Captured By A Sinner (The Sinners Series)

Waking up with my back pressed to Viktor’s solid chest and his arms wrapped around me is still surreal.

It’s been two weeks since the ordeal with the Cosa Nostra. The bruises on my face have healed, but I’m still working on the ones in my heart.

One big thing that’s changed is I’m allowed to go out as long as I take Joseph and his team to guard me. Not that I’ve been out much, but knowing I can makes all the difference.

I’ve resumed playing with Luna and reading my collection of books during the day, but I’ve also started helping around the house.

I can’t cook, though, so that’s still Viktor’s baby, and at night we cuddle in front of the TV. We never finish a movie because we always end up making out, which leads to steamy moments.

“Morning,” Viktor grumbles into my hair.

“Morning.” I turn around to face him, giving him a sleepy grin.

“No nightmares for the third night in a row,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“Another win.” Lifting my left hand, I brush my fingers through his messy hair. “It’s unfair that you look hot first thing in the morning.”

“Says the sleeping beauty in my arms.” He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my mouth, then complains, “I don’t want to get up. Call Luca and tell him you’re holding me captive, and you plan on having your wicked way with me all day long.”

“Like he’d believe me,” I chuckle.

Viktor gives me a pleading expression. “Please.”

Shaking my head, I indulge him for the fun of it. “Okay. Give me your phone.”

He hands it over with a mischievous grin on his face. I press dial and wait for it to ring as Viktor presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“You better be on your way,” Luca answers with a threatening tone.

Viktor yanks the covers from my body and pulls my shorts down.

“Ah… it’s Rosalie.” I frown at Viktor, shaking my head. “I’m holding Viktor captive for today.”

The man plants his face between my thighs and starts to suck me so hard, I almost squeak.

Oh, Jesus.

Luca lets out an amused chuckle, and his tone is much gentler when he says, “Tell him, nice try, but hell no. I’ll come drag his ass out of that house.”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter, my body quickly going up in flames as Viktor’s tongue works magic on my clit.

Oh, God.

“Bye.” I almost moan the damn word, then struggle to end the call, dropping the phone on the bed and grabbing hold of Viktor’s messy hair. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Viktor,” I gasp and moan, my hips bucking wildly to rub myself against his scrapping teeth and velvety tongue.

I pinch my eyes shut, and my toes start to curl, and when my body tenses, desperate for release, Viktor pushes two fingers inside me and thrusts hard and fast. My back arches, every muscle in my body straining, then the orgasm hits freaking hard, ripping cries of ecstasy from me.

My hips start bucking again as I ride out my pleasure on Viktor’s tongue until I slump down, gasping for air.

As the pleasure fades and I relax into the mattress, Viktor crawls up my body, grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks for breakfast, moya Malen’kaya Roza.”

“Uh…” I let out a burst of laughter. “I’m pretty sure I should be thanking you.”

“Oh, you will,” his voice rumbles as he straddles my chest. He braces his hand against the wall at the head of the bed while shoving his sweatpants down to free his hard cock. “Open for me.”

My lips part, and as he pushes into my mouth, the salty taste of his precum hits my tongue. I suck him so hard, my cheeks hollow out.

Viktor drops his head back, letting out a groan, then he starts to thrust deeper. “Jesus. That’s right, moya Malen’kaya Roza. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”

I do as he says, and as his large length forces its way down my throat, I gag but manage to take him. His eyes burn on my face with such passion, it makes me feel like I’m the one holding all the power.

“Blyadʹ,” he grumbles. “Don’t suppress the gag. It feels fucking amazing when your throat tries to force me out.”

Viktor picks up his pace, and the gagging has tears trickling from my eyes. I blink fast so my sight won’t blur because I don’t want to miss a second of his face caught in pure ecstasy.

I push my left hand up, and my palm soaks in the feel of his abs contracting with every thrust.

“Fuck, Rosalie,” he groans. “Keep taking me, baby. Fuck.” He buries himself as deep as my throat can take him, then comes hard.

I try to focus on breathing through my nose while swallowing, but when I start to struggle, Viktor quickly pulls out and fists his cock, his release shooting over my chin and neck.

“Blyadʹ,” he hisses, the ecstasy on his face making him look brutally attractive. His eyes lock on my chin, then a slow grin curves his mouth. “You look so fucking hot with my cum on your face.”

To please him, I slowly swipe my finger over my chin and pop it into my mouth, sucking his release off it.

“Work can fucking wait,” he says, his voice low and deep, promising me a day of pleasure between the sheets.

