ChapterFifteen
Desmier
Igaze out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office at Volkova Inc. watching the morning sun kiss the Boston skyline. The view almost has the same ambiance as when I’m at sea watching night turn to day, but this is different.
I still feel like an angry god trapped in the wrong dimension.
I’m certainly not acting like myself, and I know it’s because of her.
Anastasia Sidorov.
My dear little Valkyrie.
I pull her panties from my pocket and sniff them. The scent still holds whispers of last night.
I can still taste her sweet nectar on my lips. Her pussy was as exquisite as fine wine, with the perfect provocative blend of arousal to give you that mind-fucked feeling you get when you’re stoned on the good stuff.
Still, she managed to maintain the sweetness that comes with innocence. Even after I tried to pick her apart and tap into her inner crazy.
Now her essence lingers on my black soul.
I don’t know if that’s what made me overreact when I paid Dr. Marchant a visit at the crack of dawn. Or if it was because I never got to fuck her last night.
If she’d stayed around me a second longer or if I’d gone to my room, I would have buried my cock deep in her sweet cunt over and over again.
I thought I stopped myself because I’d gone beyond my limits of control.
But it wasn’t that.
Having had the time to think, I know it’s because I actually want her.
The Valkyrie has poisoned me with that possessive streak that makes a man want to claim a woman and take everything from her.
Just from tasting her pussy, I knew one fuck to get the craving out of my system wouldn’t be enough.
Anastasia wants me too, but she has Viktor on her mind.
I won’t fuck a woman I want when she’s thinking about another man, even if it’s to fuck him out of her system.
She needs to be fixed.Slowly, so that it’s surely.
Some things are more enjoyable when you take your time. Especially when the object of your desire has given you a way in.
So the sexy punishment I’ve conjured for her will have to do. I can’t lose my own game by allowing my dick to control me.
Pent-up lust had already turned me insane by the time I saw Dr. Marchant. Then again, the man gave the wrong answer when he told me he’d given
Anastasia a thorough internal examination. He then proceeded to tell me all that he’d done to make sure she was clean.
As I landed my fist in his face and rammed him into the wall, I knew I’d made one more enemy. But it needed to be done. He’s clearly one of those old creepy fucktards who use their profession to get away withotherthings. Everything he said sounded like sexual assault and he’s lucky I allowed him to keep his life.
Admittedly I was also pissed because the motherfucker shouldn’t have gotten to see the Valkyrie’s pussy before me.
I can’t remember the last time a woman fascinated me the way she has.
And that’s just one thing.
Her revelation about the Butyrskaya crest divulged more about her than I expected to find.