Page 100 of Vulnerate

“Tali’s going to fuck the kid’s mom. I’m yours so I had to change the plan.”

He tightens his hold and kisses my cheek not seeing anything wrong in his actions as I try to get away from him. It’s fucked up to use sex as a weapon and that poor woman will be played thinking he’s interested in her only to be cast aside.

“That’s wrong, she’s going to be hurt and used,” I say.

Val picks me up and sits me on the counter. He steps between my thighs and strokes my hair back to cup each side of my head so I can’t move. His voice is annoying, each word leaving his mouth pissing me off further.

“She shouldn’t have been eyeing me up and gossiping with the other housewives about how I fuck. Oh, not justhowI fuck, but going into detail about what she would do. Do you think I want my kid to hear that fucking shit?”

The conversations haven’t changed from when we were kids. It’s disgusting to think they all just stand on a playground eye fucking each other. As creepy as it was overhearing it when we were younger it’s worse now that Val is the subject.

When he sees my agreement his smile comes back, and he kisses me all innocent and quick. Holding on to his neck to deepen it, the green eyed monster comes out seeking more material.

“Have you slept with the moms at his school?”

Val is open, there’s no lie on his face as he explains his life. “He’s only just started, we used to homeschool him. And I haven’t touched anyone since you came back.”

It doesn’t mean shit if he wore a ring, or they knew he was in a relationship. We used to catch the not so secret glances and know which parents were fucking each other.

Rich people love debauchery. Their lives are filled with an excess of everything; money, power, alcohol, sex. It doesn’t matter what it is as long as they have the most. But it always has to be done at someone else’s expense. My own parents did that shit, trying to maintain an image of respectability but behind closed doors the price of that image was theloss of our family. The Vartanov way seems better. They show everyone the ugliness but cherish the good, Viktor is protected and happy unlike the majority of the kids in his school who are put on show and dragged out for parties.

Val drags me into his dirty thoughts as he kneads my thighs and groans out, “We need to get you some dresses or those things babies wear with the buttons.”

Asshole.

Looking down at my clothes, I feel like an idiot with clay on me while he’s dressed casually. My voice comes out small and insecure. “What’s wrong with how I dress?” I might not win any awards but it’s practical with being in the studio and I don’t care if I spill anything on my overalls.

He pushes one finger under the hem of the shorts and pulls showing the small gap as he raises a brow. “My dick won’t fit through that, need access to that sweet pussy. Especially when you’re working. It’s sexy as fuck watching you make things from nothing.”

His utter filth makes me smile and chases away any self-doubt.

Kissing his cheek, I shamelessly ask for more. “It’s sexy to watch me get covered in paint?”

He nods against my lips and kisses me between the words. “Mhmm, you’re beautiful and your face goes all gooey.”

Just what every girl wishes to hear, I have a gooey fucking face. He may as well have said slimy and added on I stink for good measure.

He ignores my reaction, and the big smile is back as he pats the outside of my thigh. “Ready to go rodnaya?”

I move his handsome face out of mygooeyone. He lets me go and I change in the bathroom. There’s no clay on my skin and Val almost looks disappointed when I step out in a dress. I can’t keep the ire out of my voice and hold the hem checking my clothes for whatever has pissed him off now. “What’s wrong with me now?”

There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing, and he can go fuck himself.The asshole looks me up and down and his hands go to his belt with a smirk.

“You need a repeat of what happened the last time we were here?”

Muttering no, I walk towards the door ignoring him. Arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me back and his stupid annoying voice is in my ear. “What’s crawled up your ass?”

He called me gooey. Goo is slime, snot, or something disgusting. Not a person’s face.I sound petty and immature speaking around a pout. “You don’t know how to give someone a compliment.”

His smirk touches my neck, and he sways side to side forcing my body to loosen. “You are my sweet Dani, beautiful doesn’t even describe you. Every feature was sculpted by goddesses so they could worship at your feet.”

I soften at the awe in his voice, and he kisses under my ear. “You have the warmest brown eyes, the same color as your hair, when you laugh they get lighter and glow.” He places a kiss to my cheek, and keeps rattling off different features without being able to see them.“Your smile always reaches your eyes but it’s different each time, and you’re cute as fuck when you’re angry it makes me want to bite your cheeks. Especially when your nostrils flare. Want me to keep going baby or do you still need to be reminded that you’re amazing?”

I nod and ignore the way my face heats. He keeps one arm wrapped around my middle and lifts me off the floor as he grabs my bag with the other hand. He doesn’t stop listing things he likes about me, changing from my appearance to my character as he carries me out and locks the doors.

“Okay, you want more? Easy, you have a huge heart. You’re kind and even though you’re soft natured it doesn’t make you weak, it makes you stronger.” Sitting me in the car, he leans down holding on to the roof and kisses my temple. “And you have the best pussy, it always feels like home.”

He’s an idiot but he’smyidiot and I don’t say anything to reprimand him.

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