I need to punish her for the temptation she is, for making me doubt my decisions, for making me want things I have no place wanting, and for making me do things I’ve never done before.
I wrap my hand around her waist and press her into me. My body aches for hers. I need to have her. I want her so badly, now more than ever. I lift her from the floor, carry her to the desk, and lay her on her back. I pull my lips from hers and place my forehead against hers. “I need you. Tell me I can have you,” I beg. I hurt her last time, hurt her feelings, so I need her approval, both for her and for me.
Her eyes soften. “You can have me, Gabriel.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I attack her with kisses, following the path from her face down her neck, where I kiss, suck, and bite her. The animalistic urge inside doesn’t want to take it slowly. It has been days since our fight left me with a build-up of tension; only having my cock inside her can release it. I kiss between her breasts as I pull down on her dress until her tits spill in my face.
“I fucking missed this,” I say as I grab them and give each one the attention needed. I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the desk, my bloody hand exploring the skin of her legs up to her pussy. “I also missed your sweet cunt,” I say as I cup it in my hand. I search for the edge of her panties, and I can’t find them.
“They’re attached,” she breathes out.
“Fucking dress. I now know why I hate it.” I pull a knife from my pocket and carefully place the blade at her pussy. I cut the thing off her. “Perfect,” I say before I lower my head between her legs and lose myself, licking, sucking, and bruising her thighs, marking them. Valentina’s hands pull on my hair as she presses her cunt into my mouth, moaning.
“Please. I need to come.”
I lift my head and smirk when she groans. “You're only coming on my cock,” I say and unbutton my pants before I sink deep into her. “Fuck!” I curse as her muscles squeeze my dick. I stop for a second before I keep moving in and out. I wrap my hand around her throat, and this time, my eyes never leave hers as I fuck her. A promise to myself, to her. That this can work, that I can surrender and accept whatever feelings I have toward her. A chance for us, for whatever this is, to be real.
Valentina closes her eyes, her back arching as she tightens her legs around me, her cunt squeezing my cock as it pulsates inside her as she comes. In that moment, I let go to fill her with my cum.
I stay inside her until she looks at me. “I will ask you once and only once. I need full transparency. No more games, and no more escaping. Just let us move forward. Can we do that?”
She inspects me from under her eyelashes. Her green eyes shine with anticipation. “Yes, we can. But transparency goes both ways, Gabriel.”
I close my eyes, my shoulder falling from the weight I held. I open my eyes and smile as I look directly into her eyes before promising her that I will make things work out.
twenty-seven
Valentina
I kick the bag and try to focus on training instead of letting my mind space out as I think of the events of the last week and how everything changed.
Something happened that night at the gala.
The dynamic snapped into something new.
The way his hands traced my skin, that night and every night after, his gaze locked on mine, no longer distant, but present as we made love. It felt beyond sex. At times, it felt like lovemaking and not just our bodies moving.
He doesn’t leave the bed first thing in the morning like he used to, no excuses. Just us. Sometimes, I think I’m dreaming, but then I pinch myself and prove I’m not.
Waking up with his mouth or his cock between my legs is one of my favorite parts of the day. My second favorite part is watching him make us a meal when he’s only wearing his joggers.
I wince when I lose my footing because, of course, I’m daydreaming. I take a break and wipe the sweat from myforehead before I take a sip of my water. I need to focus, and I can’t do that alone. I’ve had enough of warming up. I need to find Boris to do pad work in the ring. My eyes catch him with two people I’ve never seen before, and like I summon them, they walk in my direction.
I sense the tension before Boris even opens his mouth. “This is the boxer I told you about. Valentina.” He smiles sheepishly.
“This is her? She looks weak,” a woman says as her blue eyes size me up. She looks vaguely familiar. Her long blonde hair is in perfect side braids, and her eyebrows hitch up as her obviously enhanced lips curve in amusement. I inspect her face, but I can’t remember where I know her from.
I raise an eyebrow. Yeah, I get why she thinks I look weak. Where her body is muscled and defined, mine carries strength and resilience, toned but not defined. Nevertheless, I train my ass off here, and I don’t care about other people’s opinions.
“Naomi, what did I say? Patience. We don’t know that yet. We need to give it a try,” the newcomer, whose name I don’t know, says.
I’ve had enough of them speaking like I’m not here. “Who are you?”
The man chuckles and extends his hand to me. “Victor, and this is Naomi. We’re interested in training with you.”
I look over at Boris. Remorse fills his face, and when I try to catch his eyes, he avoids looking at me. I guess I’m alone in this.
I throw a questioning look at Victor. “Why would you want to train with me? And who exactly are you?”
