Page 73 of Smoke and Shadows
Morgan’s lips twitched.
Marissa waited patiently for him to say something. Probably a denial. But he couldn’t lie.
“Viktor?” his woman prompted.
“I’m fucking going to gut you, Morgan,” Viktor repeated his threat to the man yesterday.
“Oh, my God? You’re into that?” Marissa asked. “Two women, one man or two men, one woman?”
“Both,” Viktor said. “And I’mnotinto that. Just occasionally. If the woman wants to.” He cut a sharp glance at Marissa. “But don’t get any ideas because I’m not sharing you with any man or woman.”
“So the um, two men, one woman.” Marissa was beet red and her voice trailed off. “Do you and the other guy—”
Jesus. Fuck. Shit.
“No,” Viktor roared.
Morgan burst out laughing and backed out of the kitchen. “I’ll leave you two to sort it out. I’ve got errands to run.” To Marissa, he asked, “You sure I can use this crib while I’m stateside, Ms. Cole?” Viktor wondered what those ‘errands’ were, but he’d guess it was some kind of job.
“I’m sure,” Marissa replied. “I need to get back to DC, anyway. Keep your nose clean.”
“Right,” Morgan nodded. “Call me if you need anything. And thanks for loaning me your car.”
There was an uncomfortable silence in the kitchen after Morgan left the house. Viktor broke it first. “So you’re returning to DC with me then?”
“Do I have a choice?” Marissa asked warily.
“Not really.”
More silence. Viktor knew better than to act all jealous and possessive over Marissa now that he’d had the time to calm down. He still didn’t like it that his woman was sharing such an intimate conversation with another man. But there were just too many strikes against him yesterday that he was probably bordering on psycho territory—Marissa just brought out that tendency in him. He was keeping an eye on Stan Morgan. That man was a troublemaker.
This time it was Marissa who spoke first. “Am I enough for you, Viktor? Sexually?”
His chest clenched from the crushing uncertainty that clouded her face, and he cursed Stan Morgan once more for opening that can of worms. “You’re the best I’ve ever had, kitten.” He pulled her close, pressing their hips together, his eyes gazing into hers intently.
She pursed her lips. “It’s just that I’ve heard so many rumors about your lifestyle from different quarters and yet you’ve never suggested anything deviant for us.”
“Are you suggesting I’m too vanilla?” Viktor’s mouth brushed the tip of her ear. “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, sweetheart?”
“Um…no.”
“Nipple clamps?”
“What?”
“They’re exactly that, something to pinch your nipples—”
“No!”
“Then I won’t,” Viktor murmured. “I get what I need from you, Marissa. I had those kinks all those years because the sex was never satisfying.” And that was the undeniable truth. Though he wasn’t about to tell her it was his way of coping from losing her that first time. A form of control. With her, it was more than a physical connection. It was on a primal emotional level that shot straight to his very soul.
Marissa nodded. “I don’t mind the cuffs and spanking though.”
And just like that, he was ready to take her again. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I don’t mind either. Not at all.”
13
The driveback to the city was uneventful. However, observing how Viktor morphed back into the cold, calculating leader of AGS was fascinating. He was on the phone the majority of the time, just as she was on her laptop. Satellite service was spotty so she would take the occasion to ruminate about what had happened in the last twelve hours.