Burn

Chapter Eleven

Brianna:

Viktor spun around and I stepped out from behind his broad shoulders.

"What are you doing here, Blake?" I folded my arms in front of me, looking away from him.

"I came to talk to you to see if we can work things out, but clearly you're occupied with spreading your legs for any man you can get. Never took you for a skank, Brianna." He sneered and my eyes widened.

"How f*****g-Viktor!" Viktor crossed the room and his fist planted in Blake's jaw, sending him flying.

Viktor picked him up by his collar, bringing him close to his face.

Blake was tall and lean at 5'11, but he had nothing on Viktor's 6'6, muscular frame.

Blake struggled to get out of his grip, trying to land a punch anywhere, but his attempts were unsuccessful.

"Watch how you f*****g talk to her." Viktor growled, before bringing his fist up to punch him in the face again, blood spurting from Blake's nose and mouth.

"Viktor, let him go!" I ran up to him, placing my hands on his bulging bicep.

Blake turned his head to spit, some blood and a tooth landing on the floor.

Viktor looked down at me, his cold grey eyes sending a shiver down my spine.

"Please." I whispered, looking up at him from under my lashes.

His grip loosened on Blake and he pushed him, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Get the f**k out of here." Viktor snarled.

It took Blake sometime to compose himself, before he got up, turning his back to us and walking away. I thought that he was actually going to leave for a second, before he spun around and charged up to Viktor with a knife in his hand.

"Blake, no!" I screamed as Viktor pushed me back behind him.

He grabbed Blake's hand tightly before he could stab, taking the knife from his grip and throwing it across the room, making it stick straight into the wall in the living room.

He twisted Blake's arm until I heard a sickening crunch and I cringed as Blake yelled in pain.

"I'm giving you one more f*****g chance to walk out of here, before I break both your f*****g legs and you have to be carried out." Viktor growled, the dark edge in his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

"Okay, okay! I'll f*****g leave! Just let me go man!" Blake shouted.

Viktor still didn't release him, instead spinning Blake around with his arm still twisted and pushing him towards the foyer.

"Brianna, get the door." I opened the door, and Viktor pushed Blake out hard, sending him flying into the hallway.

I closed the door and locked it, leaning against it. Viktor stood in front of me his body still tense. We both stared at each other for a moment, before I looked away.

" I think you should go." I said softly.

"What? Why?" His tone was one of disbelief and I looked up at him.

"I need some time alone, Viktor." I crossed my arms over my chest, refusing to look at him.

His hand grasped my chin, pulling it up so I was forced to meet his gaze.

"You have tonight. Tomorrow you're mine." Was all he said, before pecking my cheek and moving me out of the way so that he could leave.

I blew out a breath, wondering not for the first time in the past few days, when my life had turned into this big mess.

I went into the kitchen to grab my big wineglass, taking a big gulp before getting dinner started.

I decided to make something simple; shrimp Alfredo with garlic bread.

I managed to polish off the entire bottle of wine by the time I was done cooking, so I opened another. I sat at my nook overlooking the city and ate my dinner, replaying the events of this evening in my head.

In all of my years of knowing Blake and being with him, I've never seen him act like this and pull a knife on somebody.

This situation could've ended so much differently and it made a shiver go down my spine. He's never spoken to me in this manner before either and it left me wondering where it all went wrong.

And Viktor. He was certainly a force to be reckoned with. I secretly loved how protective he was and how he stood up for me. I just needed some space to process what happened and what I wanted to do.

The things Viktor made me feel surpassed anything I felt for Blake in the entire three years we were together. There was something about Viktor that drew me to him and I couldn't deny the chemistry we had.

But there was also something dark about him, and that darkness scared me. I knew he was a player and that he's slept with multiple women, which made me extremely wary of him.

I've been through a lot already and I don't know how much more I can take. But Viktor looks like he may be worth it.

I finished eating dinner, deciding to call it an early night tonight. I was exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions I've been on, and I just wanted to sleep. I fell face first onto my bed, the wine doing its job to keep me relaxed. I closed my eye and drifted off to sleep.

~.~

I was running late this morning, which was one of my pet peeves. I absolutely hate being late to work. To me, it was unbecoming of a boss. This morning, I couldn't help it though. I guessed that I was more tired than I thought, because I slept through my alarm and I woke up around 9 in the morning.

"f**k f**k fuck." I muttered, hurrying in the shower.

I decided to forego makeup since I didn't have the time, and I decided to leave my hair down since I didn't have time to do much with it.

I slipped into the first appropriate dress I could find for the office, which happened to be a lavender colored wrap dress that had long sleeves. I shoved my feet into a pair of nude pumps and didn't even bother changing the bag I used yesterday.

Thankfully it was white so it didn't look too bad. I picked up my phone before leaving the room.

