Viktor woke me up when he came into the room, and I watched him. The light from the lamp he turned on exposed wounds on his lip, and blood on his cuffs of his dress shirt. 

“What happened?” I muttered, looking at him. 

“Go back to sleep. This is nothing.” 

“It’s not nothing.” I said, sitting up and remembering that I was naked. Yanking the blankets off, I walked to the dresser to pull a shirt out and pulled it on. “Let me have a look at you in the bathroom light.” 

“Go back to bed. I have this handled,” he said and started walking to the bathroom. Sighing, I followed him to the bathroom and leaned against the door as he took his jacket off and unbuttoned his dress shirt. 

“Who did this to you, Viktor?” 

“That’s not important. I told you to go back to bed, Nikita. Damn it, listen to me,” he snapped, and I crossed my arms, not moving an inch. 

“Don’t yell at me. It’s an ungodly hour of the morning, and I don’t appreciate it.” 

Standing at the sink, he turned to look at me. His dress shirt was completely undone and showed off his tanned and fit torso. I let my eyes trail down his figure before meeting his eyes again. 

“It’s not serious, you don’t need to help,” he said finally, grabbing a cloth to clean his lip. I watched him scrub at it, causing it to bleed again. Going to stand beside him, I took the cloth away and frowned. 

“Gimme that. Look at what you’ve done. You’re bleeding again. You could have been far gentler with your lip.” 

Patting his lip with the cloth lightly, he hissed and his eyes darkened. “That hurts.”

“Next time, don’t be so damn aggressive.” I bitched, and he reached out, his fingers tangling in my hair. 

“What a fucking tangled mess,” he said, and clicked his tongue at me. “You should have dried it properly before you went to sleep.” 

“I’m just happy to have gone to sleep and stayed that way for a decent amount of time. I feel pretty good now.” I said. 

With him being this close to me, I could pick up on the scent of alcohol on his breath. But he wasn’t drunk. 

“Was the one who did this the one you were drinking with?” 

“Not quite. But he ruined my drink. I can say with confidence that he is no longer anyone’s problem. Fucking shady drug dealers.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing you need to worry about. I’ve dealt with it already.” Viktor said and slipped his dirty shirt off and tossed it in the bathroom garbage. He unbuckled his belt, pulled it out of his pants, setting it on the counter. “Get me the things you bought earlier.” 

It took a moment for me to realize what he was asking for. I left for the bedroom and grabbed them, coming back to the bathroom. He took them from me and opened the lube. He set it down and reached out, grabbing me by the hips and picking me up. He set on the countertop and unbuttoned his pants. He shoved his boxers and the pants down, exposing his cock. 

He grabbed the hem of the shirt I had on and lifted it up. “Bite this for me.” 

Opening my mouth, I accepted the shirt when he placed it in my mouth. 

“Good boy.”

He ran his fingers down my chest and down around my cock, piquing the interest of my sexual organ. He reached for the lube and put some on his hand, before he opened my legs wider and stepped between them. He set the lube down and grabbed both of our cocks. The lube was slightly cool, but his hand was warming it as he stroked our cocks together. He grabbed my hand with his clean hand and set it on our cocks, and set his other hand over mine and moved our hands and his hips. His cock and hand rubbing against my dick felt pretty fucking delightful. More so because I was sexually frustrated with him, ignoring my need for his cock. 

He slipped his clean hand into my hair, and my scalp stung from the way he pulled my hair. I didn’t hate it, though. It felt pretty good and helped contribute to me being the first one to cum. I jerked on the countertop as Viktor still stroked us both. 

“Tsk. look at the mess you’ve made, Kita.”

“Ugh. Viktor, just stop this and fuck me. God.” I complained, only interested in progressing this even further. 

“If you want it that bad, beg me for it.” Viktor hissed and jerked when he came, his cum hitting my torso and hips. 

“Viktor. Are you kidding—--”

“Not at all. If you want me to fuck you that badly, Kita. You can beg me for it. Otherwise, you can go the fuck back to bed,” he said, and let go of both of our cocks. And the smirk on his face made me want to punch him, but there was something I wanted worse than to punch him. Sex. I wanted the sex I craved from him. 

