Chapter 18 – Val #2
She let out a sarcastic laugh, her hands flailing wildly. “Wow, you’re really doing such a fantastic job at that, now aren’t you?”
“You’re still alive,” I said, as calm as I could be.
“You’re just saying that so you’ll somehow feel less guilty for putting me in danger!” she yelled, throwing her arms around in frustration.
“I’m trying here, Wren.”
“Bullshit!” she lashed out. “The only reason you have to even ‘try’”—she air-quoted the word—“is because you’re the reason why I’m in this mess in the first place!”
I was still calm, even though by now, anger was starting to brew within me.
“I curse the day our paths crossed because ever since you walked into my life, everything sucks!” she yelled in my face.
Wren let out a frustrated groan and began pacing back and forth. She was complaining bitterly about how she’d had to survive an attempt on her life twice and how I was the cause of all her misfortune.
I rose to my feet, struggling to hold back my anger. “You think this is easy for me?” My voice was higher than I intended for it to be.
She paused, watching me, a bit shocked by my response.
I continued, “Hating me is one thing. Being in danger because of me…that’s an entirely different thing altogether.” I drew closer. “I might be a monster, Wren, but I do not enjoy watching you suffer.”
Her chest heaved subtly, anger still flashing in her eyes as she backed away.
“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done to protect you.”
“This is where you always miss the point, Val.” She pushed against my chest. “I wouldn’t need protection if it wasn’t for you!”
“What do you want me to say, that I’m sorry?!” I snapped, losing my temper, my hands gripping her shoulders. “Well, newsflash, I’m not.”
She flinched at the sound of my voice and the firmness of my hold. Not too tight. Not too loose. Just enough to hold her in place.
“I am not sorry that our paths crossed. I am not sorry that you belong to me.”
She shook her head, seething with blazing eyes. “I don’t belong to you!” she shot back, knocking my hands off her shoulders. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some piece of property that you own.”
I grabbed her wrist as she turned around to walk away. “Where do you think you’re going?” I pulled her to myself.
“Let go of me!” She shoved me back.
I lifted her in the air and pressed her back against the wall. Not out of cruelty. But to stop her from spiraling. Shocked by how quickly she was at my mercy, her lips parted, but no words came forth.
I raised both her hands above her head, trapped them beneath mine, and leaned in. She stared into my eyes but didn’t struggle; she just stood there in silence, seething. I placed a finger on her mouth, her skin soft beneath my touch.
Seconds later, all that anger began fading gradually, replaced by a kind of stillness that revealed the hunger we’d both been hiding. Her breath was warm against my face, her eyes boring into mine.
“Rage is like a wildfire, Wren,” I whispered. “It can consume you if not controlled.” My gaze dropped to the skin above her enticing breasts, smooth and glistening.
She didn’t respond, just stared at me.
Her chest was rising and falling.
Not from anger.
No.
From something else.
Something darker.
Desire, perhaps.
I noticed the hardness of her nipples from behind the fabric of the oversized T-shirt that hung loosely over her body.
My eyes dipped, and my cock swelled in my pants at the sight of her alluring thighs. Heat spread across my body, and I could almost swear that I heard the sound of her racing heart. I looked up at her face, and beneath the anger was a glimpse of yearning.
Our eyes locked, the sexual tension building between us with each passing second. Her breathing was erratic, hinting at the longing she was trying so hard to mask.
Kiss her, a voice whispered in my head.
What if she didn’t kiss me back? What if she pushed me away?
Fuck it.
I damned the consequences and claimed those cherry lips. She stood still at first, and just when I was about to pull away, she kissed me back.
It was hot, fervent, and pretty rough.
Tongues invaded our mouths, and with my free hand, I fondled those breasts, squeezing them like a hungry beast. She devoured my lips, stealing the breath from my lungs. My hand dipped and settled between her legs, the hem of her shirt riding up.
My lips muffled her moans when I slid my hand under her panties and began fingering her pussy. I freed her hands trapped above her head and broke the kiss so she’d moan out loud. And she did just that. Her hands dropped to my waist, fingers hurriedly unbuttoning my pants and pulling down my zipper.
I squeezed her breasts while simultaneously fingering her cunt. Her body trembled against me as she withdrew my cock, stroking it wildly. A deep groan escaped me, and I tugged her panties down to her knees. I pushed my finger back inside her—this time two of them, given how wet she was.
A soft cry spilled from her lips.
Fresh out of patience, I yanked the panties off completely and raised her left leg. She drew me closer, inserting my cock in through her slippery entrance as a throaty moan fell from her mouth.
I pushed deeper, my thrusts hard and relentless as I fucked her with vigorous strokes. Her back arched against the wall, nipples peaking from behind her shirt. She writhed beneath me, fingers digging into my shoulders the more I drove into her.
I held up her left leg in the air while my waist ground against hers. Her breaths came in short gasps as I plunged into her over and over again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me tightly, as if anchoring herself to reality.
My free hand found her neck and pushed her back, enough to look at her face, contorted in pleasure. She lifted her chin so I’d choke her. And I did. Her eyes rolled backward the deeper I shoved myself into her. My hips collided with hers, wild and free.
I watched her face, basking in the sexy expression she wore. She bit her lip seductively, and the sight alone fanned the flame of desire burning within me. I rocked into her. Harder. Faster.
I didn’t stop even as her moans grew louder.
I kept pounding into her, hammering her pussy with unrelenting force.
With my fingers wrapped around her neck, I leaned in and claimed those lips again, sealing her moans with a kiss so hot it left us breathless.
I didn’t realize how much I craved her—how much I’d been starving—until now.
The sex was raw, rough, and fast-paced. And so it ended as quickly as it started.
I pushed inside her with a primal growl that shook my legs and curled my toes. Seconds later, I exploded inside her, filling her up with my essence. I almost forgot just how sweet she was.
There was no way that I was going to let her go. Wren was mine, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
We stared into each other’s eyes in silence, both gasping for air, weak from the release.
I pulled out of her pussy and lowered her leg.
Quietly, she smoothed her palms over her shirt and stepped away from me.
Her bare feet made no sound on the marble floor as she walked back to the bed and slipped underneath the sheets.
I turned around and faced her, fingers pulling up the zipper of my pants.
Although neither of us said a word, we both felt the shift in the atmosphere.
This was the second time we were fucking in the middle of a heated argument.
It was clear that despite our differences, we were drawn to each other.
She was attracted to me as much as I was attracted to her. The feeling was mutual and more evident when we had sex.
As the silence stretched on, we knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Sooner or later, we’d have to stop all this hide and seek and face our feelings like two grown adults.
I was up for that. But clearly, she wasn’t, and given the circumstances of things at the moment, I could understand her hesitation.