He grabs my hips and flips me over, pulling me back and into him. I can feel the heat of his body as Vic presses up against me, a sigh shuddering through him as he runs his palm down my spine. I can feel the tension in his hands as he caresses me, and then, it’s like a switch has been flipped. Vic grabs my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. It doesn’t hurt per se, but it rides that fine line.

“I’m having a seriously hard time fucking controlling myself right now,” he growls, and his hands tighten on both my hip and my hair. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” Vic leans down and kisses my shoulder, swirling his tongue in a circle against my skin before he bites me—hard.

“You won't like it when Victor takes you to bed. He's a rough, angry sort of lover.”

Aaron’s words echo in my head as I shift my body and Vic growls, holding me in place. He’s bruising my hip, making my scalp burn, and yet it’s not unpleasant. His mouth traces up the line of my shoulder toward my neck, and he bites me again, drawing another long, embarrassing groan from my throat.

Vic releases my hair and curls his inked fingers around the front of my neck. With his other hand, he guides the tip of his cock to my throbbing heat, slicking the length of his body against my wetness.

“We didn’t want a girl to come between us and yet, here you are, doing just that. Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

“Screw you,” I snarl, gritting my teeth as Victor teases me with his cock. He lifts my head up even further, forcing me to curve my back and push my ass against him.

“You’ve hated me for so long, haven’t you?” he asks, and I realize then that I’m shaking. He’s stripping me bare again, and I hate it. I hate it, but I also … I can’t explain it, but I want more. His voice is like smoke, curling around and enveloping me. It’s sumptuous, lavish, regnant perfection. “What’s it like? Having me touch you this way?”

“Eat shit,” I gasp as he adjusts himself, his fingers curving under my jaw. He holds me in a tense grip, his anger hot and evident on his skin. His muscles are taut, slick with sweat. A droplet slides from his inked skin and drops onto my own.

Victor crushes his mouth to mine, holding me just where he wants me, taking my lips the way he’s taking over the rest of me—body and soul. His kiss is savage, almost brutal, bruising my mouth but inciting this near desperate need for more. Our tongues slick together as he tastes me, biting my lower lip just hard enough to make me bleed. Not that it matters, right: blood in, blood out. And we’ve already shared blood, cum. We’re already intertwined.

“I bet I could make you come on command,” he purrs, pulling back slightly, smirking at me in the dark.

I grit my teeth and start to struggle against him, but his grip is complete, his control absolute. If I asked him to stop, would he? I only have to think for a split-second before I have an answer to that question: yes. Victor was serious when he said I was a part of Havoc, a part of the family. He won’t hurt me, not anymore.

A surprise gasp slips past my lips as Vic pulls his hips back slightly and replaces the tip of his cock with his finger, slicking it along the wetness of my core, teasing me. Everything in my body hurts right now. I’m aching with need, like each molecule is fired up and quivering. This isn’t helping.

“Stop teasing me and—”

Victor clamps his hand over my mouth at the same time he pushes a single, inked finger into my pussy. A sigh of relief gets caught in my throat as Vic maintains his iron-clad handhold over my face, hooking his finger inside me and drumming up sensations that I’ve never felt before. I wiggle against him, but I’m seriously trapped here, his hot, heavy body behind me, his hand covering my lips.

“Come for me, Bernadette. That’s an order.” Victor thrusts his finger deep, slicking it against my aching insides. My nipples are so hard now that I’m frantic for a caress of any kind, but Vic’s only touching me as much as he has to. I get nothing extra, even less than I got during our first, fucked-up sexual encounter against the wall. “I want to hear you cry out the way you did when you were sitting on Hael’s cock.”

A rogue whimper escapes me as Vic inserts another finger, sliding the two of them in and out, nice and slow. It’s pure goddamn torture, and he knows it. His chuckle is dark and angry, rife with frustration. No part of him actually thinks this is fun. To Vic, this is a necessity. He slips a third finger in, amplifying the pleasure coursing through me, and then releases his hold on my mouth.

“Ready?” he asks, and then he drops his second hand to my clit, using the natural lube from my body to make it nice and slippery. He works the hardened nub with his thumb in slow but firm circles. I want to resist him, put up some sort of fight, but it feels too good. I find myself falling, collapsing, shattering to pieces. “Let me hear that climax, baby.”

Vic flicks his thumb in just such a way that I fall over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm unfurls inside of me like a whip. A sound tears from my throat that I can’t stop, that I’m sure the whole house can hear.

It hits me hard and fast, leaving me a boneless, shaking, sweating mess.

“Good.” Victor slaps me on the ass and then grabs my hair again, yanking me back toward him. “I told you that you’d mewl beneath me.” Before I even get the chance to recover, he’s removing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. With one hand locked on my hip, he drives into me with a fierce growl, hitting the end of me and drawing sounds from my throat I wasn’t even sure I could make.

Vic thrusts deep, filling me up completely. My body stretches to accommodate his, but luckily, I’m all warmed-up. If I weren’t, his balls-deep thrusts might hurt. He’s just too goddamn big for his own good.

A gasp escapes my lips as my hands curl in the sheets, my body rocking forward with each violent thrust. Pleasure courses through me in an unstoppable storm, this torrent of fiery heat that makes me grit my teeth against a scream. I don't want Vic to know how much I'm loving this, how good it feels to have his body inside of mine. It's like he's claiming me with each pump of his hips and yet, I don't hate it.

I … I love it.

Vic pulls on my hair again, forcing me to push up to my hands. My breasts sway with the motion as he pounds into me, the only sound in the room that of our bodies joining together over and over and over again.

He isn't nice. No, he's rough, wild, forceful. But there's something to it that I find appealing, like I've finally managed to catch Victor Channing with his pants down—both metaphorically and literally. His numbness and his shadows have been stripped away and there's nothing left but emotion. Anger, maybe. Jealousy. Even hate.

But it’s all better than being fucking numb.

He groans, this deep, dark sound that's frenzied with need, and I swear, I can hear him coming undone. Victor pounds faster, fucks me deeper, and then comes violently, grabbing my hip in tight fingers and yanking my hair so hard that I cry out. With a few last, wild thrusts he finishes and pulls out, cursing as he tears the condom off and chucks it in the trash.

Vic rakes his fingers through his hair as I turn over to look at him, and then his gaze falls down to mine, stealing my breath away. I can still barely see him, but with the moonlight showcasing the hard, strong lines of his face, I can tell we're nowhere near done in here.