77. He has a fucking name!

Violette POV

Snowball began to gallop faster and Viktor held on tight. It made me smirk to know that he was nervous.

“Do you have to make him go so fast?” Viktor asked. I could feel his heart racing against my back, I really was scaring him.

“I can make him go faster if you want,” I said.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded.

“Oh, yes. Very,” I said. He let out a growl behind me but ignored it. He wants to ride? I’ll show him a ride.

I pushed Snowball to go faster and he did.

“Violette, stop it,” Viktor said.

“You stop it,” I growled in response. He reached around me and pulled on the string between my breasts and my gown began to slide down. I let out a growl as I slowed Snowball down to a stop so I could fix it.

“I hate you,” I growled.

“No, you don’t.” He said. Before I could tie the string he grabbed my sore breast in his hand and I winced.

“Would you stop? That hurts.” I growled.

“I thought you liked pain?” He asked in a husky tone.

“Not from you