"I don’t need excuses for that. You do everything I want."
"You’re right."
"I am?" I teased.
"You are. And you know it." The confirmation came out rough. "I’m your monster and I obey only your will, my witch."
I lifted my chin, narrowing my eyes in challenge.
"Then take off your clothes."
Viktor’s lips curved into a dangerous smile.
He pulled away from me, then began unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, on purpose. One button at a time, as if savoring my anticipation.
"You’re staring so much," he whispered. "Eager for the ritual or for me?"
Both.
But that’s not what came out of my mouth.
"Why don’t you hurry up and find out?"
The low laugh that escaped him made the pulse in my throat race.
"Then it’s the latter."
The shirt fell, revealing his firm, pale chest, marked by scars, glea