Letting out a deep sigh, I looked him in the eyes. “Please, Darling. Fuck me senseless. I need you inside of me.” I whispered to him, reaching out to run my fingers down his chest, his groin, and finally down his cock to the tip.  

He smirked and shook his head. “No, I don’t think so,” he said, his voice low and menacing. I groaned in frustration and stepped down off the bathroom counter. The hand job only made me want him worse. I rolled my eyes and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving him alone in the room. I knew I would not get what I wanted from him tonight, but I was determined to get it some other way. 

He followed me out of the bedroom, his footsteps behind mine as I went to the bedroom door. He placed his hand firmly on the door, keeping it closed.

“If you are thinking about doing what I think you are, Nikita, I wouldn’t try it.”

“Someone here will touch me, and I won’t have to beg for it. Rather, I know a few of your men would be happy to bend me over and—----”

Viktor grabbed me by the hair, rudely, and pulled me to the bed. “You have some fucking nerve, Nikita. You want to be this fucking petty to seek comfort from someone else. I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” He bent me over the side of the bed, and pulled the back of my shirt up, and exposed my ass. His one hand was still firmly in my hair, and pushing my face down into the mattress.

I was expecting him to fuck me, instead his bare hand collided with my ass and I jumped. The stinging blossomed right away. 

“Do I have your attention now?” he asked, after the third time he hit my ass. “If you ever touch another man while you wear that ring on your finger, I’ll kill him and break you. Do you understand me, Nikita?”

He let me go, and I panted into the mattress. I heard him fix his pants and leave the room, slamming the door behind him. Sitting up, my cock was hard, and I was trembling. I was seriously fucked up in the head. 

Standing up, my ass was still stinging, and I peeled the shirt off before heading to the bathroom again. Grabbing a cloth, I put warm water and soap on it before scrubbing my chest and beyond. 

Knowing Viktor, he was seething, and was looking for an outlet. Chances were he would be in the training building, and after that, he would avoid me. This was not the first time this shit happened between us.  

I knew I had to talk to him and apologize for my comment, more so now.. It was uncalled for. But first, I needed to clear my head a little, and get rid of this need to have angry sex with him. 

Back in the bedroom, I tossed on some clothing and grabbed my phone. Checking the time before I grabbed my headphones, I sighed. What better time to pace through the Russo Mansion, then at four am. 

Slipping my headphones in my ears, I flicked my music on shuffle. Tucking my phone and my headphone case into my pocket, I left the bedroom. I walked down the hall and downstairs, until I was on the main level, and then I paced around. My ass was still tender, too. 

Henchmen and enforcers passed by me in the halls, but didn’t acknowledge me. I was sure one of them would inform Viktor about my whereabouts, eventually. Rolling my shoulders, I was pretty sure I looked like a walking mess. 

I bumped into Viktor a little while later and outright ignored the look he gave me. He had a few other guys with him and they were discussing something in Italian. He was in different clothing and from the dampness of his hair; he had showered too. 

Walking past him like I hadn’t seen him, I kept up with my wandering the halls for mental clarity. Viktor was sitting on the stairs when I passed them the next time. He reached out for me, and I moved away from him. He stood up after that and followed me as I paced for the next half hour. I stopped when I yawned repeatedly, pulling my headphones out of my ears. 

“You should be in bed, Nikita. You need sleep.” Viktor said and stepped around from behind me. 

“You can go to bed if you like. You didn’t have to wait for me. I’m going to sleep in the spare room, anyway.” I said, before heading back to the stairs, and up them, Viktor kept up with me the entire way. 

“Nikita, I’m sorry I let my anger get the best of me at that moment.”

“You’re… sorry?” I asked, stopping to look at him like I had missed the part where this entire thing was his fault.

“Yes, I shouldn’t have spoken to you or manhandled you like that.”

“Stupid. Don’t fucking apologize. It was my fault, not yours. I knew it would make you react.” I declared, and went to pull my hand through my hair, catching knots along the way and hissing in discontent.