Page 81 of Hunted By Valentine

The cold metal of something is pressed against my throat, sending a shudder down my spine as the man slowly moves it down my body, circling my areolas until I whimper. Whether it’s from fear or want, I don’t know.

“Such delicate skin,” he murmurs, adding pressure. I let out a whimper as the skin breaks, and I feel the warmth of my blood pebbling from where he pushes the metal further in.

Much to my own surprise, and disgust with myself, I moan loudly.

He continues to slowly trace the sharp tip of the weapon along the soft skin of my stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I let out another moan, softer this time. My body betrays me with its involuntary response to the mix of pleasure and pain.

There’s a nagging at the back of my mind, like my subconsciousness is trying to tell me something. But I can’t focus on that right now.

“Don’t. N-no. Please…” I whimper, my voice barely audible as I try to muster some semblance of courage.

“Are you begging for more?” he taunts, his deep voice echoing through the silent forest. He moves the metal lower, grazing the sensitive flesh of my mound, causing me to gasp and arch my back involuntarily. “Or are you begging to be fucked?” His words send a jolt of both fear and intrigue through me, but the desire that flickers within me is quickly overshadowed by a surge of determination.

“Never,” I grit out. “I won’t be your plaything.”

“Is that so?” he drawls, his tone dripping with mockery. I feel him moving, hearing the soft ruffles of fabric. “We’ll see about that.”

My stomach twists with a mixture of dread and curiosity as I realize he must be undressing. I gather every ounce of strength left in my battered body, and attempt to kick him.

But my efforts are futile; he easily catches my legs, pinning them down. The sensation of being held down by him, combined with the cold snow beneath me, only heightens my fear and vulnerability.

“Such a feisty little thing,” he murmurs, clearly amused by my resistance. “I can’t wait to make you scream my name.”

And as he positions himself between my trembling legs, rubbing the tip of his erection against my opening, I know that no matter how much I fight, my fate is sealed with this dangerous, possessive man who has ensnared me in his dark web.

Even though I’m wet, a searing pain shoots through me as the stranger penetrates me, my body tensing in shock as he forces himself inside. I let out a gasp, a mix of agony and unexpected pleasure coursing through me at the intensity of it all.

My legs are thrown over his shoulders, leaving me exposed to him in every way possible. As he begins to thrust into me, he removes the blindfold from my eyes. I blink frantically, and it takes me a few moments to gather my bearings. But when I do…

“Valentine?” I choke out, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My mind races with confusing thoughts and emotions.

Why? I don’t understand.

Wait… is this because… oh God, I told him, didn’t I? Told him that I want to be hunted.

“Surprised, Pet?” Valentine taunts. His voice still sounds off, nothing like what I’m used to.

“Why do you sound like that?” I ask like that’s the most important thing right now.

With a chuckle he reaches into the pocket of his pants and pulls his phone out. Holding it toward me, he shows me the ‘Any Voice’ app, while simultaneously removing an earbud from his ear. Of course. So brilliantly simple, yet so terrifying for those on the other end.

“You were worried about me,” he says, his eyes flashing with something akin to pride.

“Y-yes,” I stammer.

When I woke up, concern for him was my first thought. And even though I now know there was nothing to be worried about, I don’t regret it. Valentine is my… lifeline. Without him, I’m nothing. So yes, I’ll hurt anyone if they try to take him away from me, and I’ll protect him from anyone who wishes to harm him.

I don’t know where those thoughts come from, only that they’re true. That’s a lie, I know exactly why I’m having those thoughts. I… love him. I shouldn’t, and I’m pretty sure nothing good can come from it. But that doesn’t change the truth of my feelings for him.

Oblivious to my revelation, Valentine continues to thrust into me. His groans fill my ears, mingling with my own moans as he takes me, claiming my body as his own. “Tell me how it feels to live your fantasy, Pet,” he demands, his gaze locked onto mine as if daring me to defy him. “Tell me how good it feels to have me inside you.”

There’s no way mere words can give justice to any descriptor of what it feels like to have Valentine inside me. It feels… it’s as though he’s mending a part of me that’s been broken for so long I never could have done it myself.

Yet, with each glorious thrust of his cock, with every delectable groan falling from his lips, the pieces I thought I’d lost—or rather, never knew I had—glue themselves together.

“It feels… perfect,” I whisper.

Valentine continues to fuck me, and with each piston of his hips, I moan out loud.

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