Sinister Valentine (St. Valentine)

6. Hockey Sticks & Locker Rooms

Hockey Sticks & Locker Rooms

Liviana

Waking up the next morning, I find a white teddy bear and a note at my door. Placing the Valentine’s bear on my desk, I open the letter.

Valentine,

You will never escape me,

My Sinister Valentine.

Your blood will drip from my fingers and pour into my soul,

My Sinister Valentine.

My blood will join yours, and you will be mine. Once and for all.Once you accept your fate, our hearts will become one and together we will reign in hell.

My Sinister Valentine.

Now bleed with me.

My Sinister Valentine.

Signed in my blood,

Hayes Valentine

Falling on my bed, I read the letter over and over again. I’m not sure how I feel. I don't know whether to be completely creeped out or to swoon for this man. For some reason, this speaks deep within my black and bloody soul, begging to be released, but only for him. Why do I get the feeling that if I told him my deepest, darkest secret that he would accept me with open arms, wanting to feed the little demon inside me? He wasn’t playing when he signed this in his blood. A dark crimson thumb print lays right underneath his name.

Bringing the letter to my nose, I inhale as my heart rate goes wild in my chest. I need to find him. Getting off the bed, I throw on my fucking uniform and leave my suite.

If I were Hayes, where would I be? Probably fucking that blonde he was with last night. But if he left me that letter, it only means he wants me to seek him out, right? The light bulb in my brain finally goes off. Hockey . Heading towards the sports center, I run into Syd and Zova as I pass the cafeteria.

“Hey, Liv. How was your night? I heard some things.” Syd laughs, hip bumping me.

“I should be asking you the same thing, but I gotta run. Have you guys seen Hayes yet?” I ask, waiting impatiently for an answer.

“Damn girl. You are jittery this morning. What's got you flustered?” Zova asks.

“I’ll explain later. I just need to find the god himself. So, have you seen him?” They both look at each other, then back at me, shaking their heads.

“Okay then. I’ll meet up with you guys later and I’ll explain everything.” I assure them and they nod, heading into the cafeteria as I take off towards the arena. It feels like it takes me forever to get where I need to go, and now I’m out of breath. Fucking Christ.

Swinging the double doors open, I’m immediately hit with a gust of freezing cold air and silence. The arena is completely empty. Fuck. As I turn, I see Parker from the corner of my eye, coming out of the locker room freshly showered. Walking over to him, I place my hand on my hip and he stops short, raising a brow.

“Henry in there?” I ask, and he laughs.

“I don’t know a Henry. Sorry,” he says, walking around me. I huff and chase after him.

“Jesus Christ, is Hayes in there?” I quip and he laughs again.

“Why don’t you go find out?” He taunts and I roll my eyes, turning back around. I head for the locker room, swinging the door hard enough that it bangs against the wall. I walk past the first row of lockers before checking the next.

“Hayes, you fuck. Where are you?” I shout, and a deep laugh comes from behind me. I spin to see the man of the hour putting on his black trouser pants. I watch as he leans against the locker, buttoning his white shirt. Walking over to him, I invade his space, giving his chest a little shove.

“I got your letter. Wh-” I start to say before his hand is wrapped around my throat, pressing me against the lockers.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Liviana. I don’t have time for your shit today.” He spits, squeezing my throat. I shove him off me but he doesn't budge. He only tightens his grip. “I’m glad you got my letter. Are you ready to surrender?” He asks, but I shake my head as his free hand runs up my outer thigh.

“That little stunt you pulled last night will never happen again. If I ever see another man touch you, he’s dead.” He growls, and I smile. Why do his words make me want to submit to his every want and need? His eyes widen at my expression as I run my hands up his stomach to his chest, pulling on his tie to bring him closer to me. I graze my lips against his, watching his eyes flutter for a second. “You enjoyed me watching as you came on another man's face, didn’t you, you fucking slut? Do you know how murderous you made me?!” He spits, tightening his grip a little more as his other hand disappears underneath my skirt. “Did you cum wishing it was my tongue licking you?” he whispers, sticking out his tongue ring, gliding it across my lips as he slides my panties to the side, running his finger up my slit.

