The conference hall emptied slowly. People filed out in waves of suits and handshakes, laughing about valuations and next quarter projections like nothing had just exploded in my chest. I stayed in my seat a second longer, letting the crowd thin. Viktor stood first. His hand left my thigh, but the heat of it stayed branded there. He did not say a word as we walked out. Just led the way through the lobby and straight to the elevator that went to our floor.
The ride up was silent. Too silent. The kind of silence that pressed on my ribs and made every breath feel loud. When the doors opened I followed him through the adjoining door into his suite. He closed it behind us with a soft click. The room felt smaller now. The bed looked bigger. The rain outside had eased into a steady drizzle that tapped the glass like it was counting down.
I dropped onto the edge of the bed. Laptop still in my hands from the hack. The drive burned in my pocket like evidence. Viktor stayed standing for a moment, then sat beside me. Close enough that our thighs touched again. He loosened his tie and dropped it on the nightstand. His shirt pulled tight across his chest as he leaned back against the headboard.
I could not keep it in anymore.
"So that’s her," I said. My voice dripped with the sarcasm I always hid behind. "Irina Volkov."
The name tasted bitter on my tongue. I hated how easily it rolled out, like I had been waiting to throw it at him.
"The woman who smiled at me in the lobby like we were old friends and then stood on stage like she owned the entire industry. Your ex wife. The one who stole everything and built an empire on your back. Nice twist, boss. You could have warned me I was robbing your ghost."
Viktor did not answer right away. He stared at the rain streaking the glass for a long beat. Then he spoke, voice low and even.
"She was the one who stole everything," he said quietly.
"My prototypes. My ideas. My trust."
He paused, eyes still fixed on the rain outside.
"She framed the whole thing during the divorce. Made it look like I was the one leaking data. Then she launched AetherLynx with my work as the foundation. Turned my name into poison while she became the golden girl of AI security."
I watched his face. The way his jaw tightened just slightly. The way his eyes stayed fixed on the window like he was seeing something from years ago. I tried to picture it. Him and her. Young. Building something together. Then her taking it all and leaving him with nothing but scars and silence. The thought twisted something ugly in my chest.
"And you just let it happen?" I asked. "Why didn't you fight back? You have the power, the lawyers, the reach. One press conference and you could have buried her."
"Because back then I still loved her," Viktor said quietly. "A part of me still did, even after what she did."
I felt the anger rise hot in my chest. Loved her? After she gutted him? After she stole his life’s work and left him bleeding in the press? Pathetic. I hated how much that single sentence twisted something ugly inside me. I hated that I cared at all.
"We built everything together in the beginning," he continued. "Late nights coding side by side. Dreaming about changing the game."
I stared at the rain on the glass while my mind screamed. Yeah, I bet those nights were perfect. Until she decided his dreams were worth more as her own empire. The jealousy burned sharper than I wanted it to. I am just the assistant. Just the hacker on his knees. Why the fuck does this hurt?
"When it all fell apart," Viktor went on, voice lower now, "I saw the woman I married. Not the thief. She loved me too, in her way. But when two tech empires clash, love is the first casualty. It was me who filed for divorce. I walked away to protect what was left of my name.”
I swallowed hard. The anger sat thick in my throat. He still called it love. Even after she framed him. Even after she built an empire on his back. Part of me wanted to laugh. Part of me wanted to punch the wall. And the worst part? I was jealous of a ghost. Jealous that she once had all of him in a way I never would. Pathetic, Kai. You are falling for the man who owns you, and you are jealous of the woman who broke him first.
The words landed heavy. I shifted closer on the bed. My knee pressed against his. The proximity felt dangerous now, like the air between us had thinned. I could not stop the question from slipping out.
"But if you are divorced, why does she still call herself Irina Volkov?"
Viktor stayed quiet for a moment. His fingers traced slow circles on the sheet between us. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and even, carrying that familiar Russian edge.
"I was already established in the industry long before she came into it. The name Volkov carried weight. Respect. Recognition. After the divorce she chose not to change it. She kept it because it opened doors. Gave her credibility she knew she could use. The Volkov name still commands attention in every boardroom and every conference hall."
He paused. His hand moved to my thigh. Fingers spread wide. Warm.
"And part of her still wishes that I would take her back. Even after what she did to me."
