13. Joy #2
Especially when I realize where he’s taking me.
Valerian opens the door to his bedroom and throws me on his bed. My back hits the mattress.
I bring my knees up to my chest, hugging myself as I watch him rifle through wooden doors, slamming them shut.
Then I hear chains rattling.
Fuck. Me. I gasp when I see what he has in his hands.
Valerian has a cruel expression written across his face. He stalks back to the bed, grabs both of my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Shuffle up a bit,” he commands, skimming the bottom of my ass cheek. “There’s a good girl.”
I hear the familiar sound of metal fastening around my wrists. He ties me up to the headboard, my back pressed into the wood.
I’m sitting on the cushions, my legs scrambling for purchase on the mattress. I keep slipping. It’s hard to balance when your arms are tied over your head.
Valerian stands back, watching me. He trails a finger over his bottom lip, pondering something.
I lower my eyes. Next to the gun is his bulge—a lot bigger than the gun.
I gasp once again. The man is huge. He doesn’t need a gun to kill me.
“You and that little red bikini getting into mischief again.” Valerian’s voice scratches against his throat. He steps closer, his face darkened over.
The drapes are shut, one leak of light escapes through the gap. It lands on Valerian’s chest, bringing attention to the area. His muscles work under the shirt. I could spend all day outlining each one with my finger.
But he’d probably chop the finger off. He looks like he wants to murder me.
“I told you not to touch yourself,” he grunts. He folds his arms over his chest, regarding me. “You betrayed me.”
“Not my fault you left me hanging last night.”
“Hm.” He takes another step forward, trailing a finger along his jaw. “I know you want me to fuck you, sweetheart. The question is—will you be able to handle it?” His eyes cut across the room at me. “I don’t go soft.”
Good. That’s not what I want from him.
I’m attracted to Valerian because he’s a mafia leader, which translates to him being rough. Unpredictable. Basically, everything I’ve been lacking in life.
My heart hammers in my chest as he holds eye contact with me. This feels very intimate. He’s not even inside of me.
I feel his eyes moving things around in my soul, like he’s seeing me for what I really am.
I don’t even know who I am. But he seems to think he’s got me figured.
The mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He keeps watching me. “My son has made you desperate.” His laugh is guttural, coming deep from his throat.
“I suppose I do indeed have something to thank him for. Look at you.” He trails his eyes up and down my writhing body.
“Such a dirty little thing. God, imagine if you stayed with my son and went ahead with the marriage? You’d be trapped forever, living a poor, uneventful vanilla life.
Look at yourself, Joy.” Valerian takes off from the bed.
I watch, holding my breath in anticipation, hoping for another prop.
Holy shit.
He drags a full-length mirror away from the wall, placing it in front of the bed.
Dusting off his hands, he gestures to the mirror.
“Take a look at yourself, sweetheart.” He walks around the bed, returning to me.
“See here—how flustered you are for me.” He trails his finger along my cheek.
“And here.” He stops at my lips. “How heavy you’re breathing.
” He pauses for a moment. And then he suddenly grabs one of my breasts though the red bikini, squeezing, causing a moan to fall right out.
I watch us in the mirror, how big he is compared to me.
“Feel how fast your chest is rising and falling as you struggle to catch your breath.”
I keep watching my reflection, seeing Valerian move around me.
His fingertips play with my bikini strap. He grabs the strap tight. And then pulls.
My breasts bounce out.
Valerian watches me in the mirror, his huge hands gliding over each breast. I see how hard my nipples are, how I react when he catches one between two of his fingers, rubbing, pinching.
God, he’s right. I’m a total mess for him.
The metal handcuffs clang against the headboard each time I spasm.
“Now, sweetheart,” continues Valerian. “Take a good look at yourself down here.” He hooks his fingers under my bikini bottoms the same way, pulling.
The strings give way, the material falling.
He slides the bikini bottoms away from me, leaving me completely nude.
Valerian shuffles down on the bed to my thighs. Catching my eyes in the mirror, he opens my legs.
