Page 37 of Vulnerate

“Oh fuck,” I manage to stutter out. “Someone might see.”

His anger comes back as he bites into my neck. “Good. Let them fucking see you’re mine. Maybe then you’ll act like it.”

He covers my mouth and bands his arm around my back.His eyes are wild, the lighter yellow, sandy swirls are dark. The cruelty that never touched me in childhood is all that’s in front of me now. But I still want him, I still love him, and I’ll never stop.

I’ve fantasized about finally having him, all of him. I worked my hand between my legs and let my imagination guide me. It’s mixed with having him in my life again. But it’s never been like reality. There was never hard stares and hard dick. It was always one or the other.

My body jolts from the force of his thrusts and my scalp scrapes against the brick with his hand over my mouth. He’s pushing all of his anger into me, and I hold on to our friendship, my first love, the man of my dreams who’s changed and spits his accusations.

“Nine fucking years Dani, and you’ve turned into a dirty little slut getting fucked in broad daylight.”

Locking my ankles tighter on his back, I nod and push my hips down.The hand over my mouth moves until his fingers are digging intomy cheek and my lips are pushed open. He leans over and spits into my mouth. I should be disgusted. But I moan.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I smooth my hand across his nape and up the back of his head before grabbing the longer strands in my fist. His palm isn’t covering my mouth as I fight him back refusing to let him hurt me.

“Fuck you,” I spit back both verbally and physically. His tongue flicks out to mix his spit with mine on his lip, and his voice darkens. “Curse again and I’ll piss in your mouth.”

Valentin isn’t the only one who gets to be angry. I lost things too. I lost everything. He only lost me.

His fingers are bruising as he holds the back of my thighs, pulling me away and dropping me on my feet. My hand leaves his hair, and he grabs my hips to turn me to face the wall so fast I feel dizzy. Heat covers my back as he presses his chest into me and kicks my ankles apart. My cheek scrapes against the rough brick surface as he pushes back inside me.

My head touches his shoulder, and he softens slightly despite the venom in his voice. “You’re soaked like a dirty little whore.”

I throw my head to the side at the insult and press my hands flat against the wall for leverage to push my weight back. All it does is push him deeper into me and weakens my plea.

“Don’t speak to me like that.”

Grabbing my wrists in one hand, he holds them against my stomach and works his other hand between my legs. His fingers are threatening as he taps against my clit, and I bite my lip to stop any sound leaving me. His teeth latch onto my neck and he doesn’t soothe the sting as he moves up to whisper against my ear, “Were you ever mine?”

I want to touch him, but he tightens his hold on my wrists, cutting off blood to my hands.A moan wraps around my answer as I push my back ass back

“I only ever wanted to be yours.”

The answer is nothing other than the truth, but he hates it and tortures me. He drags my arms up and holds them against my throat in the crook of his elbow. His hips speed up as he circles my clit and he continues punishing me with his teeth against my neck.

The only thing I have control of is my bottom half and I fuck him back. Every angry thrust is returned.His bites have me clenching my inner muscles in response. Twisting my head back to get more air, those blue eyes are darker. Filled with torment and violence when they weren’t before. There’s no taunt or comment, he doesn’t slow down, and I don’t stop moving my hips. But our eyes are frozen on each other. The only part of us we can’t mask.

My mouth opens on a silent scream as he slaps the tips of his fingers against my clit. He moves forward swallowing any sounds that could follow. My hands are pushing into my windpipe as he forces me to look up to the sky and fully seals his lips over mine. We’re opposites and it works My body shudders in his hold, and he grinds into me as sparks ignite in my stomach. Light spots dance behind my eyelids as his forearm applies my pressure against my neck. My entire body convulses, I can’t move in this position and I’m not capable of pushing him away mentally.

Val tenses every muscle, turning rigid at my back, and his teeth dig into my lips forcing them closed before he loosens his arm enough for me to breath. The guards are down as he stares into my soul. There’s no warmth in his eyes despite it filling me as he comes.

My Val comes out and he soothes the sting of his teeth while loosening his hold on my neck. Wrapping his arms around my middle, he holds me pouring emotion into my mouth. I pass it back and wait for my fingers to stop tingling with the blood rushing back in. This is my version of him, the kiss is sweet and gentle just like I remember.

There are no candles and rose petals, no ring on my finger, and my name is still the same. But I’m home. He turns cold again as I twist my upper body so I can touch him. I wince as he roughly pulls out of me, but it doesn’t make him soften and he tucks himself away without saying a word to me. I’m blinking dumbly, trying to figure out how to ask what the fuck his problem is when he turns around and leaves me.

He’s left me in a loading bay with my ass literally hanging out. The fucking prick doesn’t turn around, he doesn’t come back and even hand me a damn tissue. Just walks away slamming the door behind him and crushing me in the process.

FOURTEEN

Valentin

Hope turned to hate after four years. Now I want Dani to hurt, for her to feel every bitter fucking accusation she pinned on me stick to her own skin. She’s a fucking liar, promising me goodness but she turned out to be more wicked than anyone else.I hate her and I hate myself for fucking her. The younger me who wanted her innocently revolts at me for tainting everything. I can’t argue with myself because that means I’m fucking crazy, so I ignore it as I pull up at home. If I stayed with her I would have fucked her again and apologized for being so rough.

Viktor’s arguing is the first thing I hear as soon as I open the front door. “Get off me or I’ll poison you.”

The only good thing a Carvalho has ever done is give me my son. Everything else is fucking rotten. I follow his voice into the kitchen, where he’s guarding his food from Tali and the strength in his eyes when he sees me is enough to sustain me for life.

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