Page 4 of His Valentine Claim

“Silk or satin?” he asks this time, rubbing his hands up and down my legs, not letting go of my skirt.

“Satin,” I breathe out. “I like how soft it is against my skin.” This is the weirdest but hottest conversation I’ve ever had.

His groan vibrates through my entire body. Before I can protest, I feel his hand sneak under my skirt, grip the front of my panties, and tear. “Roman!” I half yell, half gasp.

Ignoring me, he brings the fabric to his face and inhales. I should be grossed out. Protesting. Telling him he’s a vile cretin of a man. I do none of those things.

My belly floods with desire as my breasts swell with the need to be touched, and between my legs? I feel like I just flooded the entire state thanks to how sexy and primal his visceral reaction was.

“Sorry, babe, needed your scent, or I was about to burst. Still might. Fuck, how are you so delicious?” I believe that’s rhetorical. “I need to tell you a few things and then show you something.” I nod as he grips my hips and drags me closer, settling my bare sex right against the bulge behind his fly.

I whimper at the contact because I need something from him, but I don’t know what that is. I’m as virginal as they come, maybe more so given that I’ve never even touched myself down there. Never done anything remotely pleasurable because I was always afraid of what would happen. I figured I’d just wait for the right man, and now, I think he’s within my grasp.

“The things I want, I need from you, my little Valentine, they’re not conventional. Probably not legal in some states, but I’m asking for them anyways.” He sounds pained as he watches me with hooded eyes. His jaw is locked tight, tense, a pulse pounds in his temple, and his hands are still fisting my skirt.

“What, uhm, what kinds of things?” I’m curious but cautious. I’ve never thought about sex as more than two people coming together, but I know there’s more out there. More I’m unaware of and some I could only guess at.

Scrubbing a hand down his face, the look in his eyes transforms into something darker. His body turns rigid, and when he speaks, his voice holds an edge to it that I’ve never heard from a man before.

“Control, Valentine.” I swallow and shake my head. I have no idea what that means. “I need complete and absolute control over every aspect of my life, of your life, of our life together. And believe me when I say, wewillhave a life together.”

CHAPTER4

Roman

She’s not objecting. Not screaming. Not even trying to get off my lap. The curiosity and fear in her eyes keep me on edge, however. I see that she wants to ask questions, voice an opinion, but she doesn’t, and that piques my interest.

When I began telling her what it was that I needed, her body sat up straighter, her breathing grew shallow, and her heart rate dropped. Which all tells me that she’s not opposed to what I’m proposing.

Brushing my hands up and down her bare thighs under her skirt, I stop just before I can touch her pussy lips. There’s nothing I want more than to take a taste of her. The smelling of her panties was only an appetizer, and I want more.

“Valentine?” Squeezing her thighs to grab her attention, she finally meets my stare. “Are you okay?” Being in control of her doesn’t mean I want her to lose her personality or anything that she loves in her life.

“A power dynamic,” she breathes out, and I realize I must have heard her wrong.

“A what?” I think my heart stops as I wait for her to respond.

“Power dynamic.” The glazed look in her eyes drops, and they’re clear once again. “It’s not a kink but a lifestyle.” Shocked that she knows, I nod.

“What else do you know?”

Her lids slide down gracefully as she bites her lip to think. It’s fucking adorable. “It’s not about control or even power. I mean, it is, but it isn’t. It’s about trust. Because you can’t have that kind of dominance over a person if they don’t, first, trust you, and you them.”

I give her a little grin; I’m so fucking proud of her. “You’re right.” The praise earns me a shy smile as the car comes to a rolling stop in front of my building. “We’re here.”

She leans towards the window, but I don’t release her from my lap, not yet; I need to feel her longer. “Where’s here, exactly?”

“My penthouse.” Her eyes widen as she looks at me. The door opens, and I swing around and lift us both out. Allowing her to slide down my body until her feet are on the ground is its own form of torture, but I hold it together.

“Why are we here?” Grasping her hand, we pass by the door attendant holding open the door for us and walk through the lobby. I swipe my card for the top floor on the express elevator. “Roman?” she questions again, hesitating before stepping into the car with me.

“I promise only good things, Valentine.” She swallows hesitantly before nodding and stepping on. As soon as the doors close, I tug her into my body and capture her lips.

Ten seconds is what it takes to reach the top floor, and it’s over in a flash. Far too soon. But I can’t wait to see her face when she realizes what I’ve done.

Spinning her around as the doors open, I place a hand over her eyes until we step out. “Surprise,” I groan in her ear as I rub my cock against her perfectly round ass.

“Oh my god!” Her squeal of excitement has her body rubbing back against me more.

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