Victor's lips explored my neck, his hand rubbed me through my panties. I let out a content hum as he did. I was very used to his gentle-but-aggressive way of having sex by now. I wouldn't say the sex itself was predictable, but Victor certainly was. For example, I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next.

"Anna?" He murmured gently.

"Hmm?"

"Tell me what you did with him."

I couldn't help the exasperated sigh that left my lips. There it was. I knew it was coming, it happened every time, and yet, somehow, I was always surprised. Mostly by his childish behavior.

"Victor, do we really need to do this again?" I grumbled. "For once, can't we just skip it and fuck?"

He smiled. "I like the attitude, but come on, tell me. I want to know what he did to you while I was gone. I need to thoroughly cleanse anywhere he touched and make sure I've marked it as my own."

"Mark? God, am I a woman or a fire hydrant?"

"Anna."

"Fine!" I cried, crossing my arms in frustration. "For your information, he didn't touch me anywhere. We were exhausted after the wedding and went straight to bed. Okay? Arthur hasn't shown up yet, and none of the others did anything to me."

He scoffed. "Yeah? Then what about this?"

He grabbed my wrist and held it up. A purplish-yellowish bruise stared at me. I was shocked. I'd actually forgotten I even had it.

"Oh. That's not from them. I hurt myself in the attic the other day," I explained.

"Attic? What were you doing up there?"

"Inspecting it. The storm the other day was bad, so I was checking for leaks. The power went out and I knocked my wrist into something."

He looked at my wrist a second, turning it to see all angles of the bruise. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. A snicker escaped his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just..." He paused a moment. "Well, I thought one of them gave this to you. Here I was, wondering about how I could possibly compete with whatever wild night gave you this. Turns out, you're just a klutz."

"Oh, good," I said, snatching my wrist away. "Now that that's settled, you can go fuck yourself."

He chuckled softly and laced his fingers with mine. "Come on, even you have to admit that was pretty klutzy."

I pouted. "Maybe."

He kissed my lips gently. His body pressed against mine. Despite his gentleness, there was a devious look in his eyes.

"More importantly, according to you, you apparently, haven't had sex since the last time I was here. Not that I blame you. After all, none of them could possibly satisfy you the way I can." He leaned in and grazed my neck with his teeth. "Go ahead, try and tell me your body isn't just begging to be touched right now."

I swear, he could be such an egotistical jerk sometimes. Which only made it worse that he was right.

My body already felt electrified. Every nerve was standing on end, begging for him to touch me more. He was right, I hadn't had sex since the last time he was here. What was that? Almost a week now? Maybe it wasn't a long time for most people, but it was a long time for me.

By this point, my body had gotten used to being fucked to the point of exhaustion by Jack and Victor. Luckily, we had a good arrangement to help balance it. Wild sex one day, a day or two to recover, then one of them usually showed to repeat it all over again. If we had sex two days out of the week, then that was a bad week. Going almost a full week without having sex with either one of them? I was practically starved for his touch.

And he knew it. Despite my protests a second ago, my body offered absolutely no resistance as he reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. My legs opened slightly. He smiled at this.

"See? You want it just as bad as I do."

His fingers pressed against my entrance lightly, teasing me. A soft moan escaped my lips. He pressed deeper, staring at my body hungrily.

"Mmm, was I really that good just now, or are you still warmed up from this morning?" He murmured.

I didn't answer. More like I couldn't. My body was too damn horny to respond to his snide remarks. However, I was pretty sure his body was getting to the point where he could no longer make them. I could feel his hardness pressing through my skirt. His eyes were now firmly glued to my body. I knew what he wanted, and I knew exactly how to push him.

I whimpered pathetically. "Victor, please. I can't stand it anymore. I want you. Now."

His eyes flashed as I said this. He looked up at me and smiled playfully.

"What? Now?" He asked innocently.

I hated when he played these games. "Yes, now."

He feigned confusion. "Wait, so like right now? Like now now? Do you mean-"

"Victor, fuck me!" I cried desperately. "Now! Right now! I want you inside of me!"

His eyes darkened with lust. His smile grew wider. I heard the familiar sound of his zipper.

