Chapter 3

Warning: This chapter contains adult content. - Claire’s POV -

My eyes widened. Victor kissed me. Why did he kiss me?

The kiss was just a soft, fleeting brush, leaving me startled and wanting more.

“Don’t go looking for them. I’m much better than those guys.”

Victor scooped me up into his arms. Terrified, I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was the first time anyone had lifted me so effortlessly. He walked with steady, tireless strides, without a single complaint, as if I weighed nothing at all.

“Where... where are we going?” I asked, trembling.

Victor carried me out to the parking lot, placed me in the passenger seat, and whispered into my ear, “To my place.”

My face instantly flushed hot. His words sounded like an outright temptation. Watching him focus on the road, the situation felt completely surreal.

“You don't mind that I’m fat?”

Without showing any emotion, he replied calmly, “I haven't said a single word about your weight.”

“Then... do you want to sleep with me?” I asked, confused. Why would a guy so heavily pursued by women act so intimately with me? Or was he just another player in one of Daniel’s traps? My drugged mind was a hazy mess, unable to think straight. Right now, all I wanted was to press against Victor’s cool skin again.

I stared at Victor’s large hands. His long fingers tapped against the steering wheel, making me crave their touch on my body. Suddenly, I heard a soft hum of agreement from him. Did he mean he really wanted to sleep with me?

Regardless of whether this was a prank or not, I wanted to enjoy the moment.

I reached out and touched Victor’s firm arm, feeling the solid muscle built from rigorous training. My hand slid down his thigh, stroking and squeezing gently.

“Claire! Let me drive,” Victor rasped, though he made no move to stop me.

I felt his breathing grow heavier. I knew he liked it. Encouraged, my hand drifted further up, coming to a halt at his crotch. The bulge there was already stiff and fully swollen. Judging by his athletic build, he was exceptionally well-endowed.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned toward him, unzipped his pants without hesitation, and pulled out his rigid length. I gasped - it was even larger and longer than I had imagined.

“Scared? Or did you turn stupid because you like it so much?” Victor’s voice sounded deep and husky. With one hand steering smoothly, he used the other to stroke my lips.

I parted my mouth and took his fingers in. My eyes remained glued to the veiny length below. I cupped it and began to stroke. The thick veins rubbed against my palm, sending a tingling sensation through me. Lacking experience, my movements were stiff as I moved my hand up and down, yet Victor seemed thoroughly amused.

Gently pressing my head down toward his lap, Victor stroked my hair, coaxing me softly, “Suck it for me, good girl.”

Swallowing hard, I parted my lips nervously, but could only take in the tip. Suddenly, Victor held the back of my head and thrust his hips, burying his full length deep into my throat. I couldn't breathe, yet strangely, I didn't hate it. The heat between my legs flared even hotter.

Victor let out a low rumble of satisfaction, which only spurred me on. Hollowed cheeks working, I sucked as hard as I could, using my tongue to massage every inch of him. Had I retained a shred of sanity, I would have prayed no one saw what we were doing. Fortunately, we didn't hit a single red light.

The car sped forward, pulling up right in front of Victor’s house. But we were far too occupied. I continued soothing the wild beast with my hot mouth, while Victor thoroughly enjoyed every second. I lost track of time as my jaw grew stiff, until a thick surge suddenly spurted straight into my mouth.

“Good job, sweetheart.” Victor stroked my cheek, his forehead glistening with sweat.

He carried me inside. “Is anyone home?” I asked nervously.

“I live alone,” he murmured. The moment the door shut, he pinned me against the wall, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. “So we can do it anywhere you want.”

Victor leaned down to kiss me - this time with a fierce, burning passion. My lips were thoroughly devoured until they went numb. He sucked on my tongue deeply, as if exploring the very thing that had just brought him pleasure in the car.

Our clothes scattered across the floor. Victor kicked open the bedroom door. His steps remained firm, assuring me that my weight wouldn't make him drop me. But when he tossed me onto the bed, bashfulness washed over me. I quickly covered my soft curves with my hands.

Unexpectedly, Victor pinned both my wrists above my head. His fingers traced my neck, sliding down over my chest and stomach.

“Please... don't look... I’m so fat...” Turning my head away, I begged through shivering breaths, unable to meet his eyes. The drug’s heat blurred my mind. I felt deeply self-conscious, yet desperate for his touch.

“No, it feels amazing to touch,” he rasped.

I blinked in surprise. Though his gaze was fixed on my body, all I saw in his eyes was raw desire. Did he actually want me? The thought seemed absurd. Who could ever crave a plump body?

Victor leaned down, sucking firmly on my shoulder. He whispered close to my ear, “Your skin is so fair and smooth. You have curves in all the right places. I don't think I can hold back anymore.”

He buried his face against my chest, inhaling deeply and licking every inch until my breasts were wet with his saliva. For the first time, a wave of pure pleasure rushed through my brain. I used to feel filthy - especially after everything Daniel had done to me in my past life. But Victor’s sweet compliments made me feel weightless. His eyes were genuine, carrying an intensity that suggested if I tried to run, he would lock me away forever.

“Claire, let me make you feel even better.”

Without warning, Victor’s tongue flicked hard against the sensitive bud at my center. I arched my back as a bolt of electricity shot through my entire body.

“No... don't...”

I tried to push his head away, but somehow my fingers tangled deep into his hair, pulling him closer for more.

Victor sucked the sensitive peak into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth until I grew entirely numb with pleasure. He was far too skilled, and I was merely a helpless lamb in his hands. I felt him spread me open, sliding something smooth and thick like a snake into my wet entrance. He stroked the soft walls, gathering all the sweetness I had tried to hide.

“No... stop... it feels so strange... Victor... I’m going to come...”

Abruptly, Victor stopped, leaving me feeling instantly empty. “Why...”

Sweeping his hair back, Victor let out a smirk. He pressed his length against my sensitive core, sliding up and down.

“I’m giving you what you wanted from the start.”

Swallowing hard, I felt a mix of fear and anticipation. Would it even fit inside me?

“Watch closely. Let’s see if I satisfy you better than those bar hosts.”

Victor pushed his thick length straight into me. The sudden stretch made it hard to breathe, my tight entrance struggling to accommodate him. With a low groan, Victor leaned down to kiss the tears from my eyes, then captured my lips. His hands roamed over every sensitive spot on my body. Then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself all the way inside my wet heat.

My mouth opened, gasping for air. His immense size seemed to hit the deepest part of me, pressing against my stomach. I had never felt anything so large stirring within me.

I gripped his biceps tightly as sweet, breathless moans spilled continuously from my lips. I could do nothing but endure thrust after powerful thrust. The pain quickly melted into intense pleasure - partly from the drug, but mostly from Victor’s intoxicating words.

“You’re so wet down here. So sweet...”

“You’re squeezing me so tight. Are you trying to drain me completely?”

“Claire, one more time. This time, you’re riding on top.”

I lost track of how many times I reached the peak. By the time I blacked out, Victor still hadn't let me go. He bit down firmly on my shoulder, forcing me to stay conscious.

“Claire, look at me. Who are you making love to right now?”

“Victor...”

“Say my name again.”

“Victor...”

Why did his voice sound so eerily familiar?