5 SHE WILL BE MINE
1510 Words
Demitri POV
I watch my Vikson’s ass as she walks out of the bathroom. My d**k swells, and I reach down and adjust myself.
Damn, that woman drives me wild—the things I want to do to her. I will do every last one of them, too, after I make her mine. Seeing her handle herself like that only solidifies she is meant to be at my side and in my bed. I hear a low growl and realize it’s coming from me.
I watch as Lev and Orin grab Susie off the floor. “Take her in the private elevator to avoid the club,” I order them.
They drag her out, kicking and screaming. She begged me not to do this.
I have warned her to stay away from me, or I would revoke her membership here.
Now, she crossed the line and touched something that belonged to me. She, like everyone else, knows my reputation. You don’t cross me and live to tell about it.
I follow them down, and they put her in a chair. I slide my hands in my pockets and lean back against the wall.
Watching her bleeding, crying, and begging is a disgusting sight. She is weak and pathetic. I never understood the attraction many had to her in the club.
She is a manipulative cold b***h. I knew it from the first time I saw her. She is nothing like my Vikson.
“I am the woman you need, Demitri. We were made for each other. Let me show you,” she pleads, making my stomach turn.
I push off the wall and move right in front of her. My face is hard, and my voice is cold. “I would never touch you. I have told you this. Now you dare to touch what’s mine,” I tilt my head to the side to see if she understands me clearly.
Her eyes flash with anger. “What does she have that I don’t?” she yells. “Everything” is my one-word answer.
I look up to Orin. “End her,” I order. He reaches down and snaps her neck so quickly that she doesn’t even know what is happening.
“Call and schedule for a drop in the morning,” I order, walking out of the room.
Lev enters the elevator with me. I hit the button for the penthouse. Many don't understand us living above Desire.
It makes perfect sense to me. Out of all our clubs, it is the highest earner, and we had no need for homes with our pledge to the Bratva. Until now, I think to myself.
When the doors open into the penthouse foyer, I go straight to the bar, needing a drink.
I pour a tumbler of Vodka and slide the bottle to Lev, who does the same. I walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a drink as I look out at the city lights of Las Vegas.
When I turn, I see Lev has sat in his usual leather chair. I walk over to my matching one across from him and let my large frame sink into it.
I feel relaxed for the first time today. While resting my glass on the armrest, I eye Lev closely.
“Tell me everything that was said,” my voice held curiosity and warning not to leave anything out.
Lev gazes out at the lights as if recalling the night.
“I was watching her the same as you. Seeing her get aroused at different scenes and turned off by others was nothing new,” he pauses, taking a drink and then meeting my eyes.
“But I noticed something else as if she was in deep thought. I approached her, invading her space to see if I made her uncomfortable,” he said, then laughed.
“The Vikson doesn't get intimidated. She gets more aroused when pushed,” he says while raising his brows.
“I asked her to tell me what she saw, but she only generalized—answering with want, need, and pleasure. Then she was a brat and turned the question on me,” he chuckles.
I lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees. The thought of spanking that firm little ass of hers until it's pink has me rock hard and my palm itching.
“Continue,” I demand, trying to cover the arousal in my voice.
“She told me to look around and tell her what was missing,” Lev says.
Now, that has my attention. Desire is my pride and joy. There isn't a more luxurious b**m club in the country. Our moderators are always on top of everything, and we do background checks on all members. We stay well stocked in all supplies, especially condoms, for our member's safety.
When Lev continues explaining about instructors and a suggestion box, I lean back, finishing my drink.
“The Vikson is smart,” I say. Lev laughs. “That’s exactly what I told her. I bet she has more ideas, too,” he grins.
“How do you plan on asking her?” I say a little gruffer than intended. I know Lev is just as obsessed with her as I am.
A year of us both watching her, seeing her get aroused every visit, and not touching her is enough to drive a man insane. I’m done waiting and wanting.
“She offered to play poker with me before. I say we invite her over for a night of poker,” he says with a wicked grin.
“You're not talking about playing for money, are you?” I say with a smirk. “Net,” (no) he replies.
“I also told her you wanted her.”
I feel the warmth flow through me at his confession. Want is a mild word for what I feel when it comes to her.
I grunt, then ask. “Did you also tell her you want her?”
Surprise crosses Lev’s face. “I thought I was hiding it well. No woman would accept what I need from them or who I am,” he says.
I shake my head at him. Lev needs to embrace his darkness and needs, not fight them.
“She would,” I say confidently. I have never seen her judge anyone in the time she has been a member here.
“I don't know,” Lev says, unsure, and finishes his drink.
“How would this work? We both want her?” he asks with a curious look.
“As if going against our brotherhood isn't enough,” he mumbles.
“What did I tell you when I took you under my wing?” I ask, irritated at him.
“That you would always be my family. You became my brother that day,” I say sternly.
“We are both dominant,” he retorts. “Da, as long as I am lead, I have no issues. Can you live with that?” I ask him. He needs to be sure if we are going to claim her together.
“Da,” (yes) he answers. I have seen Lev take on and kill three men at once. But he has always listened to my orders without question.
“I am done waiting to claim her. My men will stand with me if we go to war, just like I know you will. A woman like her is once in a lifetime. I have never wanted another as my own. I will fight and kill to have her,” I say firmly.
“Will you?” I ask Lev, looking at him pointedly.
“I will, even if she can't accept me,” he replies but has determination in his eyes.
“We will prepare her. She may not be ready for either of us yet, but she will be. I plan on pushing every boundary our little Vikson has set in her mind and showing her what is beyond her fantasies of pleasure,” I say with a devilish smirk.
“She used the nickname she gave me again tonight,” he says, running his hand down his thigh roughly.
I growl and grip the armrests of my chair until they crack and pop from the strain. What will she call me? What will her voice sound like when she is in the throws of pleasure?
“I want to tie her down and set her deepest desires free,” I declare, laying it out for him.
He reaches down and squeezes his c**k. “f**k Demitri, talking about her makes me want to bend her over and f**k her while you fill that bratty mouth of hers.”
My d**k jerks in my pants at Lev’s words.
“Call her after you make the drop in the morning. Schedule a poker game. The sooner, the better,” I say. Lev grins and stands to make us fresh drinks.
Soon, little Vikson, soon. I think to myself.
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