He shrugged. "Well, if you're sure."

He started to push up my skirt. I expected him to pull my dress over my head, but he didn't. Instead, he lifted up my leg and thrust forward.

In a second he was inside of me. I cried out in shock and pleasure. While patience had never really been Victor's strong suit, he usually took his time during sex. At the very least, he usually took the time to get me out of my clothes.

That didn't seem to be the case today. My back pressed against the wall as he pushed himself deeper inside of me. His thrusts were rough, his eyes were wild.

I tried my best to repress the moans that were building in my throat. I clung desperately to the last thread of my sanity as my mind started to get foggy.

"Victor, wait! I-I'm still in my clothes. I-"

"Fuck your clothes!" His voice was raspy and lustful. "You said 'now.' So I'm fucking you. Now."

His forceful tone and ragged breathing were my breaking point. My sanity finally snapped. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself completely to his desires.

As unexpected as the situation was, I certainly wouldn't say it was unpleasant. There was something exciting about fucking with our clothes on. It felt taboo in a way. Almost like we were trying to hide the shameful things we were doing.

The way his hand slid along my body was almost torturous. My clothes created a barrier that dulled the sensation, touching but not touching me at the same time. My skirt was ruffled between us. Something about the way the fabric shifted and changed with his every thrust sent a thrill through my body. Maybe it was because I knew exactly what he was doing underneath it. And the way I knew nobody else ever would.

We were completely alone in the house. No cleaners, no handymen, no cooks. Just the two of us. Yet, somehow, having sex like this felt just as thrilling and dangerous as if somebody was here.

Our dirty little secret. The pleasure we hid beneath cotton and lace. The desire to tear away every shred of cloth that stood between us and the anxiety that built by resisting it. It excited me in ways I'd never thought possible.

I threw my arms around his neck and crushed my lips against his. Muffled moans echoed around us as I started grinding my hips against him, pushing him deeper inside of me.

His body tensed momentarily. It was easy to tell he was shocked by my sudden boldness, but it didn't take him long to get over it. His thrusts started matching the movement of my hips. His hand caressed my body. The absence of sensation, the phantom feeling of his skin against mine, it nearly sent my body into a frenzy. I wanted him. I wanted more of him.

His lips moved down to my collar bone. My heart was pounding. I tangled my hands in his hair, loving the sensation of his lips against my bare skin.

"Wow, somebody seems eager today," he teased. "Does it really feel that good?"

"Yes," I moaned.

I saw his eyes widen slightly at this. I knew why he was surprised. I usually put up a lot more of a fight when it came to Victor and his "questions." I just didn't have the willpower to do that today.

All rational thought was long gone by now. My body craved him shamelessly. I would have done anything he wanted at this point, anything to have more of him and satisfy this burning desire inside of me.

The surprise that had been in his eyes lasted only a second. Curiosity quickly filled its place. I knew Victor, and I knew him well. The problem was, he knew me too. And he knew I was weak right now.

"Do you want me?" He asked.

"Yes."

He thrust into me, hard. "How bad do you want me?"

I gasped as he hit the sweet spot inside of me he always seemed to find so effortlessly. My mind was a mess. I could barely focus on his words, let alone think of my own.

"So bad," I finally answered.

He smiled and reached under my skirt to tease my clit. "Who do you want?"

"You."

"Who do you love?"

"You."

He chuckled at the impatience in my voice. He leaned in and kissed me along my jawline. I could feel his breath next to my ear.

"Who do you belong to?" He almost whispered.

"You!" I cried, exasperated. "Victor, please! I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need you now."

He shifted slightly, pressing against my sweet spot again. I gasped and clutched at his collar. He sighed softly as I did so.

"Damn. You always know exactly how to drive me crazy."

His thrusts started picking up speed again. My grip tightened on his collar. I bit my lip as he rammed into me again and again. God, how did he always hit that spot so perfectly?

My legs were practically jelly. If I didn't have my back pressed against the wall, I would have collapsed onto the floor. Every move was a shock wave straight through my body. I was panting like a dog as the pleasure filled my mind and erased all traces of shame from it.

