Bound To The Devil

Valarie’s POV

( Continuation of  previous chapter)

She forced a slow, sultry smile as she leaned closer to Viktor, letting her fingers trail over his arm. “Mmm, you’re bold,” she purred. “I like that.”

Viktor smirked, completely unaware of the trap closing in around him. “Bold?” he echoed, his voice thick with arrogance. “Sweetheart, I know what I want. And right now… I want you.”

Valarie barely stopped herself from rolling her eyes.

She hated men like him—smug, entitled, thinking they could buy or charm their way into a woman’s bed. If only he knew he was already a dead man walking.

Her phone vibrated discreetly in her purse, the signal she’d been waiting for.

It’s done.

Her team was in position. Backup was watching from a distance, waiting for her signal. Everything was set.

Now, she just had to play her part.

She let Viktor guide her into the black car waiting for them outside the club, his hand settled low on her back—too low for her liking. But she bit her tongue, giggling as she leaned into him, letting him think he had her exactly where he wanted.

The drive to his penthouse was suffocating. He flirted the entire way, his voice dripping with smugness, his hand resting possessively on her thigh.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a long time,” he murmured, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. “And believe me, I’ve had plenty.”

Fucking disgusting.

But Valarie smiled sweetly, pretending to be flattered. “Oh?” she cooed, tilting her head. “Then what makes me so special?”

Viktor chuckled darkly. “You’re not just sexy, baby. You’re fierce. I can see it in your eyes. That’s the kind of woman I like.”

If only he knew how right he was.

The moment they reached his penthouse, he wasted no time.

As soon as the door shut behind them, his hands were on her. He kissed her hard, his grip firm as he pressed her back against the wall. His lips moved down to her neck, his hands roaming over her body like he already owned her.

Valarie let out a breathy laugh, pretending to melt into it, when in reality, her fingers twitched for her blade.

Viktor growled against her skin. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to see what you look like underneath this dress.”

He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her effortlessly, carrying her toward the massive king-sized bed.

Valarie let him.

Because she was almost there.

He tossed her onto the mattress, hovering over her, his eyes dark with lust.

And just when he leaned in to kiss her again—

She gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Wait,” she whispered breathlessly.

Viktor frowned. “What?”

She bit her lip, glancing away shyly. “I just… I need to take off my makeup first. I hate the feeling of it when I sleep with someone.”

Viktor groaned, frustrated, but smirked. “Fine. But don’t take too long, sweetheart.”

Valarie giggled, sitting up and smoothing her dress. “Of course not.”