Chapter 13
thirteen
Gabriel
“Don’t move.” I pull myself from between her legs.
Ignoring the mess on the bed, I go to the bathroom.
I turn on the faucet to warm the water and look down at my blood-covered cock.
She should have told me; I could have been gentle.
But she didn’t, and all because she was putting on a brave face and hiding behind it.
I shouldn’t care. It just makes me angry that I’ll need to delay my plans.
Or maybe not. I smirk and turn on the faucet of the tub, letting it fill with water, and I smile as I exit the bathroom.
Valentina is lying on the bed with her eyes closed, just where I left her, but my eyes follow the space between her legs.
I remember the show she put on that night at the club; she acted experienced, and I never questioned her sexual status.
It isn’t a deal-breaker. Ever since Salvatore took over, we haven’t followed the rules that one needs to marry a virgin.
Nor did I discuss that with her brother.
But her bravado is even more intriguing now, waking up my curiosity and the need to peel her masks back layer by layer until I see her bare and raw. I lean down and pick her up. She opens her eyes.
“I prepared a bath for you. I need to get you clean.”
She smiles. “I’m a grown-up, and I can clean myself just fine.”
“True, but I need to make sure you’re relaxed and ready for the rest of the night.”
Her eyes meet mine. “Rest of the night?”
“Did you think I would spend my wedding night sleeping?” I lower her down and start to unclip her stockings from her lace garter.
I pull her stockings slowly down her legs.
When I took her dress off, I didn’t expect to find her in stockings and a garter, but she was a vision, a gift for me to unwrap.
I look up at her on my haunches and follow the smear of blood between her legs and to her belly that’s covered with a trail of butterfly tattoos on her left side. My eyes meet hers, and I stand, giving her my hand. “Get in.”
She enters the tub, wincing when she lowers herself down. I make sure she's relaxed before leaving her and changing the sheets on the bed.
Hope ignites in my chest as I take off the blood-covered sheets; hope for something I lost years ago.
Can feelings bloom in this relationship?
As soon as that thought crosses my mind, I push it away.
No, there isn't more than attraction between us. Want and lust. That’s the only thing that can bloom, if not for us, for the sake of the alliance.
And if only for tonight, I will get most of it, as long as she can handle what I have in mind.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” Valentina calls to me.
“Do you want me to join you?”
She narrows her eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”
I chuckle and get into the tub, sitting behind her.
I let her lean on me, then take the washcloth and clean her hands and torso.
I take extra time on her breasts until she shifts between my legs.
The way she trembles at my touch feeds something primal in me.
I lower my hand down to her belly, all the way to her pussy.
I clean between her legs gently, and her back arches as she pushes herself into my hand.
I bury my smile in her hair, satisfaction sparking when she yields without thinking. Just a bit more time and she’s going to be ready to keep this night going.
I pull my hand away, and Valentina lets out a disapproving sound, making me chuckle. “So eager. Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Yes, what?” She stills. “Say it!” I urge her. “Say what you want, Valentina.”
“I want your hand.”
“You want my hand where?”
Her breathing quickens. “I want your hand between my legs.”
“What else?”
“I… want your hand to touch me between my legs.”
“Wrong.” I lean and whisper in her ear. “I want your hand between my legs, please. Now, repeat it.”
“I want your hand between my legs, please.” Her breath hitches as I touch her pussy slowly.
I massage her pussy lips and her clit, working at her pace.
She pushes against my hand, and I slowly insert one finger.
When she moans, and I’m sure she’s not in any pain, I pull my finger out and then push it in and out slowly.
Her chest lifts with a shaky inhale, and I wrap my other hand around her stomach, keeping her still.
I place another finger inside her, and she lets out a moan.
I keep my fingers moving, massaging the flesh inside.
Her muscles tighten, and I place the heel of my hand on her clit, making slow, circular movements.
“When you come, I want you to call my name.”
She inhales sharply just a second before her muscles squeeze my fingers.
“Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!” Her hand grips mine as she comes on my fingers.
I wait for her to relax but leave my fingers inside her. “Now, say, thank you, Gabriel.”
She turns her head and looks at me, smirking. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, we are going to have fun.”
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I groan as I push deep inside her and wait.
“No.” She buries her head into the pillow, groaning.
I take her hands and pin them behind her back with one hand, and with the other, I rake my fingers through her hair and pull her backwards toward me.
My lips brush her ear. “Being stubborn is only fueling me even more. It makes me want to fuck you, break you, and do unimaginable things to you. I know you would like that. Do you want me to tell you how I know you’ll like that?
” I place my lips on the skin below her neck and suck on it while I wait for an answer that never comes.
Instead, her body shakes, and her shaky moan fills my ears. “Answer me!”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“I know it from the way you're dripping all over my cock, from the way your pussy is strangling my dick, and how you whimper under my touch.” I pull out, and her knees buckle when I plunge deeper inside her.
I close my eyes at the sound of her anguished moans and keep fucking her until her muscles contract and her screams fill my ears, feeding me with an ecstasy that travels all over my body.
“That’s right, scream. Scream my name, Valentina. I want to hear it.”
Her breaths evaporate, and still, she does as I said. “Gabriel.”
I close my eyes and let go, my name on her tongue barely a whisper.
“Gabriel. Gabriel.” I spill deep inside her, riding my ecstasy until I fill her, going limp. I lower her down onto the bed slowly and turn her onto her back.
I watch her chest rise as she breathes, her face smeared with the rest of her makeup and tears. Tears because she was too stubborn to surrender, to admit it’s enough. What does she want to prove? Still, I’m amazed at how determined she is. She succumbed to the pain for the pleasure.
I scan her body, her flushed skin filled with the traces of my touch, and the thought crosses my mind.
How far is she willing to go? What else is she willing to do?
I shake my head to clear the ideas running through my head and go into the bathroom for a warm cloth to use to clean her red, swollen pussy.
I groan when my cock grows hard just from looking at my handiwork.
I ignore my cock; she needs to rest. I finish cleaning her and pull the cover over her, then pull her toward me and bury my head in her hair, inhaling the scent of cherries.
I wake up with Valentina curled by my side, and liking the scene in front of me makes me realize that the fucking cherries are going to be the death of me.
I’m losing control, and she's lowering my guard. I close my eyes and curse. I can’t let this happen again.
I can’t sleep with her in my arms and not get hurt.
I get up, avoiding looking at her, because I fear if I do, I will lose my control again, and I can’t let that happen. I will not let that happen. Not again.