The lust swelled inside of me, growing and growing with every second. It felt like I would burst. The stifled moan I heard next to my ear told me he couldn't last much longer either. His hand slid along my thigh. Slow, gentle, and exactly what I needed to finally snap.

The feeling of his skin against mine, the sensation I'd been missing this whole time. The sudden presence of it sent me right over the edge. I cried out in ecstasy. My mind was blank. All I could feel was the indescribable pleasure as he filled me again and again.

He hissed sharply as I tightened around him. His thrusts started to pick up speed. His nails dug into my skin as he pressed inside of me. A sound, more like a growl than anything else, left his mouth.

I shivered as the sudden warmth filled my body. My own waves of pleasure, slowly but surely, started to crash. We both panted heavily as we tried to catch our breath. He kissed my neck a couple times before pulling back and smiling at me, his eyes filled with satisfaction and a glimmer of remaining lust.

I immediately felt the emptiness as he slid out of me. That wasn't the only thing that left my body though. I tried to close my legs as quickly as possible, but it was no good. I could all too clearly hear the shameful sound of his juices dripping from my body and onto the floor. My cheeks burned as I felt them sliding down my inner thigh.

"Hope that doesn't leave a stain."

His voice surprised me. I had a small moment of panic before I realized he wasn't talking about my mess. Well, not that one specifically.

He was looking down at his pants. Apparently, while I was worrying about my little leak, he had been "adjusting" himself. A faint, but large, white-ish spot was on the front of his pants now.

"In my experience, it should wash out," I muttered.

He looked up and opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw my face. I could only imagine how red I looked right now. I looked away, still embarrassed about the position I was in. I needed to clean up, and quickly, but I worried that moving might make even more of a mess.

"Anna?"

He reached out and stroked my cheek gently. The sudden touch surprised me, causing even more of his juices to leak out.

This time, he heard the dripping. He glanced down, following the sound. His eyes went wide with shock for a moment, before a smile spread across his face. He chuckled softly and looked back up at me. I glared at him, annoyed.

"My, my," he teased. "Having a bit of trouble, are we?"

"Shut up," I grumbled, shoving him weakly.

He shrugged. "It's not like I mind. Make as much of a mess as you want. Actually, make more of a mess. I think it might be good to show the rest of those idiots what a satisfied woman really looks like."

I crossed my arms. "Who said I'm satisfied?"

I didn't like the way his eyes flashed as I said this. His smile grew wider. His hand started to slide up my thigh again.

"What? You aren't?" He said playfully. "My bad. Let me fix that for you."

I gasped as his fingers brushed against my clit. I shoved him away again in a panic. I felt my face buring. I looked at the floor.

"Okay, okay, I am," I said quickly. "So stop it."

He snickered and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine.

"Calm down, I was just teasing you. Seriously though, it's been a while since I've seen you that excited. Was it really that good?"

I was too embarrassed to say anything. I nodded slightly. He brushed my hair back.

"Good, then I'll have to try that again sometime." He kissed my forehead. "So, how about we actually watch that movie now?"

"I... think I need to clean up first."

"Why bother? I'll just make a mess of you again later."

"Victor," I whined.

He stared at me a minute before finally letting out a defeated sigh. He smiled weakly.

"Fine, but only because you look so pathetic right now."

While I wanted to match his snarky remark with one of my own, I knew it was probably better to run while I still had the chance. I shuffled to the bathroom, trying to minimize the mess I was sure I was making.

I let out a sigh of relief as I closed the door behind me. I stripped down quickly and went to take a shower. The steamy water helped to relax my body and clear my mind. However, the sticky feeling between my legs only helped to remind me of what just happened.

What had just happened? Victor was right. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been that excited during sex. I mean, we had our clothes on. That was all. If anything, shouldn't that make sex less exciting? I didn't understand.

My body didn't seem to care though. I still remembered the feeling of his shirt in my hands, the gentle rustling of the fabric that filled the air, the way my skirt ruffled between us, the absence of his touch on my skin. I shivered at the memory.

I sighed and shook my head, trying to clear it. Alright, whatever happened I couldn't spend all day in the shower reminiscing about it. I had an actual boyfriend outside waiting on me.