The confession sat there between us. Heavy. Raw. I stared at him, chest tight. That part of her still wanting him back twisted something sharp in my gut. I hated how much it bothered me. I hated imagining her hands on him again. Her body under his. The same body I had been craving since the jet.
"That is just fucked up, boss," I said. "That is such a bitch move."
The words came out sharper than I meant them to. I caught myself immediately. Heat rushed to my face.
"Sorry."
Viktor shook his head once. "No. It is. I hated what happened last night. Hated being close to her. Hated talking to her. Hated the way she looked at me like nothing had changed."
I remembered how he looked when he stepped out of that elevator last night. Crisp black shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease the chest I had been dying to touch. Fitted trousers hugging every line of his muscled thighs. Fresh cologne rolling off him like a weapon. He looked like a sex god walking out of a dream, and I had been left upstairs hard and aching, wondering where he was going. Wondering who he was going to.
"So the keycard," I said quietly. "The dinner last night. That was you using the old spark to get what you needed?"
Viktor turned his head. Our eyes locked. His hand moved, resting fully on my thigh now. Fingers spread wide. Possessive.
"It was necessary. Nothing more. I had to do it to get you the keycard."
The answer sat between us like a wall. My chest tightened. Jealousy twisted low in my gut, sharp and ugly. Why the fuck am I feeling this? I am just the personal assistant. The hacker he blackmailed. The guy who sucked his cock on a jet like a desperate slut. I should not care who he sleeps with to get a keycard. But the thought of him inside her, her hands on that body I have been craving, makes my stomach knot. Pathetic. I am falling for the man who owns me, and I cannot even pretend I am not.
I forced the words out anyway. "Revenge sex? Seriously, boss? Even after what she did to you?"
Viktor smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "Careful, Kai. You do not want your boss to think that his assistant is jealous of who his boss fucks."
I smiled back, even though my pulse was hammering. "Touche."
I swallowed. The question burned on my tongue. "But for real. Did you really fuck her? Did you even want to after what she did to you?"
Viktor stayed silent for a long moment. His thumb traced slow circles on my inner thigh. The touch sent heat racing straight to my cock.
"Well..."
He finally spoke, voice low and rough. “I didn’t want to fuck her. Not after years of what she did to me. Not after she took everything I built and left me with nothing but scars.”
I cut in sharply before he could finish. “And now?”
Viktor pulled me closer. His hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers pressing into the muscle with that possessive grip that always made my breath catch. His forehead rested against mine. The scent of him filled my lungs, woody and warm and dangerous.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the night on that rooftop,” he said. “Since you stood there with that smart mouth and told me I pissed my pants over a test server. Since I realized the only person I couldn’t control was the one I wanted most.”
The confession hit me like a live wire. My heart slammed against my ribs. Before I could throw another sarcastic line at him, Viktor crashed his mouth onto mine. Dominant. Hungry. No hesitation. His tongue pushed in deep, claiming every inch of me. Teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough to sting. I moaned into the kiss, leaning into it, chasing his tongue like I had been starving for it since the jet.
Viktor pulled back just enough to make me chase him. He waited. Eyes locked on mine. Showing me who was in control. I hated how much I loved it.
“Thought you wanted me to focus on the job, boss?” I whispered, voice already breathy.
He growled against my mouth. “The job can wait.”
Viktor stood slowly, towering over me with that commanding presence that always made my pulse spike. He shrugged off his blazer first, letting it fall to the floor without a second glance. His fingers moved to the laces of his shoes next, untying them deliberately, one by one, before kicking them aside. Then came the belt. He unbuckled it with agonizing slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft whisper that echoed in the quiet room.
Every movement was measured, teasing, like he knew exactly how badly I was aching to see what was underneath. I could not tear my eyes away. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of my trousers, already leaking at the thought of what he was about to reveal. I wanted him so desperately it hurt, wanted to drop to my knees right there and beg for the thick cock I had tasted on the jet. Pathetic how my body betrayed me, how my mouth watered just watching him strip like he owned every second of my attention.
He curled his fingers in a slow, deliberate gesture, beckoning me closer. His voice dropped into that deep, commanding register that always unraveled me. “But I cannot wait to fuck you tonight, Lennox. I have had enough of your teasing and your smart mouth. Come here.”
