Page 120 of Vulnerate

He hardens and removes his fingers just before I can climax again. Val looks between my thighs and flicks up to my face with a twisted smile. “Shame. I’m a faithful man and made a promise I’ll only ever have my wife’s beautiful pussy again.”

He can’t blackmail me into marrying him by holding my climax hostage.I try to smile sweetly to get what I want. “I didn’t make that promise, I won’t tell anyone.”

He pushes his weight forward and drops over me catching himself on his hand beside my head and holds my chin turning my face from side to side. The serious look is fake as fuck, and he hums, examining my features. “You do look like her.” His eyes darken and fill my vision as hemoves closer, his tone turning deadly. “But it’s my wife or no one. DanielaCarvalho.”

My last name sounds like an accusation, and he ignores his dick that’s currently trying to get escape his shorts.He moves off me and sits up against the headboard, his hand going to his dick, and he squeezes. I can feel that squeeze between my thighs, but he doesn’t react to my drooling as I lay my head on his thigh. He kisses my forehead and collects the scattered rings as he speaks softly.

“This isn’t me asking, I only need to know which one you prefer.”

There are at least ten, all of them big and shiny. Other than that, they have nothing in common. Even the stones have a range of cut and color.

His eyes are already on my face as I look up and he cups my jaw stroking my cheek.

“It’s a bad sign if you don’t know which one I’d like.”

It’s not, they’re all beautiful and I can’t decide but it’s easier to deflect. He leans down and strokes the ring in the shape of a rose that’s the closest to my knuckle.

His voice is so low it barely disturbs the air, and it hypnotizes me. “I picked this one when I was sixteen, you were going through your flower phase.” I gain a new appreciation for the jewelry and the man knowing he’s carried it for years. He goes through each ring giving me the details of when he purchased them and the meaning, one each year since the first. “You were always going to be mine. I just didn’t know when.”

The sweet, thoughtful idiot.

Curling my hand around his nape, I kiss him. Not for it to lead to anything but because he’s mine and I’m his. Val picks me up, so I’m laid across his thighs and his smile presses into me. His facial hair is longer than usual and tickles my face making me sit back and my answer is easy.

“You can decide whichever one you like best. I’ve already made my decision on the answer.” Excitement flashes across his face before it falls, and he narrows his eyes. “If you say no, I’ll throw a fucking fit like everyone accuses me of.”

Curling my lips into my mouth to stop from agreeing about his tantrums he doesn’t stop staring me out.I settle against him and repeat his words.

“I thought we were inevitable, are you having doubts now?”

He shakes his head and brushes the tip of his nose against mine.

“About how I feel? Never. About you doing shit to torture me? Always.”

His phone rings and I slide it across to him knowing he’s been on edge waiting for Vlad to come home. He visibly relaxes and rests his forehead against mine as he answers and the guards voice filters through the speaker.

“He’s just driven through the gates.”

Ending the call, he presses a chaste kiss to my lips and looks younger as he declares, “Dad’s home.”

Epilogue: Valentin

ten years later

Waking up beside my wife never gets old. She’s so beautiful and the foot sticking up between us doesn’t dim it. Pulling on Mila’s leg, she giggles like her mother and tries to burrow further into the sheets. Our four year old daughter, who is the spitting image of the woman who owns me, pops her head out like it was her choice and I didn’t have to drag her out.

She puts a finger over her lips as I sit her on my stomach but decides to scream anyway.

“Mommy’s sleeping. Shhhhh.”

Dani’s lips twitch, proving she’s already awake and I fuck with her.

“I know she’s lazy, isn’t she,oomnitsa?”

Mila narrows her eyes at me and puts her fists on her hips, unhappy with anyone bad mouthing her mother. I’m surrounded by hardheaded people as Dominik busts through the door and shouts, “Don’t call my mom lazy.”

Fuck me, these kids don’t have volume control.

Swinging my legs over the bed, so Dani can have some rest away from their noise, I guide them out of the room and take them down to the kitchen. It’s weird as fuck carrying an eight and four year old while Viktor sits as a grown ass man arguing with Tali.

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