Page 119 of Vulnerate

His voice lowers to a whisper infused with hope. “Does that mean you love me like you love my dad?”

“I didn’t say I love him, but I love you.”

“I know but you didn’t say no which means you do but you think I’m too young to know. I love you, you’re nice and I wish you were my mom. You know how to draw, and you don’t shout, and you make my dad happy. My friend Jax got a new dad, but he hits him.”

Tears burn up my throat and I fall silent because conversing with a child is exhausting. I don’t know about his friends family, but there’s not a single soul in this house who would ever raise a hand to Viktor.

A shadow blocks the light streaming through the open door and Val stands there watching us with the same hope in his eyes.

It can’t be that easy. I can’t just make a decision to separate myself from what my own blood have done. But he continues to stare at me with that hope. Viktor moves his head, sensing his dad’s presence at the door, and he looks at him without squinting so his eye must be feeling better as he asks, “Can I sleep on Nessa’s floor today?”

Val nods and steps into the room. “Yeah little man, do you want to watch your movie now?”

He shakes his head and speaks at his usual cadence. “No, I think the lights were hurting.”

He gets up as Val dims all the lights and offers to carry him, but he rejects it, saying he’s not a baby. This big idiot of a man stares after his son with fear in his eyes and every ounce of love I felt innocently is multiplied until it eclipses everything. My voice comes out small and unsure if this is the right decision, but I don’t want anything else to be taken from me.

“I’m going to stay.”

Val whips his head towards me, and his smile is slow until it takes over his full face. He doesn’t jump on me despite the look in his eyes, he gently sits beside me and lifts my head to his thigh. His fingers comb through my hair and he stops any pressure being applied to my back.

“Good. Now tell me you love me and say it like you mean it.”

“You can’t demand that I say it,” I fire back.

He’s crazy and I look up watching his emotions play out on his face. It’s not serious, he’s trying to hide his vulnerability behind humor making me give in.

“I love you Val.”

He slides down so we’re face to face and kisses me with every bit of emotion. It’s gentle and filled with reverence as he stops himself from turning me on my back.

“I’ve waited nearly twenty years to hear you say you’re mine, I’m never letting you go.”

For the thirdday in a row, I wake up to cold metal wrapped around my fingers. I force my eyes to stay closed and my body to remain relaxed as I feign sleep. It’s usually removed straight away but more cool metal is wrapped around each digit and I’m itching to inspect it but the face between my thighs is distracting me. Val thinks he’s clever, but I woke when he first touched my hand, and the fantasy is too good to let my wakefulness be known.

I clench to stop my hips from moving as he pushes his tongue into me. His smirk touches my skin, and he picks up my left hand. Another ring is placed on my finger, and he gently sets it back down as he massages my stomach. Moving his hands up my torso, he cups my tits rolling my nipples and then stroking back down again. Fuck this is hard.

Reaching my thighs, he presses until they’re widened and flat against the bed. A cool stream of air blows a path from my entrance to clit, and he presses light pecks against everything he can find. My thighs, my pussy, my clit, going to my stomach and hips he scrapes his teeth against my skin. A moan turns into a whimper as I try to force it back.

He threads another ring on my right hand to sit against the one that’s already there and my lashes flutter as intrigue gets the better of me. He presses his lips to my stomach and his low voice comes out around his smile.

“Little longer, sleeping beauty.”

Fucking dickhead, he could have pretended to not know I’m faking.

Marking a path down with his tongue, he sucks my clit into his mouth and flicks in a random pattern. His hands keep moving, worshiping, across my body before he alternates between my left and right hand. It can’t be rings that he’s putting on with how much of my fingers that are covered. There’s four on each finger and he pushes his face harder into me, the coarse facial hair tingles against my sensitive skin and I can’t mute myself any longer.

As though my moans are fueling him he quickly adds another ring to each hand. My back bows as he fucks me with his tongue and thumbs my clit with his arms crossed over my thighs. I grab his head with both hands and plant my feet on the bed as my eyes snap open seeing each ring finger covered in diamonds. Blue and yellow stare back at me as Val winks and roughly pulls my hips down as he curls his tongue inside me.

I can’t bend the fingers with the rings on and my head is the only part of me touching a surface as my thighs clench around his head. Metal clinks against each other and the restriction against my fingers lessen as I ride the wave of pure ecstasy.

Pulling at his hair when he doesn’t stop, I whimper pathetically,

“Fuck, Val.Lindo, I can’t.”

My words or his own dickishness has him speeding up forcing more from my body than I thought it was capable of. Pushing two fingers into me, he sits up on his knees and spits on my clit. The punishing thrusts have tears springing to my eyes and I thrash as he looks at me with awe. “My dirty little wife, so fucking needy you drop diamonds.” Shaking my head, I manage to find some sense to argue back.

“Not… your… wife.” It’s breathless and weak.

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