I finished cleaning up quickly. The last thing I needed was for Victor to get impatient and come in to "help."

As I grabbed a towel, I realised I forgot to grab fresh clothes. I didn't worry about it too much though. After all, Victor had seen me naked dozens of times. I'm sure he could handle me walking from the bathroom to the closet.

I grabbed my old clothes and the towel and tossed them into the hamper. As I opened the door, I noticed Victor buttoning up a fresh shirt near the fireplace. He smiled as he saw me.

"Seemed silly to wash up when I'm going to get dirty again later, but I did decide to put on some fresh clothes," he explained.

"I forgot to grab clothes. Give me a second and I'll be right out."

"Come here first," he said, waving me over.

I sighed. I had a bad feeling about this, but I hoped the fact that we just had sex would put some of those worries to rest.

I walked over and stood next to him, crossing my arms. His eyes explored my body. He made a little motion for me to turn around. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, but I did what he wanted. I felt his hands on my waist. They trailed along my curves slowly.

"You really are too tempting sometimes," he murmured.

"And you're too much in general," I teased, nudging him softly.

He chuckled and hugged me from behind. He kissed my shoulder and rested his chin on it.

"So, since you're getting dressed anyway..." he trailed off slowly.

"Uh huh?" I asked cautiously.

"Well, I was just wondering when exactly I'd be getting that 'full-effect' dress you promised to show me."

I sighed. "Come on. I'm not even sure if that dress is clean or not. And I just showered."

He shrugged, unaffected. "If it's clean, it's not a problem. If it isn't, then it doesn't matter. Like I said, you won't have it on long anyway."

"Victor."

"Hey, I told you showering was pointless."

I let out another defeated sigh. It was obvious there was no arguing with him about this. Besides, I guess I did promise to show him.

"Fine, but you'll have to wait then. My makeup is in my other room and since you want 'full effect' I'm guessing you don't want to see me before it's 'completed,' right?"

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "So you're just going to put on makeup there?"

"Umm... yes? What else?"

"You're not just making excuses so you can hide out until lunch or something?"

"Hey," I pushed him playfully. "Unlike some people, I don't have an ulterior motive for everything."

"Didn't realize Philip was so sneaky," he teased.

I rolled my eyes. "Just wait here, okay? I'm pretty minimalist with makeup, so half an hour max."

"Fine, fine. Get yourself all dolled up for me."

He spanked my ass as I walked away. I turned back to glare at him. He smiled innocently and motioned for me to shoo. That man.

I went to the closet and searched around. I never payed too much attention to which days the cleaners did laundry, but I hoped yesterday was one of them. Luckily, it seemed like it was. My dress was hanging near the back of the closet. I grabbed it off the hanger and looked down at it.

It should be okay to change in my room, right? After all, there was no cleaning staff today and I don't think I'd ever seen Philip leave the kitchen. Still, it felt weird walking around the halls naked.

I clutched the dress to my body. I'd just go there quickly. My room wasn't far. It'd only take ten seconds if I hurried. I took a deep breath and poked my head out of the closet.

"Okay, I have it," I called to him. "Turn away so you don't see."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled, facing the wall. "Half an hour. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

I took a small pleasure in watching him cringe before I shuffled out of the closet and into the hall.

That pleasure disappeared the moment the cool air from the hall touched my skin. My cheeks burned immediately. No one around, but it felt like I was walking through public. I hurried my way down the hall. I couldn't make it into my room fast enough.

A giant sigh of relief exited my body as the door closed behind me. The dress was clutched tightly in my hands. I shook it out a bit and laid it on the bed. I stared down at it, thinking.

Okay. "Full effect." I guess that meant I needed my shoes too. I went to my closet to grab them. I set them on the floor in front of my dress. I smiled as I looked at the combo.

As inconvenient as it was to dress up like this, part of me was happy I was doing it again. Thomas' wedding was beautiful and I was glad to be there, but I'd be lying if I said the evening wasn't a little spoiled by the fight Jack and I had. I couldn't change the past, but it did feel nice to know I could replace some of those bad memories with better ones.

