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Arm reaching from her thigh, the woman produced a sharp blade, stabbing it on the wooden table before them in anger. Whether or not it was a threat was beyond Agata however, she felt the need to get her anger out somehow and this was the closest thing to destructive. “You’re comparing loving to fucking. They’re not the same thing. Your existing love is fucking and then leaving? Can that not be said for every other girl out there that you’ve had the pleasure of enjoying? Are you angry because I’m right? You do not love me and that’s the simple thing you’re failing to understand. Leave. Don't call me when you figure out what love really is because I can do better than you.”

Viktor knew that this wasn’t the time to get pissed off, but in all honesty– blood was starting to boil in his stomach as she adjusted the saddle of her high horse. His folded hands dropped from their elbowed perch, lying on the cool table dividing them. “Как это справедливо?” He asked, brow knitted and expression hard. “You don’t get to be mad, Katye. We fucked, it was great but z’hat doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship and I can’t sleep with whoever z’fuck I want. I don’t remember ever coming to that agreement! And since when does me going out and hooking up with some random girl make you mad?! I’m not shacking up all of the Hamptons!”

The woman rolled her eyes, tongue moving across her lips before settling, teeth holding her lip back. “It’s fair because you’re a liar. Nobody lies to me and gets off clean. You know the last person who lied to me? He’s dead. And the man before that - and that - and you were the one who said that the definition of love is pure intentions but after you say it you stick your cock in me like I’m just another one of your random fucks. My mother told me monsters can love but she was wrong. I don't get to be mad? I put my heart on the line for you to take care of and you fucked it like you fucked me and like you fucked any other girl ever. But you love me - you love me. Right.”

Vik huffed, obviously not having a word of it as he circled around the table, taking a seat across from the woman who wore a pout. “… Скажи мне, что это неправильно.” He told her.

A boisterous laugh escaped her lungs, shoulders bouncing as she covered her mouth to keep any curse words from escaping. She was angry. So, so angry. She sat for a moment, eyes examining the hands that were firmly placed in her lap. “Как если бы оно было бы что-нибудь изменить.” She tossed back, crossing her arms and sitting back in her chair, eyebrows raised higher than a skyscraper. Under her breath, though she wasn't sure if he heard her or not, she muttered to herself, hair falling over her eyes to keep the rage from seeping. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t be doing the things you do. But I guess that’s my fault for believing.”

“– Are you mad at me or somes’hing?”

“As if you aren’t fucking everything that moves.”

As soon as she’d spoken up, Viktor turned and glanced over his shoulder, twisting his steps back toward the bed as he folded his sleeves up to his elbows. With his brow knitted, a fond smile remained soft on his face as he leaned over Agata, hands dipping down in the sheets on either side of her body. “Тише.” He told her and without a moment of hesitation, pressed his lips against the soft ones beneath him. “I make you food– Don’t move.”

A breathy laugh - or sigh, rather, left her lungs, the corners of her mouth turning up softly. It didn’t matter what she had said before because maybe he wasn’t lying. With someone as trained as both of them, it was harder to tell regardless of whether or not they had known each other for their entire lives. Even if he was lying, Katye was sure that he was the only one that she ever wanted to spend the rest of her life with because he was the only person she could truly trust.

As the man ascended, she felt her heart drop to her stomach. Of course, she was right. Never in her life had she doubted the way she felt and in this moment, she knew that she was just another one of his playthings - a doll for his personal amusement. “Вы не очень люблю мне, huh?”

Viktor rolled onto his back with a dip of his sheets and a sigh. The normally cool, calm and collected male finding comfort in soft gasps for air and his head against the cool and unused pillow to their left. “Fuck.” He cursed, regaining himself as he glared a glance towrd the woman lying empty next to him.

The girl held a serious face, closing her eyes for one moment as she processed what had just occurred. Each bit of concentration that was in her body now rushed to her mind, lungs trying to find ways to get more oxygen to her brain without having a dizzy spell. After staring that the ceiling for a solid minute, the girl turned her head, eyes meeting his for only one moment before she burst out laughing.