Victory Party

Vildus’s POV

Karica was more than everything I had hoped for. Not only was my mate extremely beautiful but also exquisite, as she settled into the bathtub I observed her tattooed back.

What a brave mate I had, how she had embraced her scars. Sudden pride surged through me as I stripped and joined her in the bathtub.

Adjusting her between my legs, I began to thoroughly wash her, cleansing her from the scent of that runt. Her body reacted to the slightest of my touches and I fully wanted to own her.

But she wasn't ready for that, her mind was under my control and pushing her any further would wreck her permanently. I would take my sweet time corrupting her until she would stop resisting me. There was going to be no escape from me, the sooner she understood the quicker all her miseries would end. Resistance against my mind control was futile.

My hands explored every inch of her ravishingly creamy skin, especially the softness between her thighs. Her head rolled on my shoulder and h