I pulled on the dress and stepped into my shoes. I went over to the mirror in the corner of the room and did a couple turns to check myself.

Alright, that was one part done. The next part was makeup. Probably hair too. Victor didn't mention it specifically, but it kind of felt like cheating if I didn't do it. After all, I promised "full effect." Besides, my makeup would be easier to do after my hair was out of the way.

I spent a few minutes in front of the mirror playing with my hair. It took a while, but I finally felt like it was close to what I had the day of the wedding. I went over to my dresser to grab my makeup.

I wasn't lying to Victor when I said my makeup was pretty minimalist. I never has the patience for things like contouring and foundation. Eyes, lips, liner, lashes. That was all.

Despite my simplicity, it still felt like I'd barely started when I heard a familiar sound.

"Ms. Walton?"

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath.

I glanced in the mirror. I'd just finished with my eyeshadow, hardly the "full effect" makeup I wore that day. I just hoped Victor would be patient for once.

I hurried over to the intercom. "We'll be there soon, chef."

I rushed back to the mirror, hoping to get through as much as possible. I knew I didn't have much time.

Sure enough, there was a firm pounding on my door not two seconds later.

"Anna, what the hell?" Victor griped.

"I forgot about my hair," I called out, still working on my makeup. "It took a little longer than I planned, but I'm almost done. Ten more minutes max. Why don't you head down? I'll meet you there."

The room was silent. I was pretty sure he was still behind the door, pouting about how long I was taking. Either that or he'd gotten annoyed and left already.

To my surprise, it was neither.

"You'll... wear it to lunch?"

I paused. Now that was a strange tone for Victor. It wasn't his usual sarcastic or annoyed tone. Instead, it was some strange mixture of confusion and hope. I couldn't really place it as one or the other.

"Umm... yes?" I responded, confused myself. "Is that okay?"

"It's fine," he said quickly. "Take your time. I'll see you down there."

I heard his footsteps as he left. Well, that was odd. I don't think I'd ever heard Victor sound like that before. He almost sounded excited. Was me dressing up really that big of a deal?

Whether it was or it wasn't, I still shouldn't keep him waiting all day. Besides, I was getting hungry. Despite the late start, Victor still made sure I got plenty of "exercise" earlier.

I focused on the mirror and making sure my makeup looked good. We weren't exactly going anywhere, but that didn't mean I still couldn't try to look my best for him. I mean, what was the harm in dressing up for my boyfriend every now and again?

I gave myself one last check before deciding I was satisfied. I'm sure my ten minutes was almost up anyways. I put my makeup back on top of the dresser and headed downstairs.

I actually felt a little nervous as I walked towards the dining room. What would Victor think? Jack had liked it, but he and Victor had different tastes. Then again, I was dating both of them.

Besides, I'm sure Victor didn't really care that much about my clothes. This probably had more to do with his competition with Jack than it did what I was wearing. He'd probably be just as happy if I showed up naked. Hell, knowing Victor, he might be even happier if I showed up naked.

Still, even if he was just doing it to one-up Jack, I was happy to have the opportunity to dress up like this for him. It's not like we had many chances to go out and do something together. So things like this made an ordinary day feel special somehow.

I walked into the dining room. The table was already full of food. It looked like Victor had started eating. He turned towards me as he heard my heels echoing against the floor.

The moment he saw me he froze. Normally, I might think that was a good thing, but I wasn't so sure right now. His face was blank, giving me absolutely no idea of what he was thinking.

He stared at me silently. The longer he stared, the more nervous I started to get about my outfit. I crossed my arms shyly, as if that would somehow hide what I was wearing. He stood up and walked into the kitchen without a word.

My nerves turned into full-on panic. What was going on? Why did he leave suddenly? Was he trying to get away from me? Was there something wrong with my outfit? What could be so bad that it made him leave?

These worries faded a moment later when he reappeared from the kitchen. He walked over to me with purpose in his step, though I still wasn't sure what that purpose was exactly. His eyes were so intense they seemed to bore into me. He stopped in front of me and crossed his arms.

"Take it off," he growled impatiently. "Now."