I nod my response as I grip his tie, praying he touches me again. “Such a fucking whore. Look at you. In the men's locker room with my hand under your skirt, begging to be played with.” He groans as he spreads my lips apart, flicking my clit. I quiver as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, pressing his body against mine. Letting go of his tie, I run my hands back down his body and into his boxers, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly. “Fuck, Liv. I want to break you. I want you to feel the pain I felt watching you last night.” He says as goosebumps litter my skin, causing me to shiver at his words.

I nod, wishing he’d let me speak. He slides a finger into my soaked core and groans as I stroke him faster, rubbing my thumb over the tip. “I didn’t cum last night because of you. So before I wreck you, get on your fucking knees like the whore you are and take my cock down your throat.” He commands, removing his fingers from my pussy and bringing it to his lips, sucking them into his mouth. Fuck, that’s hot. Jesus Christ.

His eyes blow with want as he moans. “I won’t ask again, whore. Knees. Now.” He orders and I don’t resist as I sink to my fucking knees, pulling down his boxers and pants over his hips, taking ahold of his cock and licking the tip. He grips the back of my head, shoving his cock into my mouth.

“Since you made me watch another man make you cum, this is your punishment. I’m going to skull fuck you for being a fucking cunt.” He growls, slamming into me only to pull out and slam into me again, causing me to gag as spit drips from the corners of my mouth. My eyes tear and slowly pour down my cheeks the more he thrusts down my throat. I swallow, causing him to groan above me.

“Just like that, Liv. Fuck, your throat is so tight.” He moans, wrapping both hands in my long hair and thrusting down my throat at a brutal pace. My throat is going to be so sore after this. I try to meet his thrusts, but he’s in too much control of my head, so I just take everything he gives me. Ripping me off his length, he stumbles back and I heave, trying to catch my breath. Wiping my mouth, I look up at him, waiting for his next command.

“Such a good girl, Liviana. Now get up and lay down on the bench,” he orders and I do what he says as I watch him grab his hockey stick. What the fuck?

He straddles the bench in front of me and glides his stick down my cheek to my heaving chest, along my stomach and over my skirt. He opens my legs, flipping up the fabric and pressing the tip of the stick against my clit. I moan, arching my back off the bench, not taking my eyes off his as he stares between my legs. He takes his hand, pulling my thong from my body until it rips in two.

Bringing it to his nose, he inhales deeply, shoving the ripped fabric into his back pocket. He slides the end of his stick up and down my clit, causing my legs to tremble.

“Fuck, Hayes.” I pant, wanting him to make me cum already. I want to feel him inside me so fucking bad.

“I want you to beg before I wreck this tight cunt.” He commands and I whimper as he glides the glossy wood faster over my clit.

“Please, Hayes. Break me.” I whine as he licks his lips, shoving the stick into my pussy. I gasp at the thickness stretching me so roughly. I lift my knee, laying my foot on the bench as my fingers find my clit while he fucks me hard and fast.

“Faster, you fucking slut. Take it.” He growls, shoving the wood deeper into me as I bring myself closer and closer to orgasm. I shiver at his words, my thighs trembling the closer I get.

“Cum on my stick. I want to smell you while I take shot after shot in tonight’s game and once I win, I want you impaled on my cock while I carve into you, making you bleed with me. Making you mine. All mine.” He growls sending me right over the fucking edge. I scream as I cum so fucking hard, soaking the wood like he asked. “Hayes.” Leaves my lips on a whisper as my body shivers.

Removing the stick from my core, he bends down kissing my inner thighs. Flattening his tongue, he runs it up from cunt to clit, making me jolt at how sensitive I am. Fuck, I’ve never had that hard of an orgasm in my life. Taking a deep breath, I sit up as he stands, zipping his pants.

“You don’t want me to make you cum?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse, confused at what the hell is happening.

“Tonight, Short Stack. After the game.” He says, throwing his jersey at me.

“Wear that tonight. The game is here at seven. Don’t be late.” he demands, giving me a wink as he walks down the lockers and disappears from sight. That’s twice he’s left me to wonder what the fuck just happened. Not only did he fuck my throat raw and make me cum on his hockey stick, but he never said a damn word about the fucking letter. Now he wants me to wear his jersey? He can get fucked.

After a few minutes, I get up and leave the locker room for my first class, totally missing breakfast. All I can think about is that fucking locker room and how badly I want it to happen again. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out seeing a text from Dillon. Fuck. My boyfriend. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.