Page 35 of Valentine's Miracle

My hands are tugging harshly at her waist, snapping her hips back and fucking her small cunt with vigor. The squelching and creaks of the bed is a mess in the room, but it doesn’t drown out the sobs of mercy through a series of powerful thrusts.

“It’s—that’s not—!” she mewls, a mess of crying moans and shuddering whimpers.

She cums, a sudden invasion of her freedom to have any control of her body as her muscles harshly tug at me to keep my cock nestled with too tight of snugness that rips away my ability to breathe.

I’m drowning, drowning in thoughts of Victoria.

I’m close, pounding into her with reckless pummeling and biting the inside of my cheek to just hold on for one more minute. I don’t want it to end. I never want her pussy to let go of my cock.

“Silas, Silas—”

As if she knows where to put down a man like me, my mind draws a blank and I ground my hips to her ass. The softness of her plump ass feels fantastic, but the coy haste of her tight cunt ends the instantiable desire to possess her.

I own her. She’s mine, and nothing in this world can change that fact.

Spurts of thick cum paint her walls with my ownership, claiming her and sinking my claws in her need for freedom. She doesn’t need any of that; she has me to bring her everything.

Flipping her over, she grunts at my rough ministration. I fist my drenched cock, stroking the rest of my cum on her soft stomach and splattering messily on her puffy, red pussy.

I almost fall on top of her as I let go of my sensitive cock, but I’m not done yet. Rubbing my cum on her stomach, brushing across her bellybutton and moving down to slowly bring my thumb on her hard clit.

Her hips jerk away from my touch, and I chase after her, and she moans when she squirms.

A beautiful thing she is. I can’t get enough of watching her pink cheeks become redder as a smaller orgasm washes over her; the sigh of relief paints her state of defeat.

“Don’t leave,” I plea, voice coming out tortured and hurried. “Don’t leave me again.”

She throws her arms around my back, pulling me down to her as my weight knocks the air out of her lungs. She chuckles, shaking her head and kissing the side of my face. I want to look at her face as I lift myself up just a bit, but I also want to be as close to her as possible.

She’s warm, a tingly feeling curls in my stomach and she makes me feel exposed. I’m trying to get used to it because I have been closed-off for so long that I have no sense of security being this open about my emotions.

“I’m not leaving, Silas, and I’m proud of you for bringing this matter to me.” She runs her hand down my spine.

I have learned my lesson, and I would be a fool to make the same mistake again, it’s going to cost me more than another seven years. It might be everlasting if I fuck up one little thing.

“I’m not upset at you reading the files,” she says, blinking away the blurriness in her eyes.

“Fyodor has me looking at those files for a business deal. Every deal comes with numbers, and Fyodor is terrible at math, so he assigned it to me.”

I didn’t know that. I never bothered knowing how the boss runs the company and what’s behind the financial scenes when I need to focus on my job of either protecting or tossing someone down a flight of stairs.

“I’m not sure if your boss had told you this, but he wants his nephew—Fyodor to take over the business.”

Blinking with a spec of bewilderment. There have been rumors of the boss wanting to retire, but no one expected him to pass it on to a nephew that no one has heard of. We didn’t think he even had any family left, but not everyone had put in distant relatives in the mix since he’s more of a recluse.

“We have been trying to get the paper works in order, and there is a lot of numbers moving around.”

“Spain,” I murmur, not that much interested in who’s taking over the company. “You’re still leaving for Spain.”

“For a week, you dummy,” she scowls, pink lips puckering with a squint of her eyes. “The documents need to be signed in front of someone Fyodor trusts, so he asked me to handle it. It’s also because I don’t trust him with numbers when the other party shows him their form of documentation. This is a precautionary move, nothing more.”

Victoria chuckles. “You’re overthinking, Silas. I’m not going anywhere.”

I’m going with her to Spain whether she likes it or not, and neither Sebastian or Fyodor will have a say in that matter. I’ll use my own vacation time to fill in the week where she’s in a foreign country, and like hell, I’ll let that happen.

A single woman going to a foreign place is just asking for trouble. At times, there seem to be more bad people than those who put faith back into humanity, and then there are those in the middle who just mind their own damn business with no intention of helping.

I have another issue that needs to be addressed. The matter of abandonment issue is deeply rooted in me, but with time, I can get rid of it since I have Victoria now.

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