Chapter 14 – Val
Her moans were music to my ears; those soft purrs fueled my desire as I ground my waist against her pussy. I lifted her legs, placed them on my shoulders, while penetrating her with relentless strokes.
I watched her perky breasts bounce back and forth, her eyes rolling backward. My grip on her thighs tightened, my hips moving fast and rhythmically. On each thrust, I drove deeper and deeper into that wet pussy.
My cock was covered in her juice, and her slippery pussy eased my strokes. I’d yet to come to terms with the fact that this was happening—we were fucking.
It felt so good that the more I slammed into her, the more I couldn’t get enough. She threw her hands into her hair, then covered her mouth with a palm. Still, it didn’t drown her moans—it just muffled them, and even that was perfect in my ears.
Wren’s face was contorted in sheer pleasure. Her toes curled, and her whole body was vibrating. She gripped the edge of the counter for support, yet I didn’t stop, nor did I slow down. I rammed her harder than before just so I’d watch her lose control.
She pursed her lips in order to suppress her moans. And with one hand in her hair, she arched her back, her waist grinding against mine as if seeking deeper contact. I kept going. Harder. Faster.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she whimpered, her voice low and shaky.
A throaty moan fell off her lips despite her attempts at staying quiet. I pulled her closer, and she cried out when my cock traveled deeper.
“Look at me,” I growled, my tone laced with authority. “Wren, look at me.” I tapped her face. Not too hard, and not too soft either.
She met my gaze, her face a mask of ecstasy. Positioned on her elbows, she looked right into my eyes and nodded as if confirming that she loved every bit of my cock.
My hand snapped out, and I reached for her neck, delicately choking her. She stuck her tongue out, and her head fell backward as a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
“Oh, you think this is funny, ehh?” I furrowed my brows, slowing down a bit to catch my breath.
She cast a seductive look at me, her eyes wide with hunger. “It kinda is, because it seems like you’re tryna punish me.”
I pushed inside her—once. Deep and hard.
She cried out, biting her lower lip.
I choked her again. “And what if I am?”
A cocky smirk played at the corners of her mouth. “Then you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
She was clearly trying to get under my skin, to unleash the beast within.
A scowl settled on my face, and I pulled her to myself. With my arms beneath her legs, I lifted her off the countertop. She wrapped her arms around my neck, moaning loudly as I rammed her pussy with relentless strokes.
The rain outside was heavy, but this time, even the storm couldn’t hide her cries. My groin slapped against hers, skin upon skin. She held me tightly, her breasts pressing against my chest as I fucked her harder than before.
My feet were rooted to the floor, and given how small she was in my arms, it was easy to drill that pussy in the stand-and-carry position. Her body hopped up and down my cock, her arms tightening around my neck.
She cried out with trembling legs and a shaking voice. Yet, I didn’t stop. She needed to be taught a lesson. The faster and harder I fucked her, the closer I drew to finishing. But no. I wasn’t done yet.
Gently, I set her down on the floor, and while her legs were still shaking, I turned her around. She yelped at the sudden move, and with her back against me, she bent over, her ass in my groin.
I drove into her from behind, hips rocking into her with vigorous strokes. Her ass turned red when I spanked it hard.
“Oh, yes!” The words fell off her lip, accompanied by a low wince. “Is that all you’ve got, hmm?” Her voice trembled. “I thought monsters were supposed to be vicious.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it while crashing harder into her.
“Hmmm, that’s more like it,” she murmured under her breath, reaching out to grip the other edge of the counter.
Her breasts pressed against the countertop as she lay flat on her chest, whimpering. Her body rocked back and forth with each vigorous stroke as I spanked her ass.
I pulled her hair backward, and her head tilted toward the ceiling in response. My thrusts were hard and fast-paced with sweat trailing down my spine. I pulled on her hair with one hand and smacked her ass with the other.
I took her like she belonged to me, every stroke a claim. She was mine and mine alone. The sight of her body fanned the fire burning inside me. Her body yielded to me, unraveling beneath my relentless strokes.
Her moans were raw and unrestrained, accentuating my need.
I didn’t stop—not even when she released a helpless cry.
A primal growl signaled my arrival, and with one last thrust, I pushed deeper into her pussy. “Oh, fuck!”
She gripped the edge of the counter tightly as I poured myself inside her. I felt her cunt close around my cock as she let a deep, long, satisfactory sigh.
I pulled out, and with trembling legs, I towered over her. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf as she tried to regain composure. Wren turned around and slowly sank to the floor, her back sliding down against the smooth counter.
Her chest was rising and falling with uneven breaths, her fingers tangled in her hair. She panted like she’d just run a fuckin’ marathon. How ironic. Wren lifted her head and met my gaze.
The air was thick with the sounds of our ragged breaths, blended with the faint scent of sweat and Wren’s arousal. We stared at each other in silence, and although I couldn’t tell what exactly she was thinking, the satisfaction on her face said it all.
Everything had happened so fast, and I still couldn’t believe that I just fucked her. Her cheeks flushed, a glint of embarrassment flashing in her gaze. Slowly, guilt crept into her face, prompting her eyes to drop to the floor.