I didn't have time for coffee and as I rushed downstairs through the kitchen, I couldn't help but give my espresso machine a longing look.

I made my way to the elevator, quickly pressing for the ground floor. My phone vibrated and I saw that it was Viktor.

"Where are you?" He asked gruffly and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm on my way to the office now. Is something wrong?"

"Yes, you're late." He sounded annoyed, which put me in a mood because I wasn't up to dealing with anyone's s**t today.

Least of all his.

"I'm on my way." I said in a clipped tone, before hanging up.

I didn't even wait for him to respond.

My phone vibrated in my hand and I saw that he sent me a message.

Viktor 9:35AM ~ You're really asking for a spanking little girl.

My insides turned into jelly at his words and my imagination ran wild with the things he could do to me.

I didn't respond to his message, just left it on read as I got into it my car and made my way downtown to the office.

Of course the day that I run late is the day that had the most amount of traffic, so it was a little after 10:30 by the time I made it to the office.

"Mr. Markov would like to see you in his office." The secretary, Layla, informed me.

Oh boy.

I gave her a nod, murmuring a thank you, before making my way into his office.

He stood with his back faced to me, his taylored suit hugging his broad shoulders and sinewy muscles of his arms.

I placed my bag on his desk, leaning against it with my arms folded.

"You wanted to see me?"

He turned his head to look at me, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Why are you late?" He asked sternly and I rolled my eyes.

I felt like pushing his buttons a little and I wanted to see how far I could take it before he got really mad.

"I don't see how that is any of your business." I answered and his eyes narrowed on me.

"It's my business because I'm making it my business. What the f**k were you doing, Brianna?" His deep voice dropped a few octaves and I felt wetness seep out of my core.

I kept silent, choosing to ignore him instead and I looked down at my manicured nails.

I heard his low growl and it sent a shiver down my spine. He was in front of me in a flash and he crowded me against the desk, forcing me to climb up onto his desk.

"I asked you a question, little girl."

I wanted to cave, but that impish part of me didn't allow me to.

"You want to know what I was doing? None. Of. Your. Business." I whispered, a wicked smile slowly curling my lips upwards.

His grey eyes darkened and his jaw clenched tightly. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he yanked me off the desk, spinning me around so that my back was pressed to his front.

"Viktor! Wha-?!" He pushed me down onto the desk so that my breasts were pressed against the flat surface.

He lifted my dress and I felt his hand come down onto my ass cheeks.

"Ah!" I squealed, feeling another one.

"This is what mouthy little brats get." He growled into my ear, making more of my wetness seep out into the flimsy thong I had on.

"Viktor!" I cried out as he continued spanking me.

I felt him stop after he reached fifteen and I felt his hands rub over my tender flesh, making me squirm against him.

"Please." I whimpered, not even knowing what I was asking for.

All I knew was that I was mindless with lust and only he could provide the relief I needed.

"Sh." He hushed me, slipping his fingers between the flesh of my ass and the string of my thong.

"Such sexy panties, Brianna. Who are you wearing them for?" He asked casually, but I couldn't focus on the question he asked.

All I could focus on was the throbbing pulse between my legs and how much I needed him to help with the ache.

When I didn't answer, he removed his hand from my ass and reached his hand around to pull up the front of my thong, forcing the sodden lace material to dig between my folds, stimulating my clit.

I couldn't help the scream that escaped me and his free hand clamped over my lips.

"Shhh, little kitten. Can't have everyone know what we're doing in here now can we?" He murmured deviously.

My eyes rolled back into my head as he sawed the thong back and forth against my clit, making my legs shake in ecstasy.

My wetness were coating my thighs by now but I couldn't even find it in me to feel embarrassed.

If he kept up like this, he was going to make me c*m. As if he could tell what I was thinking, he stopped, making me moan in protest behind his hand.

"Not so fast, little one. You're going to answer my questions before I allow you to cum." I could hear the smirk in his voice as i tensed beneath him.

"But first..."

His hands gripped my thong and he ripped it off easily, making me squeal as it stung me. The cool air against my heated p***y felt so good, I couldn't help but spread my legs wider.

He bunches up the soaked, torn material in his hand, before shoving it into my mouth.

"There, that should keep you quiet while I'm busy." He muttered.

He stepped back to take a look at my exposed ass and p***y, and I couldn't help the heated blush that blistered my cheeks, and I tried to reach back to cover myself, but he gave me a low growl and smacked my and away.

"Hands on the desk. If you move them, you don't get to cum." I groaned in protest, but complied and placed my hands on the desk.

He kneeled on the floor behind me and I felt his hands squeeze my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so that I was completely bare to his eyes.

"f**k, you have such a pretty pussy." He whispered and I felt my cheeks burn.

He leaned forward to smell me and I heard him groan.

