Page 102 of Hunted By Valentine

A sob escapes her. “I’m not… not really,” she cries into my mouth.

Grabbing her hips, I flip us around so she’s on her back and I’m hovering above her. She wraps her long legs around me, digging her heels into my ass. “You are,” I growl. “And I won’t let anyone say otherwise, not even you, Pet.”

I fist the base of my cock and position it between her swollen lips. Then I push all the way back into her heat, groaning when her inner walls flutter around me. “Valentine,” she moans. “Yes. Don’t… don’t stop.”

Now that I have her under me, and she’s wearing my mark that—even in its rawest form, freshly seared into her—looks sexy as sin on her skin, I have no intention of stopping. “I won’t,” I promise.

Her nails rake down my back, blazing trails of sensation that make me hiss through my teeth. “God, Ruby,” I murmur into her neck, kissing the flushed skin there. She shudders when I nip at her, her body arching up to meet mine.

“Yes… oh. yes…” Her cries are getting louder now, more urgent. Her muscles tense and clench around me, pulling me deeper and deeper into her heat. “Please… Valentine…”

I brace myself on one arm, using the other hand to grab her ass and tilt her hips up. It changes the angle just enough so that every thrust rubs right against her clit. I bring my hand up to grasp her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes.

“I want to see your face when you come on my cock again,” I tell her, my voice raw with need.

Her eyes flutter open and lock onto mine, pupils blown wide with lust. Her lips part in a silent scream as I angle my hips to hit that spot deep inside her, the one that makes her tremble and keen. “Valentine… oh God…”

“Don’t call out to him,” I smirk. “He has nothing to do with it.”

I can feel her getting close again, her inner walls clenching around me tighter, even more erratic. I feel like I’m losing myself in her. The way she moves, the way she sounds—it’s intoxicating. I grip her hips harder, pulling her into each thrust, making sure she feels every inch of me.

“You’re mine,” I growl into her neck before biting down on her pulse point.

The effect is immediate; she explodes around me, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her scream pierces the room, a mix of pain and ecstasy as she clutches at me like I’m the only thing grounding her.

The tightness, the heat—it’s too much. I teeter on the edge, fighting to hold back, to prolong this moment just a little longer. I want to burn her into my memory, every gasp, every cry, every desperate clawing of her nails. But it’s a losing fight; her release triggers mine, and I thrust deep, pouring every ounce of my desire into her.

“Goddamn, Ruby,” I growl as I shoot my cum deep inside her. “You’re going to be my undoing.”

“Valentine,” she breathes when she can find her voice again. It’s softer now, more tender, but still filled with that insatiable need. She runs a hand through my hair, pulling my face up from her neck to meet her gaze. Her eyes are a storm of emotions: lust, surrender, something deeper that I don’t dare name. “I know you don’t love me. But I still want you to know that I love you. It’s… I tried not to, okay? I’m not able to stop it, and I don’t want to.”

“Ruby—”

She shakes her head, smiling sadly. “I don’t expect anything in return. I just want you to know.”

Before I can gather my thoughts enough to tell her that whatever I feel for her is as close as I’ll ever get to love, she claims my lips.

Her tongue delves into my mouth with a fierce tenderness that takes me by surprise. It’s not just another kiss; it’s a plea, a declaration, a last-ditch effort to show me what she just told me.

When she finally pulls away, we’re both breathless. She studies my face, searching for something. Maybe a promise, maybe an acknowledgment. I don’t know.

“Pet,” I rasp. “If I were capable of love, I would feel it for you. You would be the one I’d whisper it to at night before going to sleep. I would make sure to tell you each and every day. But that’s just not me.”

She nods. “I told you I didn’t expect you to say anything,” she says, giving me a sad smile.

All I can do is look back at her, hating that I can’t say the words back to her. I’m curious to know where that would take us, and if maybe I could feel that way if I trained myself for it.

“It’s time to take care of him,” she suddenly says, pointing at Michael over my shoulder. She sounds more closed off now, which makes me think she’s disappointed she didn’t find what she wanted in my expression.

Nodding slowly, I lean back, taking her hand so I can pull her up with me. “I want to clean your mark first,” I rasp, licking my lips as I watch my Hunter mark on her skin.

It looks amazing, and I can’t wait for it to scab so I can kiss it without worrying about infection. I once again get the antiseptic, slowly cleaning the burn. She flinches and whimpers every time I touch it.

“I’ll buy a spray instead. That way, I don’t have to touch it.”

Ruby doesn’t even acknowledge my words, her eyes are firmly on Michael. He’s still propped up against the couch, and his eyes are still open. I wonder if she already knows how she wants to kill him, if she’s going to make him suffer for hours or…

“I’m going to slit your throat,” she says, still looking at her husband. Her tone is monotone, like she’s discussing the weather and not revealing how she’s going to end his miserable life.

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