Kamilla huffed angrily and pushed off the sofa. She just got more pissed the more she thought about it.
Viktor came strolling back into the lounge area as he rid himself of his jacket and shirt. Kamilla averted her gaze from his body and glared at his face
instead.
Viktor didn’t look at her as he went behind his mini–bar. “Don’t you know it’s bad manners to stare at a king?” he murmured mildly.
Kamilla scoffed. “Hah! That’s so lame!”
Viktor looked at her. “What’s your problem?” he demanded through gritted teeth.
Kamilla stalked over to the bar and slapped her hands onto the counter, glaring at him with narrowed green eyes. “You! Next time you use those fingers of yours to turn my music off, I’ll chop them off and put them in a stew for Xavier’s dogs!”
Viktor’s eyes narrowed to blue slits before he let himself grin, the smile curving across his face like priceless decoration.
He raised his hands, moving his fingers. “Oh? You mean these fingers?” Viktor tilted his head and splayed his palms on the counter, leaning over it. “You didn’t seem to have a problem with my fingers when you were cumming on them. Or did you forget that? Huh, Kamilla? Did you forget how I sucked your juices off these very fingers?
Kamilla’s mouth slowly dropped open until her jaw was practically sitting on her chest. Had he just gone there?!
Closing her mouth she raised her chin and looked at him. “Y–you feel very proud of yourself, don’t you?!” Viktor’s eyes twinkled with arrogance and Kamilla felt her blood boil. Stepping back, she set her hands on her hips. “Well, FYI, Mr. King… You’re not even my type!”
Viktor scoffed and poured himself half a tumbler of whiskey. “Oh, yeah? And what is your type? Spineless little pop idols?”
Kamilla was practically seeing red at this point! He had not just insulted her boys, had he?!
Huffing, she pointed a finger at him. “Yes! At least they’re not centuries old! They’re young and fresh and so freaking handsome! Hah! Please! Those ‘spineless‘ pop idols are exactly my type, while you are old enough to be my ancestor! Who knows? You might be!”
Panting from her anger, it took Kamilla a minute to realize just how intensely Viktor was staring at her.
A few seconds of silence passed during which his gaze only intensified on her.
When she felt the first energies of his anger, she slowly gulped and looked away from him. Okay… now he was pissed.
Slowly and deliberately, Viktor came around the counter, walking towards her. Kamilla lifted her gaze only high enough to see that he’d taken off his boots. His bare feet approached her stealthily, making Kamilla take a step back.
Viktor drew even closer, the more she receded. “What was that?” he asked quietly, his voice carrying a dangerous undertone. “I’m not your type? old enough. to be your ancestor?”
Kamilla gulped again and peaked up at his face innocently. “Huh?”
Viktor hadn’t stopped walking even though there were only inches between their bodies now.
Kamilla shrunk away from the heat emanating off of him, but didn’t get far. Viktor’s hands snuck around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Kamilla bit her lip and stared at his neck, afraid of the power she’d feel if they made eye contact.
“What’s wrong now, Kamilla?” Viktor asked in a murmur as he lowered his head, his mouth hovering above hers. “Bat’s got your tongue?”
Kamilla could barely breathe. This was what she got for her big mouth.
Viktor’s mouth curled in annoyance at her words. Before Kamilla could think of what to say, his hands gripped her waist and hoisted her up so her legs hooked around his waist.
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She gasped, clutching his shoulders as he spun around and pressed her up against the wall by the bar, his breath hot on her neck Kamilla could feel herself losing her defences. Damn, she hated this. Hated how weak she was for him.
His hands curled over her bare thighs under her short summer dress and squeezed, “Let’s see…” he murmured against her skin, making Kanilla tremble, let’s just see if you can think about those little boys while I fuck you.” (1)
Kamilla hadn’t even absorbed his words before his mouth captures hers and every ounce of Viktor’s desire, every bit of his dominance exploded in the kiss Kamilla felt like the breath had left her lungs.
Her arms went around his neck as she drank out of his kiss, matching every bit of his lust, his hunger with her own.
Viktor had never tasted anything as fucking delectable in his entire life. Her sweet mouth clung to his, giving him as much as he wanted. A moan rose up in his throat and he jerked her tighter against him, carrying her over to the large sofa where he pressed himself down against her,
Kamilla’s hands stroked over his bare chest and Viktor could help the ragged moan that tore out of him as she touched his body, weakening him far more than she knew she had the power to do.
“Fuck yes…” he groaned. “Touch me,
Kamilla.”
Gripping her flimsy summer dress, he tore it off of her, incomprehensibly desperate to have her naked body exposed
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to
his gaze.
Lowering his head, he crushed his mouth hungrily against hers. How dare she say she preferred those worthless humans over him?!
Nobody! Nobody, but him would ever lay a hand on Kamilla. Not on his Queen.
She was pushing his pants off when her back arched off the sofa as Viktor’s finger’s found her core, wet for him. With his hands alone, he was doing things to her that Kamilla never thought humans could physically feel.
“Fuck… Viktor….” She gasped against his mouth, whimpering with desire and Viktor felt himself grow even harder, his desire for her growing even deeper and darker. She was in his head. Kamilla was so deep within him, she was in his soul.
“Nobody,” he growled against her neck as he entered her with fierce desire. “Nobody, but me.”
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Amanda Borchansky
She is acting like a child…. c’mon…
Kyra
BTS
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