories this room might hold.
Looking at the bed, I realize I’ve never seen Viktor asleep.
Does he look peaceful or ruthless when he’s lying in this bed?
Suddenly, I feel the air shift, and spinning around, I see Viktor watching me with an enraged look.
Shit.
We stare at each other, and three years' worth of emotions tense the air until my breaths speed up.
Only two more days.
But I don’t want to say goodbye.
I want to run into his arms and beg him to keep me forever.
I want to be free from my guilt to love him.
Viktor moves so fast that I don’t have any time to avoid him. His arms wrap around me, and his mouth slams into mine with so much force I whimper.
His tongue thrusts past my lips, and the way he loses control should scare me.
Maybe it does, but I don’t get a chance to examine it because Viktor kisses me with so much desperation and need, it clouds my mind.
All the emotions I’ve worked so hard to bottle up explode like fireworks through me. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.
When my tongue brushes against his, a growl rumbles deep from his chest, and the last of his control is obliterated.
My hands move to the sides of his neck, and I kiss him with every emotion he’s made me feel.