I pulled up my joggers, headed toward the fridge, and opened it. A gallon of milk caught my eye, and by the time I withdrew it and turned around, she was already on her feet. I closed the refrigerator door, watching her slip back into her nightgown.
She smoothed down her dress, adjusted the straps, and walked out of the kitchen without a word.
***
I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind since last night. The sex was so good that I replayed it over and over again in my head when I returned to my room.
This morning, I woke up with the taste of her nectar still lingering on my tongue, her scent clinging to me like a second skin. I’d never been more satisfied after sex before, but even that wasn’t enough to get her out of my mind. Instead, I wanted her even more.
I craved her touch and yearned to bury myself deep inside again. Wren’s pussy was so good, I could worship it all day, all night, and still not get tired. What happened last night was a clear indication that she’d always wanted as much as I wanted her.
Despite the so-called hatred she claimed to feel for me, last night, she let herself lose control. Obviously, she’d dreamed of that incident beforehand. Why else was she already soaking wet? And why didn’t she push me away when I pulled her to myself?
Perhaps she didn’t hate me as much as she wanted me to believe.
There was still a part of her that saw me as something more than the monster most people saw at first glance.
And that was my window into her heart. She’d proven last night she could be tamed, and she wasn’t as closed off as I thought she was.
Later that evening, I was seated in my study, trying to focus on work—fishing out the mole in my compound—when the front door opened.
“Move!” Luka growled, his voice deep with resentment.
I lifted my head and saw him forcing a man into the room. The victim was dressed in torn clothes, his face was swollen, and his eyes were barely open. He’d been beaten up without mercy and was bleeding on his head.
Luka knocked him down to his knees before my desk and met my gaze. “Boss, we have a mole in our midst.”
That was when I recognized the beat-up man as one of my guards.
Luka stepped forward, his tone calm as always. “I’ve been wondering how the assassins gained access to our security system and how they knew when to attack.”
My eyes narrowed, my curiosity piqued.
“So, I kept an eye out for any shady activity within the guards and the maids because, clearly, that attack was an inside job. Someone had tipped the assassins off.”
Now, he had my full attention.
“I did a little digging, and I found this.” He set a brown envelope on my desk.
I reached out and opened it. There was a burner phone inside.
“Turns out Mikhail here has been communicating with a rival gang. Check the call records and the messages.”
Mikhail, too weak to even speak, just knelt, pleading with his eyes and hands.
I skimmed through the call logs, and I saw more than a few incoming and outgoing calls to and from an unknown number.
“We haven’t traced the number yet. But our team’s on it,” Luka said.
From what I gathered, the calls were made two days before the attack. And even on the very day of the invasion, Mikhail had called the unknown number thirty minutes earlier.
My blood boiled with rage, my fingers curling into a fist. To confirm that this wasn’t just a coincidence and some big misunderstanding, I checked the text messages. The top message was more than enough to convince me. It was sent by Mikhail only ten minutes before the attack.
“It’s time. The coast is clear. Remember no screw ups.” That was the content of the text, and it pissed me off.
Slowly, I rose to my feet, fueling my rage with the thought of Wren’s life being in danger. All because of this fool. I recalled how close she came to death that fateful evening, how terrified she was.
My brows furrowed with deep creases forming between them as I approached him. He sat on his heels, looking up at me like a man who already knew he was as good as dead.
I towered over him, a hand in my pocket. “Who’s the unknown caller?”
He flinched at the sound of my voice and swallowed hard.
“He won’t speak,” Luka said to me.
Without taking my eyes off Mikhail, I added, calm but menacing. “I’ll ask you again: Who’s the unknown caller?”
He shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. Pathetic. How the hell did he make it as one of my guards when he clearly lacked the balls for the job? His tears only infuriated me all the more. I’d met a woman much more courageous than this idiot, and that woman was Wren.
I crouched before him, and usually, I should revel in his fear. But all I felt was disgust for his cowardice. “Who were you texting?” I asked. “Who’s behind the attack?”
He just wept like a child, shaking a fuckin’ leaf.
“Told you he won’t talk,” Luka said, arms across his chest. “He seems to be loyal to whoever he’s working for.”
Enraged by his cowardice and refusal to speak, I reached for the knife sheathed in my waist. Without second thought, I jabbed the blade into Mikhail’s neck.
His eyes widened, and his body shuddered as blood spilled like water.
He fell backward, with a hand over his wound, jerking as he fought for his life.
His struggles ended after a moment, and his body went still. He was dead.
Luka handed me a white handkerchief. I accepted it and wiped the blood off my hand. “Clean this up. And find out how many more moles we have amongst us.”
He nodded.
Just then, an object clanked noisily in the hallway as though someone clumsy had kicked it by accident.
I raised my head and there she was, standing outside the door, shocked to her bones. The door was slightly ajar, and with the fear flickering in her eyes, it was clear that she’d watched the whole thing. At least the part where I killed Mikhail in cold blood.
She stood frozen in place, her chest heaving slowly, hands trembling as she met my gaze. She was horrified, watching me like I was some beast that would rip her to shreds. That look in her eyes fractured something inside me.
Wren locked her jaw, swallowed hard, and walked away without a word.
I didn’t chase after her, even though part of me wanted to. She went through something terrible and might need time to process it. So, it was best to stay away.
She’d come around.
Hopefully.