She Hearts Books: Blog Tour - Corrupted by Sapphire Knight

My Thoughts

I couldn't wait to read Viktor's story. Getting the few peeks at him in Secrets made me curious about the man and especially his attraction to Elaina. From the moment he lays eyes on her, Vik is all about Elaina. Even when all she does is antagonize and push him away. Elaina feels broken after what she suffered at the hands of someone meant to protect and love her. Vik wants to take that all away and show her what love is all about. She just has to let him in.

I loved that Vik never gave up on Elaina. He just loved her enough to be there. He protects her when someone attempts to take her life as well as his. I loved that Elaina became his protector in a moment. She was fierce about her man. They are just flat out scorching hot together and I loved their story.

I give Corrupted 5 hearts!

Viktor

I was bred for this. For Mafiya.

Instead, I relinquished my crown to my younger brother.

I’m the dirty side of the Mafiya.

I clean up the messes. The bodies. The problems.

Here in America, I’m the Russian King.

I never expected to want my mark. To crave her, to need her.

One thing about being the leader of the Bratva, I always get what I want.

I’m corrupted, I never promised to play fair.

Elaina

Unwanted and unloved.

I lay in that hospital bed, broken.

One bad decision and I almost killed someone,

myself included.

The dark shadow coming to finish the job,

turns out to be my bright light.

I try to hold back, fighting temptation.

Who would want someone so damaged?

He doesn’t know it, but I’m good at keeping secrets.

You have to be, when you have so many.

Regardless of feeling a presence behind me, I stay bent over. It’s one of those moments where you clench your tummy tightly and lie, telling yourself nothing’s behind you when in fact you know there really is something there.

I’m startled when a strong hand grasps my bicep, pulling me up and backward. I spin, ready to fight and let loose a piece of my mind. I’m met with Viktor’s serious expression about four inches from my face and it makes me pause, forgetting every word that had been wanting to come out.

“NO. You are wrong. I have been chasing you for months. Open your eyes.” He steps closer so I can feel his warm, sweet breath whisper over my face each time he speaks. “Printsyessa,” he whispers and tenderly takes my bottom lip between his.

I open the small container carefully, placing it under Tollfree’s nose. It only takes a second for him to jerk awake, eyes wide, ready to plead.

“Save it.” I grab a rag and stuff it in his mouth.

“I want to hear you scream, not your words. Your muffled whimpers will suit me just fine.” He shakes his head rapidly at me and tries to plead through the rag.

“I told you when we met that I collect what is owed to me. You hurt someone I love, and that’s the biggest debt you can ever owe me.”

“Na! Na!” he shouts through the rag.

“No?” I question and he shakes his head. “Ah, but you are mistaken. The answer is yes. You see, I love a sweet little blonde. She reminds me of a fairy, with her long, wispy hair and short legs.” He gazes at me, confusion clouding his features.

Elaina leans back, lips red and glistening, her eyes lit up with fire. “What do you want, Viktor?” she asks me boldly and my cock strains against my boxers.

Leaning up slightly, I push them off my hips so they pool at my feet. She licks her lips and I weave my hands through her smooth, Cinderella-like locks. I push her down easily until she rests on her knees, staring up at me with her bright blue, curious irises.

I grin at her as if she’s my prey. “Kiss it,” I purr and she gulps, staring at my dick, intimidated.

Elaina whimpers softly behind me and I reach back, squeezing her hand, attempting to comfort her. The bright light glints off the Mercedes and for the first time I notice the front of the vehicle. Sergei is laid out on the hood, throat slit, covered in dark blood.

I walk toward him, noticing something on the windshield. The club door bangs as it slams closed. I jump a little, ready to protect Elaina with my life if necessary. Twisting, I find Alexei, looking at me, perplexed.

“Shit! Boss?” He moves to do an area search.

“No. Stay with Elaina.” I growl at him and remove my gun, screwing on my silencer. I’m going to kill any of them that I find still here. They have nerve, coming at me, the king of the Bratva. I will feed each one to the fish if necessary. Whoever did this deserves to hurt. They will pay; I will make sure of it.

I carefully walk around the car and scan the surroundings but I find no one. I return to the front of the vehicle, and move closer to check on Sergei. He is very much dead and across the windshield in his blood, is smeared WAR.