I laughed, the sound shaky even to my own ears, but I stood anyway. My hands moved quickly, loosening my blazer and letting it drop. I yanked my belt free in one sharp tug, then stripped my shirt and trousers off with desperate speed, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. My cock strained hard against the thin fabric, the head already wet and visible. I tried to keep the sarcasm alive, tried to pretend I was not trembling with need. Look at me, rushing to get naked for my boss like some eager little slut. Pathetic, right.
I stepped forward until I was right in front of him. My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt, fingers brushing the warm skin beneath. “Let’s get these off you, boss.”
Viktor’s hand shot out and caught my wrist, stopping me instantly. His grip was firm, unyielding. He looked down at me with those eyes burning with heat. “You are desperate for my cock, aren’t you, Lennox?” His free hand slid down and grabbed my ass, squeezing hard through the thin underwear, pulling me flush against him so I could feel every inch of his thick hardness pressing into my stomach. “All that sarcasm about hating rich tech CEOs, and look at how you cannot wait to get me naked.”
I swallowed hard. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric, already leaking and straining like it had a mind of its own. Pathetic how fast I folded the second he touched me. I tried to keep the sarcasm alive even while my voice came out shaky. “Maybe I just like seeing powerful men lose control for once.”
Viktor’s laugh was low and dark. He released my wrist only to slide both hands down my back, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. He peeled them off slowly, letting the fabric drag over my aching cock until it sprang free, hard and flushed and already dripping at the tip. He stepped back just enough to look at me fully naked in front of him. His eyes raked over every inch of my body like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to ruin me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You are not bad for a hacker who spent nights high on caffeine and still managed to look like that.”
I fake flexed my thin body, running a hand down my own chest before wrapping my fingers around my six inch cock. I stroked myself once, slow and deliberate, letting him see how hard I already was for him. “You mean this, boss?”
Viktor laughed again, the sound rich and dangerous. Then he pushed me back onto the bed. I sat on the edge, legs spread, staring up at him while he stood there still fully dressed except for the half open shirt. His cock strained heavy against the front of his trousers, the thick outline clear and inviting. He looked like pure power.
He started unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, painfully slow. Each new inch of skin revealed made my mouth water. Broad chest. Carved abs. The deep V lines disappearing into his waistband. Veins standing out on his forearms as he worked the fabric open.
“What a show off,” I muttered, voice already rough.
Viktor smirked. “You like the show.”
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and slid them down powerful thighs. They pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them and stood there in nothing but red underwear. The fabric was stretched tight over his massive bulge, the head of his cock clearly outlined, a small wet spot already forming at the tip. His balls looked heavy and full beneath the thin material.
I let out a shaky laugh. “Bold color choice, Mr. Volkov. Is it Irina’s favourite?”
Viktor stepped right in front of me. He towered over me while I sat on the bed. His hand came up to my jaw, tilting my face up so I had no choice but to look at him. His other hand cupped his own bulge, squeezing the thick length through the red fabric.
“All this sarcasm, Lennox,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Just admit how badly you want this cock.”
My hands reached for his thighs first. They were solid muscle, warm under my palms. I slid them back slowly until I was gripping his ass, feeling the firm globes flex under my fingers. I looked up at him through my lashes while my fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear.
“Why does it matter if I admit it or not?” I whispered.
I started peeling the red fabric down from behind. His muscled ass squeezed under my hands as he spoke.
“Because, Lennox,” he growled, “when I fuck you tonight I want to know you have been thinking about nothing else but this cock stretching you open.”
The underwear dropped to his ankles. His cock sprang free, seven inches of thick, veined perfection. The head was flushed dark and shiny with pre cum. A neat trim of dark hair framed the base. His balls hung heavy and full below. He stood there completely naked, looking like the most powerful man in the world, every inch of him carved and commanding.
I stared. My mouth went dry. “There. No more teasing now.”
Viktor’s hand stayed on my jaw. Two fingers pressed against my lips. I opened for him without thinking. He slid them inside. I sucked on them instantly, tongue swirling around the thick digits while I looked up at him with submissive eyes.
“If you want the tease to stop,” he said, voice rough and dominant, “you will have to admit how much you want this.”
I kept sucking his fingers, eyes locked on his, cheeks hollowing as I took them deeper. My cock throbbed between my legs, leaking steadily onto the sheets.
I had already admitted it to myself the day I first saw him. I might hate the man. I might hate his money and his power and the way he owned every room he walked into. But lord, I could not hate the way he looked. I mean, look at him. If this is how he looks naked, I cannot wait to find out how he fucks.
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