“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.
fourteen
Valentina
Sore.
Blissfully sore.
That’s how I feel. I smile into my pillow, the cotton soft against my cheek as I inhale the spicy scent with a hint of leather and recall the events of last night. I never had any expectations of what it would be like having sex for the first time, not after I wanted so much to get it over with to the point of faking it the night I first met Gabriel. I pretended to have experience, when the only experience I had was my hand. But the fucking fest from tonight was not on my list.
Nothing that happened tonight was on my list.
I move and wince. If I didn’t have to pee, I would have stayed in bed. I look beside me, but I already know Gabriel isn't in bed. Part of me feels disappointed, but the other part is telling me that he must have had a reason not to be in bed the morning after our wedding.
I sit up, and relief washes over me when I see a glass of water with a white pill, probably a painkiller, and a note lying beside it.
Didn’t want to wake you; you need a good rest. Take a long, hot bath when you get up; it will help with the soreness. I’ll be back after my training.
I smile at the gesture, still not getting why I would need pills. I realize after I stand and walk a few steps.
The soreness between my legs transforms into pain, and there is a pressure in my stomach demanding release. I wince when I sit to relieve myself and wince again when my skin burns from peeing. Now I know why I need that pill and a warm bath.
Footsteps wake me from my daze, and I peek one eye open. Gray sweatpants and a black shirt fit Gabriel perfectly. My core tingles, and I close my eyes again. I can’t. No, I need a break; I need to think about an ugly, bearded old man with a beer belly and yellow teeth.
“How are you feeling?” Gabriel’s voice sends shivers through my body, and no amount of hot water can cover that.
“Fine,” I say with my eyes still closed.
“Just fine?”
