Page 96 of Vulnerate

He’s always had a shit memory; he shouldn’t be able to recall an exact date a photo was taken. Going through the rest of the images we both fall silent letting out little laughs at the normal family he was able to provide amongst the chaos.

My laugh gets louder seeing Viktor hugging a bottle of vodka as he runs away from Vlad. His smile is huge and he’s a little chunk. When he’s happy none of Carly’s features are evident other than the dimples. His happiness is all Vartanov, and his features reflect it. Mistaking my pause to mean something else Val grips my nape and pulls me up to look at him.

“He didn’t drink it. I’m waiting until he hits double digits.”

His joke is dumb as fuck. He wouldn’t have nearly had a heart attack when Viktor fell off his horse if he was irresponsible.

He rests his forehead on mine as he strokes across my jaw with his knuckles and thumb. His lips touch mine, soft and gentle but filled with meaning. Forgetting what I was previously focused on I stroke down hisabs feeling his muscles contract with each pass of my hand. My little finger brushes below his belly button and I’m stopped.

He threads his fingers through mine and says against my lips, “I’m doing it right this time.” His lips dance across my cheek and he adds, “Giving you everything you deserve.”

I deserve to be fucked, well. But he doesn’t let go of my hand. Slowly turning me on my side, he holds my hands at the side of my head and tortures me with his lips.

My frustration is higher than usual with the lingering effects of the last time he left me wanting and it finds a home in my vocal cords.

“You can’t do this again, Val please.”

The bastard laughs and blows a raspberry on my neck before laying on his back. We both stare at the ceiling and I’m contemplating killing him while he’s full of joy, the prick.

His stupid hand touches my chin and I try to slap it away, but he succeeds in tilting my face.

“I didn’t let you come last time so use me, I won’t even touch my dick.”

He lets go of my face and pushes the sheet down off his hips before putting his hands behind his head. The asshole came on my back even if he quietly cleaned me up after, he still left me pent up with no release.

Getting payback, I straddle his hips and lean down kissing every part of his face but his lips. He holds my jaw stopping me and his voice is all soft like melted chocolate.

“Take your time khudozhnik moya, I’m not going anywhere.”

All thoughts of torture leave my head. As though I need the reminder that he’s staying and won’t get sick of me.He combs my hair over my shoulder and threads his fingers through the strands above my ear as he pushes his head back to keep his other hand caged.

“You ruined me before you ever got your hands on me, Dani mine.”

I melt instantly at the reverence in his voice and awe on his pretty face. He left his mark on me, but my body doesn’t have the same force behind my climax to cover him. Sitting up on my knees, I tilt my hips and Val slowly looks down my body watching and waiting for what I’m going to do. His eyes move back up following the path of my body being uncovered as I lift the t-shirt over my head.

There’s nothing obstructing the view between my thighs and the low groaned curse fuels me.

“Fuck, I fucked up.”

Slowly pushing down, I widen my thighs and nearly combust with the heated blues and yellows staring at me. There’s a lump in his throat and his breathing shallows.

“Such a beautiful pussy soaking my dick.” A pained groan leaves him, and he tenses. “You don’t know how hard it is not to move right now.”

Rewarding his efforts, I slip down another inch on his dick and bite my lip to stop from moaning.He’s trying so hard to keep still that his muscles are all tensed, each group defined and sculpted against his taut skin. I massage his chest and shoulders and use his hand to stroke up my body. He bites his cheek hard enough to pull it in, his fingers flex wanting to wrap around my throat as I move his hand to my neck and the pained sounds are muffled when I hold his thumb against my lips.

“Be a good boy,” lust hardens my voice, “and help me come.”

Flicking the pad of his thumb with my tongue, I close my lips around the digit and sink down the rest of the way.

I grind my hips to spell my own name as a whimper leaves him followed by a gust of air that has me smiling.

“Fuck baby, I’m sorry. I take it back, let me come.”

My smile gets wider and twisted enjoying the anguish as I slowly shake my head. My silly little Valentin doesn’t realize he’s given me permission to fuck him up like he did to me.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Valentin

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