Page 78 of Hunted By Valentine

“But I don’t know,” she cries.

I know why, and she does as well. She just hasn’t connected the dots yet. “Think, Pet,” I coo. “Think back to what you’ve learned in my class and tell me why.”

She shudders when I sloppily lick the span of her shoulder. Just as I’m about to give her another hint, she sags against me.

“Because I’m b-broken,” she almost screams. “Is that what you want to hear? That I’m fucking broken.”

Anger flares to life inside me, and it takes everything to hold it back. Mostly because I’m not sure what stirred it. The fact she is broken and not by my hands? Or because she’s saying it like it’s a get-out-of-jail free card that covers everything?

Or… maybe it’s because hearing that feels wrong, even when it comes from her. Because she’s not broken.

Tilting my head, I let my lips brush against the shell of her ear. “Is that what you are?” I ask, keeping my tone level. “A broken toy?”

“I feel like I am,” she whispers. “Like I need something twisted just to feel normal.”

Now this I can work with. Ruby might not realize it, but the fact that she isn’t crying and saying what she just did, proves she’s still in there. That she’s more than just a vessel. If she was truly broken, she wouldn’t have any self reflection or worth, but she does.

“You’re conditioned,” I correct. “Conditioned to think pain is the only way to feel. But that’s not the truth. It’s what’s been forced on you. I can help you rewrite that.”

“Conditioned,” she echoes, and right now, as she uses the same tone as she does when she answers one of my questions at Holloway, I’m annoyed that this position doesn’t allow me to see her face.

“An escapism of sorts,” I rasp as I begin to move my fingers again. “When all you feel is different versions and levels of pain, it’s all too easy to teach yourself ways to find pleasure in it.”

“Oh!”

Knowing that she’ll need a few moments to process what I just said, I don’t break the silence. I sit completely still, not moving a muscle until she speaks again.

“So… I’m not broken?” she asks, hope lilting her words.

“Of course not,” I rush out, wanting to reassure her. “In fact, it proves how strong you are.”

She hums.

I flex my fingers inside her, my cock jerks in my briefs and it takes everything in me not to throw her down on her back and sink into her heat.

“Tell me, Pet, what’s your darkest fantasy?”

At my question, she lets out a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a laugh.

“Tell me,” I repeat in a seductive whisper. At the same time, I slide my fingers in and out of her pussy, loving the way her walls flutter around my fingers as though they want to keep me inside her. “There’s power in saying things out loud. In not letting it own you by shying away from it.”

“Valentine,” she moans, rocking her hips against my hand.

Her inner walls squeeze around my fingers and her breathing intensifies. Her moans sound obscenely loud, as does the squelching sounds from her wet hole. I know she’s close, and so am I. I’m seconds from coming in my briefs like an adolescent.

“Tell me how you fantasize about it happening, Pet,” I growl.

She inhales, her breath shuddering. “I-I don’t know,” she cries out. “I want to… fine. Shit. I want to be chased, to be…” Pausing, she swallows audibly, throwing her head back. “… I want to behunted.”

There’s something in the way she says the word that makes it sound like it has a double meaning.

“Hunted?” I groan out the question and move the hand between her creamy thighs faster, faster, so fast her entire body jerks every time the heel of my hand connects with her clit.

A scenario starts to form in my head, one that makes my cock and balls ache for release. Ruby running from me in the forest around the cabin. Hunting her down, but not to kill, to fuck.

I grit my teeth and will myself to keep my hips still as I slide my other hand between her legs. Without slowing the pace with which my fingers piston in and out of her heat, I dig the nails on my free hand into her inner thigh. Ruthlessly, I squeeze until she lets out a startled yelp that quickly morphs into a cry filled with pleasure.

“Come for me, Pet. Now!” I growl.

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