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“What things?” I ask, my voice trembling with pent up need and from the onslaught of his confession.

Valentine bites down on my bottom lip, not letting go until I hiss in pain as my skin breaks and blood coats the sensitive flesh. “I want to fuck you so hard you can’t walk for days,” he admits as he laps at the blood.

I don’t know what shocks me the most; hearing him say something so vulgar or his dark tone that makes it sound like a menacing promise.

“Then why don’t you?” I ask. When he looks like he’s wrestling with the decision, I wrap my legs around him, pushing my heels into his ass and canting my hips, using my body to urge him to make the right decision. “Please.”

Chapter 30

The Hunter

Perched on my knees, I drink in the sight of Ruby’s naked form sprawled before me. Her vulnerability strikes a chord within me, a potent mix of lust and power. My cock throbs painfully, a testament to my arousal, and I feel the wetness of pre-cum seeping into my boxer briefs.

Studying her, I feel the pull between us, the magnetic force that drew her to me. As I trace her curves with my eyes, I notice the nail-shaped indents on her breasts. I bend down and lick them.

“Did you do that just now?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she smiles, not at all looking bothered by the fact she had to draw blood to have an orgasm.

My mind goes back to when I fucked her in the bathroom and she told me she couldn’t come without pain. I ponder the complex interplay of pleasure and pain that drives her desires. There’s so much to uncover.

“You want more?” I rasp. When she nods, I move to the head of the bed, leaning back against the cold brick wall. My gaze sweeps over her, taking in every detail as she follows me. With every movement, her face scrunches up in pain, but she doesn’t let that stop her.

Her nipples are hard, begging for my touch as she shuffles closer. “Yes,” she whispers. “I want everything with you.”

The words hit me hard, seeping under my skin, through my veins to rest in my heart. This woman… my pet. She makes me think and feel things I never thought myself capable of.

As soon as she’s within reach, I grab her hips and position her between my spread legs, her back pressed against my front. “Throw your legs over mine.”

She doesn’t hesitate to do as I say, immediately moving her legs, and I spread mine wider, exposing her glistening sex. I run my hands up her thighs, feeling the tremble of her muscles beneath my fingertips.

I move my hands back up her body, pinching her nipples hard before rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers. The movement elicits a cry from her. “Valentine!”

Her noises are music to my ears, as is the way she arches her back, seeking more contact. The heat between us is intense, making my own desire surge within me. But I hold back. This is about more than just carnal pleasure.

“Mhmm, you’re so fucking sexy,” I rasp, my voice low and gravelly with desire.

The tension in the air is almost tangible, wrapping around us, pulling us closer. I know she feels it too, it’s visible in the rapid rise and fall of her chest accompanying each shuddering breath as anticipation builds within her.

I move my fingers lower, groaning as I reach her drenched heat. Her cunt clenches around me as I slip a finger into her heat, and I quickly add another, stretching her slightly. Her hips buck, so I use my free hand to hold her down.

“Do you like that?” I ask, my voice a low purr. “Do you like the way I touch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, Valentine, please…”

Her begging sends a thrill through me, causing my cock to throb in response. But I ignore it, focusing on the task at hand. I want to understand her better. I won’t be satisfied, sated, until I know exactly what makes her tick.

Myfingers move faster, and I groan at the feeling of her inner walls fluttering around me. Her moans get louder as her head falls back against my shoulder, her eyes closed in pleasure. Bending my neck, I latch on to the place where she already carries my mark.

“Tell me, Pet,” I rasp. “Why do you need pain to have an orgasm?”

“W-what?” She stutters the word around a moan.

Not wanting to reward the lack of a proper answer, I stop moving, keeping my fingers inside her tight channel. “Why do you need pain?”

“I-I don’t know.” I make a sound of disapproval, and as soon as she registers it, she flinches as though she doesn’t like it. “It’s always been that way. Ever since… since my first year of marriage to Michael. When it happens, I feel something real, something sharp. It cuts through everything else, all the noise in my head. I need it to… ground me.”

While I absorb her whispered confession, I curl my fingers against her inner walls. “I want to knowwhy,” I rumble.

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