C4 I Want You

As soon as Viktor returned, he heard laughter, a cheerful atmosphere never seen in his mansion.

As soon as he stepped through the gate, the atmosphere quickly dropped to a freezing point.

The men shut up immediately and they made expressionless faces.

The "delicate flower" in the center of the vortex, unable to switch the expression on her face, looked at him frozen, like a mouse that had stolen the cream and saw the cat.

"Hello...Uncle." She spoke to him for the third time, and the words she said were still "Hello Uncle".

"Hm." He didn't even turn his head to her.

Her eyes were bright and full of admiration as she looked at him.

Like a sunflower facing the sun, her gaze was directed toward him wherever he went.

"Get out." He waved his hand, and his men went out obediently.

Only two men were left in the room.

He sat down and the atmosphere suddenly stagnated throughout the room.

"Not afraid of me? Hmm?" His face was still clouding and he deliberately exerted pressure on her. He was in a high position of power, no one dared to guess his thought and no one was not afraid of him.

The half-old child, however, looked straight at him with affection.

"Not at all!" She answered loudly, first shaking her head and then nodding as if she had recalled something.

"Umm, actually, just a little bit..." Her mind was innocent and transparent as a crystal.

"But you saved me, and you're cool. I like you." Girls adore heroes, and he's pretty handsome.

"Heh." What kind of girl is this? He thought.

"I know who you are, I know what you do, but that doesn't stop me from liking you." Vivian was a little agitated, she thought she was acting like a child, not womanly at all.

He simply took her words for a childish proclamation.

"Oh? Tell me what you know." He was in a good mood today, in the mood to tease a child.

"You're Viktor Lev Ivankov." His name means everything, the king of the Russian mafia that runs America.

"Hmm."

"I saw you, that year when you were at my house with the model Lizzy. I saw it all." She said.

He thought back silently and finally remembered the hot model, it took him six months to get tired of her.

Most of the time they meet was to vent their sexuality.

He surely could imagine what she saw.

"After that, my father wouldn't tell me who you were, and I, I bought the FBI leaks." She closed her eyes and made up her mind, knowing she was too young to play games before him so that she wouldn't try.

"Your father was the godfather of Bratva, active from the 70s to 00s, and was assassinated in 2007, and that's when you started to enter the eyes of the FBI and appeared on their investigation list. At that time you were just the heir to your father's fortune so they didn't have you on their radar."

"But now, you're one of the top ten dangerous international figures that the FBI focuses on because you're the current, king of the Russian mafia." She paused for a moment and pursed her lips before she uttered the word "king" with a bit of trepidation.

Looking at his joyless also sorrowless expression, she continued.

"Being one of the ten most dangerous figures, except for the fact that you are the head of organized crimes. You are also involved in manipulating politics and economics, not only in the United States, Russia, Europe, and many other countries you have been involved in."

With that said, she spilled everything she knew about him.

She didn't know what the man would think, she just knew she would never have another chance to be so close to this man.

She did not know how to express it but could speak of the information she had gathered about him over the years.

He listened, this girl really did not lie, she knew all she should know, her understanding towards him (and his business) was not perfect but not far from it.

She knew that he was the king that everyone in the "underground world" feared, and she knew some of the atrocious things he had done.

She was nervous, what she had gathered and learned over the years had been said. Her mouth was dry from talking.

"In addition to the model Lizzy, you have been rumored to be in relationship with Natasha, Monica, movie star Kelly, Elvira, singer Miranda, etc."

"Above all, you blonde beauties." All of the above celebrities were blondes.

Vivian said, thinking of herself, her blonde hair grew darker, somewhat brown as she grew up, so she's not a blonde, but a brunette girl.

She felt somewhat inferior, her fingers looping around her own brown curl hairs, thinking she would definitely dye her hair beforehand if she knew she would meet him.

"Actually, I like wasp waist." He concluded her report.

"I... I have a very thin waist." When she heard his words, her eyes widened, and then she touched her slim waist and mumbled.

The expression was like a child who had no confidence and was trying to bear up.

Although she had a thin waist, she would have worked harder to train her abs if she had known.

Her crumbling expression amused him.

"How thin your waist is? Come here, let me see." He said.

She walked up to him as if she was about to go into a warzone and she lifted her shirt.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his full embrace.

She sat uneasily on his lap.

"You want me?" Above all, he also concluded. He asked word for word by her ear.

He could see through people, he has been dealing with all kinds of people for a long time, poor and cunning desperadoes can't hide under his gaze. Not to mention this little girl's little mind is just simple, clear, and transparent.

As he spoke, her lustful eyes, her constantly running her fingers through her hair, tilted her head aside revealing her beautiful neck.

And, unconsciously clenching her legs.

All these signs indicated that she wanted him.

Her face and her body were blushing.

She had actually been having sexual fantasies about him for years. As soon as she closed her eyes, the images that hit her that night replayed again.

"Well, I guess..." She opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, who was more mature and calm than he was back then, and finally understood what she wanted.

Why was there a faint loss while her handsome boyfriend wanted to make love to her?

She had always wanted him. Viktor Lev Ivankov.

"I want you." She gave a serious word-for-word answer. Her lower belly felt warm and she was wet even thinking about them having sex.

"Fine." For the first time, the man showed a hint of a smile.

Cute little girl, so frank and pretty that turned him on.