I stare into the mirror, watching myself. My breath hitches. I only ever see myself naked in the mirror after showering. And it’s never from this angle.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” grunts Valerian.
He grabs the insides of my thighs, keeping me still.
And wide open. “Take a look at your pussy and see how wet you are.” He turns around, looking at me properly again.
“Look at how your body is screaming at you to listen to it. Look me in the eye and tell me you still want that boring, uneventful vanilla life.”
“I’m not even with your son anymore. I broke—”
“Yes. But cycles tend to repeat until we learn our lesson.”
“And what’s your lesson?” I tip my chin, challenging him. “What cycle are you repeating?”
Valerian sniggers. “Leaders don’t have cycles. That’s why they lead.”
I’m not so sure about that.
Valerian rises above me. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing muscle after muscle.
My mouth gapes as I take him in. He’s marked by tattoos and scars, his bronzed skin entirely covered with them.
As usual, a shadow falls over me as he consumes my vision. He’s all I see. I should be mad about that, given the circumstances. But he’s right. My body has been screaming at me for a while now.
And I’m only just waking up.
“Look me in the eyes, printsessa,” he says. “Tell me you weren’t made for a boring vanilla life. And then I’ll fuck you.”
“You don’t know a single thing about—”
“Tell me.” He raises his voice. “Or I leave you here to waste away, handcuffed to my bed.”
That might be worse than murder.
I try to clench my thighs together. But Valerian won’t let me. He keeps his hands on my inner thighs, forcing them apart.
“Tell me, printsessa.”
“Yes. It’s not what I want.”
“Great.” He flashes me a mischievous grin. “Now, let’s see if you can take me. Legs up to your chest.” He gets me into position, bringing the tops of my thighs to my breasts. “Good girl.”
My heart thumps in my chest.
Valerian keeps his hand on my legs. He uses the other to free himself, fiddling with his flyer, the belt buckle clanging as he slips it from the loops and throws it away.
“Fuck.” I cuss when I see his cock for the first time.
Holy hell. That’s a lot of inches.
He moves closer to me, keeping my legs wide. And without any warning, he thrusts all the way into me.
I cry out, choking on air as I accommodate his size. I feel new muscles stretching. There’s pain. Of course there is. But I live in that pain. I thrive on it.
He withdraws, just to thrust back in. And he goes deeper. It’s more than I’ve ever taken.
But the pleasure is so great it’s blinding.
I shut my eyes and let my walls stretch around him.
The pain lingers, but it’s just proof that he’s really inside me. I’m chained to a bed being fucked by my ex-fiancé’s dad.
I let that sink in as Valerian pounds into me.
Electricity flows through my veins, breathing life into my soul. He’s right. I wasn’t meant to be with Igor and live a boring life. I was meant for this. My soul has always craved rough. And I never truly realized this until now.
I never loved Igor. I don’t even know if I was in love with him, which is a really unsettling feeling, considering I wasted six months thinking that I did.
I needed him. He was tuned in emotionally. And the last thing I wanted was another version of my father.
I catch Valerian’s eyes as he leans over me, shoving right in, not holding back.
In terms of being emotionally tuned in, he could be worse than my father. I don’t think Valerian even can feel. Not like normal human beings do.
But god, he makes me feel.
And I feel so fucking amazing.
The handcuffs clang against the headboard, counting each of his thrusts. He grunts as he slams into me, losing his rhythm. I feel his cock twitching inside.
The electricity flowing through me reaches its peak. Valerian finds a sweet spot inside of me, and I completely lose my hold on reality.
I shut my eyes, feeling myself start to unravel.
And then the electricity explodes.
I cry out, riding out each wave, my body spasming. Valerian keeps thrusting. I cling onto his cock. And then I feel him letting go.
He groans, my pussy filling with his cum.
I glance up, the muscles in his shoulders working as he keeps himself up.
He grits his teeth. “Fuck.”
And then he slides out, leaving me completely fucking spent. And numb.
Because I just slept with the man who took everything away from me. And it was the best time I’ve had in…
Never mind.