10. Valentin
CHAPTER TEN
VALENTIN
An alpha wolf always maintains a watchful eye on its prey, sensing any weakness. Relying on the elements of surprise, I had set a trap for my Krasotka, and she fell right into it, sneaking into my party.
But I realize now that tricking her into coming tonight was a mistake.
As soon as I entered the room and caught sight of her, even obscured by that alluring black mask that hid her eyes, I understood quite how seriously I’d miscalculated.
As I watched her talk to Ivy, I realized I couldn’t let Ivy find out that it was Lexi behind the mask. If she did, she would immediately rush over to Nikolai and tell him that the girl who had kidnapped me was here. He would kill her before I ever had a chance to say goodbye.
So, in a moment of blind panic, I hurried over and invited her to dance. Unfortunately, that turned out to be my second blunder of the evening.
The moment she was in my arms, I lost all sense of reality, not even recognizing myself.
Her body felt incredible, pulling me into a blissful oblivion, so captivated that I completely forgot where I was until it was too late.
Every pair of eyes in the room was now firmly fixed on us, questioning what kind of spell she must have cast upon my heart to make me brave enough to dance with her in a room full of organized crime leaders.
I had unwittingly made my Krasotka the talk of the evening, and everyone wanted to know who she was.
Then I committed the biggest mistake of the night, kissing her in front of everyone. What on earth was I thinking? The truth is, I wasn’t thinking at all.
Panic flickered in her eyes as my lips brushed against hers.
A fire of curiosity ignited within me, and I refused to hold back. I’m the Brigadier, after all, so I confidently declared that she was mine.
Surprisingly, at this news, she pressed her waist against my rock hard cock and said the only words I wanted to hear on my birthday. “Yes, Daddy!” At that moment, I lost control, ready to dive deeper into the chaotic web in which I found myself entangled.
Her hand trembles in mine as we rush through the ballroom, the music fading behind us. She stumbles slightly, caught in a whirlwind of excitement and nerves, but I keep moving, weaving past the crowd of partygoers, tuning out their curious stares and whispers.
My heart races in my chest, the undeniable connection between the two of us igniting alarm bells in my mind, ringing loud and clear.
Once in the elevator alone, I slam her against the wall, making all her breath punch out of her lungs. “Krasotka, you’ve been a bad girl,” I growl in her ear. “A very, very bad girl.”
“You’re the one who kissed me in front of everyone,” she says, a smile on her lips.
I press my hands against the wall on both sides of her face, edging closer, deliberately invading her space. My cock pushes against my slacks, feeling the heat of her proximity. I lean down, my lips grazing hers in a teasing, not-quite kiss. “You’ll be punished for making me kiss you.”
I press my lips fiercely against hers, feeling her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Every part of my body craves her, as if I’m trying to break through every barrier and consume her from the inside out.
But then, the door swings open, and I tease her lower lip with my teeth before pulling back. I pull her into the penthouse, slam her against the wall, and kiss her again, this time with a burning intensity. I part her legs just enough for her to slide her thigh between mine.
Her fingers trail over my suit. Slowly, she removes my jacket and unbuttons my shirt one button at a time. “Valentin,” she says, her teeth grazing my lower lip.
God help me. I think I’m losing my mind!
I love the sound of my name on her lips. My desire swells, and I bite back a growl. “Krasotka, I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Her eyes gleam, and a slight smirk touches her lips at the thought.
I kiss her again, drawing us both into the bedroom now. She whimpers against my mouth, and her fingers tighten around my belt as we stumble together, inseparably, into the room.
As we reach the bed, I throw her onto it, pausing to take in the beauty of her figure. “Come here,” I whisper, reaching for her ankle and yanking her toward me, until she tumbles off the edge. A playful squeak of protest escapes her.
I slip off her heels, allowing them to fall to the floor.
Then, my fingers grasp the hem of her dress to lift it over her head. She isn’t wearing any underwear. I gaze at her hairless pussy with a hungry stare. “That’s pretty.” I pull the dress past her lace black bra and toss it aside before unbuckling her bra.
