Victor: Her Ruthless Crush by Theodora Taylor (beach read book TXT) 📕

deeper. And far from just lying there, I pulled at his shirt, hands scrabbling until I found skin I could touch. I wanted him to know I had him, that every part of me was touching every part of him.

I didn’t care about my own pleasure. I didn’t care if I came. I just wanted to give him what he needed. Whatever he needed after this crazy night.

And what he needed was to claim me. Low, keening animal grunts fell out from his mouth as he took me with desperate thrusts. His body was so heavy on top of me. I couldn’t move anything below my neck. I could barely breathe.

But it didn’t matter. I stroked his hair as he fucked me so hard and whispered in his ear. I thanked him for choosing me. I promised that I’d love him forever and ever.

It didn’t take long after I told him that. He let out a guttural yell, and his entire body went rigid right before he emptied into the condom.

We lay like that, wrapped up in each other. Breathing. Forgiving.

I no longer cared about what my parents would think. I just wanted to be with him. I felt crazed, like a didn’t need food or water. Just him. But eventually, he lifted off of me and signed, “Let’s sleep.”

I followed him into his bedroom, and there, we shed the rest of our clothes. The bloody suit and my school uniform skirt fell to the floor, and we slipped under the covers to snuggle the same way we had that afternoon.

As I drifted off, it almost seemed like everything that happened after I woke up was a nightmare. Just a little nightmare. It would all be okay, as long as Victor and I were in each other’s arms.

He woke me up with a gentle shake just a few hours later, though.

He’d turned the light on, probably so I could see when he signed, “I want to try sex again. I will go slower this time. So you can have an orgasm like before.”

As excuses to wake up your girlfriend in the middle of the night went, his wasn't too bad.

We kissed again like we used to before we did the deed. Except this time, when we crawled all over each other, he pushed into me gently. Then he held me tight against him and slowly pumped into me until I crumpled in his arms, the orgasm he had promised washing over me.

“Thank you,” he signed with one hand after I was done.

“No, thank you,” I signed back, making my voice and my “you” sign super emphatic.

We fell asleep again. Grateful and in love with the dream of an even better tomorrow.

21

A few hours later, it all fell apart.

“Wake up! Wake the fuck up!”

I woke up to bright lights in my eyes. Not the morning sun, I realized, blinking against them. Flashlights.

There were dozens of flashlights pointed at me. At us. Victor was sitting up in bed, too, his arm a bar across my naked chest, as if he was trying to protect me. But from what?

My eyes adjusted after a few moments. Then I immediately wish they hadn't.

Men. Men in dark SWAT uniforms surrounded us.

One of them was yelling at Victor in rapid Japanese. I only understood it because my mom's favorite show, CSI, was fully dubbed over here. He was saying we were under arrest.

“What's going on?” I asked Victor, instinctively reaching for him.

But he didn’t have access to his hands, and the uniforms pulled him away before I could touch him. They smashed him to the ground beside the bed, snapped handcuffs over his wrists, and then yanked him to his feet.

“Victor!” I screamed as they dragged him away from me.

“It's okay. You can stop acting now, Dawn,” one of the figures said in English, his voice loud and authoritative. “We got what we needed.”

“Dad?” I recognized the voice. It was my father. But what was he talking about?

“Yeah, it’s me, Dawn. Thank you for your service. I know that must've been scary, having to spend the whole night with him. But we’re here now. And thanks to you, we got everything we need to arrest Raymond Zhang and the other Red Diamond gang members. Victor Zhang will never bother you again.”

At first, I didn't get it. I was so confused.

But then I did, with a sickening thud.

My father wasn't what I thought he was. He wasn't a criminal. Just the opposite, in fact. He was involved in some kind of international law enforcement effort. And now he was talking to me like I'd been privy to his plan all along.

“Victor…” I whispered, trying to turn around. I needed to go to him. I had to let him know that what my dad had said wasn't true.

But Dad grabbed onto me even tighter when I tried to get out of his hold, hugging me to him like I’d been gone years, not hours. “It's okay, honey. It's okay. Just let it out. I'm so sorry it got so far. I wish I had been here to protect you from that prick.”

“Dad, no!” I cried. I struggled against him with all my might. But in the end, it didn’t matter. By the time I broke free, Victor was gone. Dragged out of his own bedroom by my dad’s Japanese cohorts.

Maybe I could catch up to him. Explain that it wasn’t what it looked like. That I hadn’t known anything about this.

I tried to run after them. But Dad caught me by the arm before I could leave.

“Dawn! Dawn! Listen to me!” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We need your school jacket. Where is it?”

I tried to get away again, but Dad wouldn’t let me go. He held me there and ordered one of the men to throw him a blanket in his near-perfect Japanese.

I didn’t realize I was still naked until he wrapped it around me.

Out loud, he proclaimed to anyone who might be listening that