Page 72 of Veil of Vengeance

“That’s not good enough. I need you to say it.”

She sinks her teeth into her lip, contemplation crossing her face.

Finally, she whispers, “Yes. I do.”

I drag her joggers down swiftly, my hands reaching her blush-colored underwear. My eyes flicker to her face as I rip them off. Valentina’s legs press together on a gasp, her face flushing a matching color.

“Don’t do that.” I push her legs back open and place my knee on the bed between them. Swiping my finger over her wet folds, I lift it up.

“This doesn’t seem like the kind of reaction you’d get from someone who’s ‘not your type.’ Does it?” I ask. She pants a little and her sweet scent fills the air.

“Shut up, you’re talking too much and moving too slow,” she complains. I huff out a laugh before pushing two of my fingers inside her, eliciting a delicious moan. My fingers thrust as she tightens her hold on the sheets.

“Oh, God,” she moans as I curl my fingers, then thrust them deeper. Valentina’s moans are a melody to my ears, and that’s all I want to hear. I press the heel of my palm to her clit, which has her clenching around my fingers and writhing into me, looking for more as she cries out her release. And I’m about to give it to her.

Shoving my pants down, I position my cock against her entrance, pushing in slowly. Groaning, I feel the remnants of her orgasm around my length, even coating her thighs. Going slow, her small whimpers fill the room, and I feel my control slip, but I restrain myself.

“See? Your cunt is stretching and welcoming me. How sweet of her? She likes it sweet and slow, and what about you, baby?” I grip her by the hips and thrust inside her at a pace that’s so savage and unhinged that she moans louder without a care. Slowing down, I ask, “Hmm? Do you like it sweet and slow? Or do you like fast and rough, to be fucked like a good little whore? My good little whore.”

Valentina only answers in whimpers, occasionally gasping whenever I hit her G-spot.

So, I do it again and again until her pussy strangles my cock. The slap of flesh against flesh echoes in my room, her rewarding sounds on an endless loop that has me throbbing and ready to explode. When I groan, low and deep, she wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me with those half-lidded fuck-me eyes. To torture me more, I assume. I clench my jaw, my hands fisting into tight balls as I hold myself back from fucking her so hard she sees the stars. With a grunt, I give in for a second, thrusting into her like a madman, the bedframe hitting the wall, her whimpers turning into screams.

But I won't stop. And I certainly don’t take it easy. I release a hip and wrap my fingers around her throat. Her pussy tightening impossibly as I hold her down.

“Do you feel how your pussy tightens around my cock?”

Tears shine in her eyes, and I’m not sure if it’s because of my words or her ongoing orgasm.

“You’ll let me stuff my cock into this pussy and use you whenever and however I please, won’t you? You’ll come for me, on my cock, tongue, and fingers because you like being my good little whore.” My strokes get faster and shorter, making her head hit the frame of the bed. I pause my thrusting and flip us over so she’s on top of me. Her eyes are dazed as she grips my shoulders, her nails digging in and her face wet with tears.

I grab her hips and thrust up into her, watching her perfect body bounce above me before collapsing over me. Her wild heartbeat falls against mine, and she bites my neck as her pussy spasms around my cock.

“Mine, only mine, mine to fuck, my personal cum-whore.” I thrust up once more, and when she hides her face in the crook of my neck, I come inside her. My release is long and hard, and cum smears all over her thighs.

Valentina doesn’t move. Her frail hands are thrown on my shoulders, and her teary face is still hidden in my neck. We remain like that for a few moments. Me catching my breath from the most powerful release I’ve ever had, and her body slick with the sweat, before she awkwardly tries to lift herself up so she can make me pull out.

I help her, and she winces, probably sore. My cum smears down her thighs with a small amount of blood. Fuck. I really hope I didn’t hurt her. She is on her feet, but wobbles, so I get up and lift her bridal style and lay her down. I make my way into the bathroom, putting the bath’s plug in and turning the hot water faucet.

I wait until it’s halfway full before going back into the room. I find Valentina still awake, but just barely. I pick her up again, her arms going around my neck. She tries to mumble some kind of protest, but lets me carry her, too exhausted to argue as I set her in the tub. I watch her until she’s completely relaxed and go to grab a loofah to help her since she seems to be too tired to do anything. It doesn’t take long for me to finish washing her body. I move to her hair, but she shakes her head.

“I don’t wash my hair every day; it isn’t the best for my type of hair.”

Instead, I massage her head, pleased that she likes it when she moans. We stay like that until she wants to shower, both of us enjoying this moment of relaxation. After she’s finished, I take her back to the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

She clutches my arm and whispers, “Don’t go, stay here.”

I nod. “Go to sleep, I’ll be right here.” Her eyes flutter closed as I cover her body. I try to make as little noise as possible as I make my way to my closet. Once I’ve thrown on some boxers, I slip into bed next to Valentina.

CHAPTER 19

EMILIANO

Iwalk through the living room and open the glass doors, stepping outside. My steps echo throughout the greenhouse as I walk up the spiral stairs to check on the flowers. I drop to my haunches, before slipping a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it. Once I spray the leaves of the Cape bushes, I tend to the rest of the plants, taking one of the violets, wanting to give it to Valentina before going to the stairs. I bend my head down to avoid the lavender flowers when I pass them on my way back down the stairs. My eyes widen a fraction when I spot Valentina standing in the middle of the greenhouse, next to the fountain. She’s in a pale blue dress with her hair down, reaching her waist. Her gaze burns my skin as it trails down my body.

“What are you doing here?” I speak around the burning cigarette as I step closer.

“I wanted to know where you went.” She looks around before looking back at me. “You keep surprising me. I didn’t know you were an early bird.” I flick her forehead with my middle finger.

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