“Krasotka, you are absolutely beautiful,” I whisper, looking down at her.
Her curves are so soft and lush, and her breasts are a thing of beauty. Pink engorged nipples, enticing and inviting, seem to call out for my mouth. Driven by desire, I lean down and take one gently between my lips.
My hand glides down her stomach until I reach between her thighs. I touch her clit with my finger, twitching it.
She lets out a moan of pleasure that rings in my ears, settling in my chest.
Standing over her, my knees rest on the mattress. “Did you bring me a birthday present?”
She props herself up on her elbow, a playful smile on her lips as she teasingly bites her finger. With her legs lifted, she parts her knees, blatantly offering herself to me.
I unbuckle my belt, holding the strap tightly in my grip as I loosen my pants, allowing them to drop to the ground.
“Come,” I command, gesturing to the edge of the bed before me. She sits up straight, her arms relaxed at her sides and her hands resting on her thighs.
I take the belt and wrap it around her neck, her throat bobbing when I tighten my grip. She licks her lips, gazing up at me with a look that promises to obey.
“I want you just like that. Open wide for Daddy now.”
I hold her chin, squeezing her cheeks, and force her mouth to open. Placing the tip of my cock on her bottom lip, I smear my precum on her before releasing her face, the belt still in my hand, the leather wrapped around my knuckles. “Suck.”
She starts slowly, her tongue flicking out to trace the tip, warm breath causing my cock to twitch with excitement, and I let out a groan, tipping my head back as she swirls her tongue around the head. She leaves a wet trail, dragging her tongue down my underside.
Her lips part, and she takes all of me in, inch by inch, her mouth warm and tight. She sucks me, her cheeks hollowing as she works me deeper, both hands still placed on her thigh.
Then comes a surprise, her tongue darting lower, lapping at my balls with slow, deliberate licks. The sensation is electric, driving me wild, and my core tenses. “Fuck, that’s so good, Lexi!”
I feel myself swelling in her mouth, saliva and drool starting to trickle down her chin. I wipe it with my finger across her skin. I somehow pull out a few times, allowing her jaw to take a break. “Good girl,” I say softly.
She sucks my cock, wet, sloppy, my hard cock ramming into her mouth.
My balls tighten and my entire body tenses.
“Krasotka!” I groan, filling her mouth with my warm cum.
I pull away and grip my shaft, stroking hard as her tongue flicks the base of my head.
I shoot three more ropes, the first two across her face and the final one claiming both her tits.
“Don’t swallow,” I say, realizing she’s holding my cum in her mouth. “Open your slutty little mouth, sweetheart.”
She obeys, showing me my load.
“And the rest, love.”
She scoops the cum on her tits and adds it to her already overflowing mouth. I admire my messy slut and smear all my load around her face, reveling in the sticky mess I have just created on her skin. Sticking my finger in her mouth, I swirl it around, my balls tightening when she gasps.
I tap her cheek with my hand, and she obediently swallows.
“It will be a great pity to waste this mouth when you’re dead.” I lean down and taste my salty cum on her lips.
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to her, I gently pat my knee. She shifts to sit on my thigh, but I raise a finger to signal her to pause and adjust her position.
“Lexi, you’ve been a bad girl, making me lose myself in front of all my party guests.” I scold her like she’s a little girl. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?”
She shakes her head slowly, her trembling breath is the only sound in the room.
“You’re about to find out,” I laugh, releasing the belt from around her neck.
She’s face down, her ass high in the air over my left thigh. I lightly drag my fingers, first down one side of her back, then the other. She moans at the contact, arching her back toward my fingers. I then move them across each curve, and she tenses, sensing what’s about to come next.
I raise the leather belt in my hand and swiftly swat her ass cheeks.
She cries out and hunches forward, trying to avoid the blows.
Her ass is red, her skin burning from the sting. As I’m soothing her skin with my hand, my fingers slip between her legs, feeling her wetness.
“Relax, that was just the warm-up.”