"You smell so f*****g good. Makes me wonder how you taste." His words were making my p***y ache and I couldn't help but thrust my ass back against his face, making him chuckle.

"Patience, little kitten." He murmured, before burying his face between my legs, taking me in.

I couldn't help but gasp as he sucked my folds in between his lips, one at a time. He nipped and sucked at them, causing my legs to tremble beneath me.

His tongue flicked out, parting my folds and heading straight for my little bud, which made me tighten my grip on the desk.

Fuck, it felt so good.

My muffled moans let him know how much I appreciated what he was doing and he rewarded me by sucking my clit in between his lips, nursing it, which made my knees buckle.

"Ahhh!" I squealed behind my panties, grinding my hips against his face.

He moved away from my clit, giving it one last sensual lick, before moving down to my hole. I whimpered as he stuck his tongue inside me, my grip tightening on the desk as he pushed it deeper and began f*****g me with it.

His thumb began running circles on my clit at the same time and tears sprung to my eyes at the intense pleasure of it.

"Please let me cum." I moaned around the panties in my mouth, my voice coming out in muffled pants.

I felt him pull back and I whined in protest. I didn't want him to stop, ever.

He plunged two fingers inside of me, keeping his thumb on my clit to stimulate it and he stood behind me, pulling me up against him until I was on my toes.

He pulled the panties out of my mouth, throwing it onto his desk and wrapping a hand around my throat in a firm but gentle grip.

"You're going to tell me what I want to know, or I won't let you cum." He whispered in my ear and I gurgled out an affirms of some sort.

"Why were you Late this morning?" He asked gruffly, speeding up the movements of his fingers.

"I-I-." I stuttered, not able to form a complete sentence for myself.

He turned my brain into complete mush and I couldn't think straight.

"Brianna. Tell me. Were you with Blake this morning?"

"Ah- What? No! Of course not!" I answered him indignantly.

"Then why were you late?" He asked, slowing his fingers down so the it was barely moving in and out of me, and I could feel the orgasm that was building start to dissipate.

"I overslept!" I shimmied my hips to get him To pick up the pace again, but he ignored all my signs, choosing to tease me instead.

This felt like torture.

Mindblowing torture. But torture all the same.

"Viktor, please!"

"One more question little one, and I'll allow you to cum."

"Did you see your ex again last night, or this morning?" He asked and I shook my head vehemently.

"No!" I whined desperately as his thumb circled my clit teasingly.

"Okay baby, I want you to c*m on my fingers." He whispered in my ear, picking up the paces of his fingers and curling them up so they hit that sensitive spot that had my walls tightening around his fingers.

The effect was immediate and I felt his hand cover my mouth as I screamed, coming around his fingers intensely.

My knees buckled and I would've fell if he didn't hold me against him tightly. My vision blurred for a second and my legs tightened around his hand as i gushed around his fingers.

My breathing stuttered in my chest as he rubbed my clit, drawing out the intense sensations running through me. I sagged in his grip, feeling boneless. When the tremors stopped, he pulled his fingers out of me.

He brought his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean with a husky groan.

"You taste amazing." He murmured, placing a soft kiss on my neck.

"Can you stand on your own?" He asked, and I nodded, straightening my body.

He spun me around, letting his erection dig into my stomach.

"I never got to kiss you earlier. Such a shame." He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and I couldn't resist pulling it between my lips and sucking on it softly.

His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me.

"You're really trying to get f****d over the desk right now." He muttered and I blushed.

He popped his thumb out of my mouth and leaned down, taking my lips in a passionate kiss that had heat stirring up my insides again.

His tongue tangled with mine as I tried to move in closer, feeling his hands slip down to my ass and squeeze. I pulled away when I started to become overwhelmed and he rested his forehead against mine as we both panted.

"I know that I said I would give you time, but after tasting you, I can tell you that you only have limited time before I take you, little kitten. I'm ready to make you mine." His voice sounded deeper, like he was holding himself back.

" Viktor-."

"Don't say anything yet, baby. Now is not the right time to think about this or discuss it. We have two potential venues to go look at with Kimberly and one, and I have a meeting in twenty minutes. Go freshen up." He kissed my forehead softly, before letting me go.

I turned my head to look at my ruined panties on the desk and with a blush, I reached out to grab it, but he took them from me.

"These are mine now." He gave me a wicked grin as he tucked them into his pocket and my jaw dropped.

"Viktor!" He gave me a pat on my ass and sent me on my way.

With my permanently red cheeks, I grabbed my handbag that was still miraculously on his desk, and scurried to the bathroom he had in his office, taking out my toiletry pouch I kept in my bag, and taking out a fresh pair of panties for me to wear.

I finished cleaning up, putting the underwear on, before leaving the bathroom.

I stopped in surprise when I saw who was standing in front of me as I walked out.