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She exhales, chest heaving. Jesus, that bra looks ready to break around her.
Valentina points at the chair, and I nod. Before I go, I lower my face, crowding her, letting my rage show. I might not use my anger, but I want her to feel it. Let the dark energy wash over her. See what she does to me—and how she controls it.
Because she fucking does. One promise of touching her, and I’m wrestling my anger better than any therapy ever could.
She swallows thickly.
In the chair, legs spread, she hovers over me, biting her thumb. Gently, I take it from her mouth, pressing a small kiss to the digit, erasing her nerves.
“It’s your show,” I whisper. “You lead.”
She signs something to me, but I catch only a word. I’m determined more than ever to learn American Sign Language now.
“Hurt?”
“I’ll never hurt you,” I promise. “Not intentionally. I’ll be gentle and follow your pace.”
Those beautiful eyes cut to the opaque screen, her bottom lip raw. Catching her chin, I force her to me. She needs to see my intentions and understand.
“You’re in control here.” My lips brush hers. “You take what you want.”
If it were up to me, I’d give her all the control. Use me, throw me away, whatever she wants, I’m hers.
Her shoulders drop, and the tension vanishes. Slowly, she’s relaxing with me.
Before I can say anything else, the windows lighten. There’s enough of a haze to tease the senses, but it’s clear the voyeurs can see us. And, fuck, they’ve tripled in number.
Valentina freezes, and I surge forward, digging my hand into her free curls. Locking my lips to hers, I groan as her taste explodes over my tongue. Mint, booze, and something uniquely her. Dragging her closer, I inhale her perfume and sink into the heat of her body.
She shoves me back, glaring down at me, mouth red. My cock jerks at her annoyed glare, and I grin. I’m into bossy Valentina.
Standing upright, she holds a finger to my lips, mouth quirking. Whatever nerves she had are gone. She tilts her head, looking me over, walking around the chair. My skin breaks out into goosebumps as anticipation builds.
The eyes outside the glass no longer exist. I focus on Valentina and her proximity. Her fingers trail over my exposed arms, and I shudder. My body ignites, desire spooling from my gut, begging for more.
Dropping into my lap, she parts her legs, skirt high. I bite back a groan.
“No panties?” I murmur. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Her lips twitch as she fights a cheeky smile. She’s going to push me, drive me insane. Her kink is how far she can take me before I snap.
My hand cups her pussy, locking gazes with her. “This is mine. I’m giving you a free pass tonight. Once this is over, no one else gets to see it. Got it?”
Slipping one finger inside her to drive the point home, her mouth opens. She’s so damn tight; how did my gun get inside her? If she doesn’t relax, this won’t be good for her.
That’s all I want. It’s a painful realization. Fuck losing her virginity in front of a bunch of dickheads, I want her to enjoy it. This moment needs to matter for her—for me, too.
My finger glides through her drenched slit, and she arches back. Legs spread, back bent backward, she’s a wanton exotic being, open for me. My hand holds her hip, and I balance her as I enter another finger.
She moans, and I have to bite my tongue; the sharp pain distracting me from blowing inside my pants. I shake her, forcing her to look at me. “Easy, little bunny. If you make me come before you’re done, that won’t look good for my reputation.”
She laughs, riding my fingers, without a care. This is the Valentina I love—free, unbridled. It’s the best version of her.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, sliding my free hand to her throat. I anchor her to me, feeling her wetness coat my leg. Her pussy flutters around my hand. “If you strangle my cock, it won’t feel good for either of us. I want you to love it. Become addicted to me. Relax.”
She worries her bottom lip as I make her come. It’s a rocket, hitting her so fast that she stumbles. Soaking my fingers, I watch her face and grins as she falls back to Earth. Lifting them to my mouth, I make a show of tasting her.
“So good. What do you want—”
