Chapter 5

Mia’s POV

“What does that mean?,” I whispered as I slid off his lap, my legs still shaky from all that teasing on the video call, my bare pussy still slick and throbbing between my thighs.

Viktor stood up slowly, that same dark satisfied look in his ice-blue eyes as he wiped his hand once more across his mouth like he was savoring the taste of me.

He grabbed my wrist, not too rough but firm enough that I knew there was no arguing, and started pulling me out of the lounge.

“It means you stop asking questions and follow me, wife. You’ve been a good girl so...