The wrought-iron gates of Draven Estate swung open silently as the black SUV glided up the long, tree-lined drive. Selene sat rigid on Viktor's lap, her body still rocking subtly against the thick ridge of his cock with every turn of the winding road. His large hands gripped her ass possessively, guiding the slow grind that had her soaked and trembling. The faint bite marks on her breast and inner thigh tingled hotter under his touch, as if her body recognized its master.
"You're shaking," Viktor murmured against her throat, lips brushing the frantic pulse there. "Is it fear… or need, little virgin?"
Selene bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Both," she admitted in a broken whisper. She hated how honest the word sounded. Hated how her hips kept moving, chasing the delicious friction against his hardness even as the gothic mansion loomed ahead like a beautiful cage.
The vehicle stopped before the grand entrance. Darius opened the door without a word, eyes respectfully averted. Viktor lifted Selene effortlessly, carrying her bridal-style into the candlelit foyer. Hundreds of flames danced in crystal chandeliers, casting warm golden light over dark wood paneling and antique tapestries. The air smelled of aged wine, night-blooming jasmine, and something darker—power.
"Welcome home," Viktor said softly as he carried her up a sweeping marble staircase. "You'll never sleep in cheap motels again."
Selene's heart raced. "This isn't my home."
"It is now." His voice left no room for argument.
He kicked open the double doors to the east wing suite—a vast bedroom dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in black silk sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the moonlit Carpathian hills, but heavy velvet curtains waited to be drawn. A bottle of deep crimson wine breathed on a side table beside two crystal glasses. Soft restraints of black velvet hung discreetly from the bedposts.
Viktor set her down gently on the edge of the bed. He towered over her, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate slowness, revealing the sculpted perfection of his pale chest and abs. Selene's mouth went dry at the sight. Last night in the dim penthouse she had barely processed how beautiful he was. Now, in full light, he looked like a god carved from marble and midnight.
"Strip," he commanded, voice low and rough. "I want to see what's mine."
Her hands trembled as she pulled the sweater over her head, then shimmied out of her jeans. She stood in simple black bra and panties, suddenly shy despite the fact that he had already been deep inside her. Viktor's eyes darkened to glowing crimson as he took her in.
"Beautiful," he growled. "But those are in my way."
He closed the distance in one stride, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already tight peaks. He cupped them, thumbs circling the sensitive buds until she gasped. Then he hooked his fingers into her panties and dragged them down her legs, leaving her completely naked.
"So wet already," he murmured, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. Selene whimpered as he circled her swollen clit, then pushed one thick finger inside her still-tender pussy. "Your cunt remembers me. It's clenching like it wants my cock again."
He pumped slowly, curling against that sensitive spot that made her knees buckle. Selene grabbed his shoulders for balance, moaning openly. Viktor added a second finger, stretching her carefully, scissoring gently to ease the soreness while building unbearable pleasure.
"Please…" The word slipped out before she could stop it.
"Please what?" He nipped at her lower lip, fangs grazing. "Please fuck you? Please bite you while I fill this tight little hole again?"
Selene nodded frantically, hips rocking onto his hand. Viktor withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean with a low groan of pure satisfaction.
"On the bed. On your back. Arms above your head."
She obeyed, crawling onto the cool silk. Viktor followed, shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang free—long, thick, the head already glistening with precum. Selene's pussy clenched visibly at the sight, a fresh gush of arousal coating her thighs.
He secured her wrists to the velvet restraints, not too tight, but firm enough that she couldn't pull free. Then he knelt between her spread thighs, eyes devouring every inch of her exposed body.
"Look at you," he said reverently. "Spread open for your king. Virgin no longer, but still so fucking innocent."
He lowered his head and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste. Selene cried out, back arching off the bed as he licked her clit with broad, firm strokes. He sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it mercilessly while two fingers plunged back inside her. The dual assault had her writhing, tugging at the restraints, hips bucking shamelessly against his face.
Viktor feasted like a starving man. He alternated between long licks and tight suction until her thighs trembled violently. When she was right on the edge, he pulled back, denying her.
"Not yet," he growled. "You come when I say."
He climbed up her body, settling his hips between her thighs. The thick head of his cock nudged her entrance, teasing, spreading her slickness. Selene whimpered, trying to push down onto him, but the restraints and his weight held her still.
"Beg me," Viktor ordered, eyes locked on hers. "Beg your king to fuck you again."
"I… please, Viktor," she gasped, voice hoarse with need. "Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me."
With a satisfied snarl he thrust forward in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Selene screamed in pleasure, the stretch intense but perfect. He was so deep, filling every inch of her. He didn't move at first, letting her adjust, letting her feel every throbbing vein.
Then he began to fuck her—slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive nerve. The silk sheets whispered beneath them with every thrust. Selene's breasts bounced with the rhythm, and Viktor leaned down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he drove into her.
"You feel even better than last night," he groaned against her skin. "So hot. So tight. Made for me."
His pace gradually increased, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Selene's moans turned into broken cries. The restraints kept her open and helpless beneath him, heightening every sensation.
Viktor's fangs grazed her throat. "Do you want me to bite you, Selene? Want me to drink while I fuck you senseless?"
"Yes—God, yes!"
He struck. Twin points of sharp pleasure-pain pierced her neck. The pull of his mouth synced perfectly with his thrusts. Each deep suck sent ecstasy flooding her veins. Selene came hard, walls clamping down around his cock like a vice, juices gushing around him as stars burst behind her eyes.
Viktor groaned against her throat, drinking measured sips that kept her floating in bliss. He didn't stop thrusting—harder now, chasing his own release. With a final, savage thrust he buried himself deep and came, flooding her with thick, cool pulses of his seed.
He licked the bite closed, then kissed her deeply, sharing the coppery taste of her own blood. Only then did he release her wrists, rubbing the faint marks gently.
Selene lay boneless beneath him, body humming, mind blissfully quiet for the first time since the betrayal.
Viktor pulled her against his chest, stroking her hair. "You ran, little one. But you're mine now. Tomorrow I'll show you what it truly means to be claimed by a billionaire vampire king."
Selene closed her eyes, too exhausted and sated to argue.
Deep down, she was no longer sure she wanted to.