Page 34 of Valentine's Miracle

Chapter Ten

Silas

I should have known. I have never been lucky in my life, nothing works in my favor, and it sure as hell isn’t going to start now.

Just when I had my Victoria back in my life again, she’s going to be ripped from my arms again.

Unacceptable. I will not allow that to happen. I will do whatever it takes to keep her with me. whether it is through restraints or violence, I’m not above using despicable methods.

I would never guilt her into staying with me, but if it comes to that, she’ll have to understand why I’m going to rip the wings off her back, securing her future on the ground with me.

Slamming the folder shut, my eyes bleed red as shortness of breath lingers in my lungs. I need to get a hold on myself. This will not be a repetition of history. We have to talk, it’s the first step in getting to the truth, and I’ll listen no matter how ugly the truth is.

Victoria groans from the bed, groggily waking up from her sleep as the sunlight peers through the curtains. I stalk up to her as she’s still unaware of the approaching dangers of me; she purely smiles and greets me with such a pretty smile that my cock jerks in attention.

I yank the blankets off her naked body; her plump ass and the sweet curve of her spine cause my mouth to dry. Her delicate body has been marked by my hands and my teeth. Some have darker marks than others because it’s in various stages of repetition.

I wanted the marks to stay and to show everyone she belongs to me, and time will tell how good that tactic works.

“Silas?” she murmurs, rubbing her face on the pillow. “Why’re you up early?”

Her body emits a tantalizing arch, and it calls for me, luring me into a trance as I fit my hands on the side of her body. She twitches, softly laughing and closing her arms to trap my hands.

“You’re leaving again.” It’s not an accusation, but rather a statement. There is no truth or false in anything else other than a sentence needing to be validated.

“What?” she murmurs, tired and whining as I pull her hips up.

My cock nuzzles in the cleft of her ass, rocking and slicking my cock with the wet cum dripping from her reddened hole. She still has a lot of my cum in her pussy, but it’s been leaking on the bed during the night, and that won’t do.

She should be full of me.

“W-wait, I’m sore—”

My chest rises and sinks viciously when she tumbles on her elbows, swallowing my cock with her greedy pussy on her own volition. Scorching heat surrounds my cock; something ripples through my veins as she cries with a floaty shudder.

It’s grounding, almost maddeningly poisonous as she shakes. A surreal kind of warm chokes my heart, the gentleness of her shivers goes calm while she murmurs.

“It’s so big—I can feel everything.”

I never believed I ever had the ability to hold myself together with her, nor did I ever lose the faith that once fueled my desire to hate her. I love her so much that to make the pain less, I blamed her and I choose to wallow in my hatred for what she had done to me.

I could never hate her. I have been a liar for seven years, and the abundant of disbelief explores the memories with ridicule.

Victoria is home. She is the love of my life, and I have been a wandering stray waiting to go home, but the deteriorating self-pity looks for another home that’s considered decent.

It’s not good, nor has it ever been great. Not a single moment in those seven years was warm; not even Sebastian could fill that gaping void in me when she left.

“Victoria,” I growl her name, deepening my baritone to shake loose her debauched state.

My thumbs draw lazy circles on her waist, slowly fucking her tiny cunt as she wiggles to make me balls-deep with a breathy sigh.

“You’re leaving again,” I repeat the earlier statement. I keep my tone neutral, I don’t want this to trigger that past event, and I want to be able to make her stay.

“I’m not,” she moans, rocking her hips back and meeting my slow thrusts.

“The file,” I say, admitting to a crime that I shouldn’t have been doing. I snapped like a damn gossiping man, but the manila-colored files had compelled me to do it. “I saw it. You’re leaving for Spain.”

I withdraw slowly from the tightness of her cunt, watching strings of cum drenching my cock while the tip stays firmly inside. The stretch is obscenely filthy, borderline immoral at how her small hole is able to wrap around my thickness all while pulsing for more.

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