Viktor only left after eleven, and with the feel of him still inside me, I walk to the fountain with Luna.

Throwing her ball toward the patio, I say, “Catch.”

She runs after the ball, and when she bites it, it squeaks. She quickly brings it back, dropping it in my hand and wagging her tail proudly.

“Such a good girl,” I praise her while giving her a treat as reward.

We play catch for ten minutes before I see Isabella walk toward me.

“Morning,” she calls out.

“Morning.”

“Luna has so much energy.” She smiles at my dog and stops to pet her, then comes to me. “Your face looks so much better.”

“Yeah, I feel better too.”

“That’s good.”

She watches me throw the ball again, then says, “Viktor said you’re interested in working with me.”

“I am.” Feeling awkward, I add, “That’s if it’s okay with you. I don’t want to overstep.”

Isabella gestures to the patio, and once we’re seated, she mentions, “I’m worried whether you can handle it. It’s not pretty.”

“I know.” I only got a taste of it, and it still haunts me. “But I’d like to try.”

She thinks for a moment, then says, “I can show you some of the admin work. We can take it slow.”

Excitement bubbles in my chest. “Okay. That would be great.” I give her an apologetic smile. “It’s just… I don’t have any experience.”

“Then I’ll teach you.”

I’m so freaking happy to hear that, I have to resist the urge to hug her.

Isabella glances over the garden. “I don’t want you to think I didn’t fight for you.”

The sudden change of topic throws me for a loop.

When I keep quiet, she turns her attention back to me. “I didn’t rescue you because you didn’t need rescuing from Viktor. I knew you’d be safe with him.”

I nod, feeling a little awkward. “Viktor has always been good to me.”

A smile curves her lips, and I stare for a moment because she’s really a beautiful woman.

“My mother was a sex trafficker,” she admits. “I watched Alexei kill her.”

Holy shit.

She gives me a look of understanding. “So if you ever need to talk about what happened, I’m here. I’d like to think I can help.”

With my attention one hundred percent focused on her, I ask, “How did you deal with it?”

“I tried to save every person she sold into slavery. It was my way of rebelling and trying to put some good back into the world.” A chuckle escapes her, but it quickly dies away. “There was never any love between my mother and me, unlike with you and your family. Ariana will be able to help you with that. Her brother betrayed her, so I think she’ll be able to connect with you there.”

Wow. It’s actually humbling to hear Isabella and Ariana have their own painful pasts. They’re such powerful women, I never would’ve guessed it. It gives me hope that I can heal from everything that’s happened and make a difference in the world like they do.

“Thank you.” My smile comes easier this time. “I think there’s a lot I can learn from both of you.”

“Are you gossiping without me?” Ariana suddenly says, startling me.

“It’s not gossiping if it’s the truth,” Isabella teases her.

When Ariana sits down, I ask, “Would you like some coffee?”

“Please,” they both answer.

I quickly dart into the house to prepare the beverages. Glancing over my shoulder at the two women on the patio, a happy smile stretches over my face.

This is nice.

They’re really trying to make me feel at home, and I appreciate it so much.

When the coffee is ready, I carry the cups to the table and set them down. I take my seat, the smile still playing around my lips.

“Thank you for making me feel welcome here,” I say before I lose the nerve. “I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Ariana gives my hand a squeeze. “After all. You’re a part of the family now.”

My heart bursts with warmth. “It’s nice to have a family again.”

Especially one who looks out for my wellbeing.

“Oh, my heart,” Viktor’s mom coos, then I’m tugged into a hug. “Don’t you just want to hug and love on her every time you see her?” she asks Isabella.

“That’s your thing. I want to put some muscle on her body and train her how to knee a man so he’ll crawl for a week.”

I let out a burst of laughter, loving all the attention and soaking it up like a dry sponge.

While we sip our coffee, I mostly listen to the women discussing their vacation plans.

“Have you and Viktor decided whether you’re going to join us?” Isabella asks.

I shake my head. “We actually haven’t spoken about it.”

Ariana waves her hand in the air. “There’s no pressure. Don’t worry about it.”

Honestly, we’ve been absorbed with each other, and I forgot.

I make a mental note to ask Viktor when he gets home, then focus on the conversation about all the views they want to see. I’m able to talk with them because of all the research I did for my own trip before Viktor kidnapped me.

With a grin never leaving my face, I spent the afternoon with Ariana and Isabella. I’m so grateful that things are going so well. It feels like I’m finally allowed to be happy.

All because of Viktor.

The man has become my everything, and I don’t know what I’d do without him.