Page 14 of The Sins That Bleed
Her French accent is subtle, but it caresses me, scratching an itch in my brain that makes me want to beg her to keep talking.
It pisses me off.
“What thefuckare you doing in my apartment, Valeska? I could have fucking shot you, and I sure as shit will arrest you if you don’t explain yourself right now.”
My hands are steady as I train the gun on her outline, but my mind and heart are raging as adrenaline courses through me. She’s standing here, in my bedroom, and my head swarms with the images of her bent over my bed.
“What are you doing? How did you get in? Blah, blah, blah. You’re cute when you’re scared, agent, I can fix that.” Her sultry voice flustering me.
“I’m not sca?—”
She cuts me off by stepping towards me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She’s bathed in moonlight streaming in from the open window as it gleams off her pale, milky skin. I drink her in like a parched man stranded in the desert who found his oasis.
Creamy white skin is all I can see as I study the contours of her body. Her sharp shoulders are on display, intricate lace covers her arms, but the thin black fabric conceals the parts I’ve wanted to explore since I first laid my eyes on her.Fuck. The dress, if I can call it one, is snug to her body while a layered skirt that is begging me to flip it up and taste her ruffles with her movement.
I want to fuck her until I can remove the claws she’s sunk into my skin.
“Cat got your tongue, mon chéri?”
Her seductive tone turns my blood to liquid fire. My dick is rock-hard from her proximity, the sweats I’m wearing do nothing to conceal it from her, and I watch her eyes flick down to where it’s straining against the fabric. I’m furious, but so turned on that I can’t think straight.
With Valeska this close to me, the air I breathe is permeated with the scent of cherries. My nostrils flare, as if I can absorb the smell of her deep into my bones. I take a step toward her without thinking about it.
Why is that scent familiar?
“Tell me why you’re here, mon cauchemar. I thought I made it clear that I didn’t fucking like you.”
My harsh words contradict the need to get closer to her. Like a fly caught in her web, I’m powerless to do anything but stay in her trap. I take another step and her scent gets stronger.
“I‘m going to fuck that attitude out of you, or give you a real reason to call me your nightmare.”
She smiles, but it’s not friendly. She’s poised in her perfectly crafted web and one vibration from me will have her striking. My body ignores the threat behind the smile, closing the distance to be closer to her, so I can sear her beauty into the walls of my mind. My gun presses into her stomach as our breaths mingle together.
“Get the fuck out of my home before I make you,” I growl, but she doesn’t move.
I ignore how much I don’t want her to leave.
“Oh please do. I always love a good fight before I fuck.”
Her words are a whisper but, before I can do anything, she moves with a speed I wasn’t expecting. My back is to her chest as she twists my hand with the gun behind my back, her other brutally gripping my hair as she yanks my head back. The biting sting is a wickedly wonderful pain that sends a shot of desire through me.
My knees bend as she tugs harder until my eyes meet hers. Valeska looks down at me, her long lashes moving in a slow blink. I want to place soft kisses over them, kiss her all over to discover what she feels like under my lips.
“Let me go, you fucki?—”
I grit my teeth as she pulls my hair harder, stopping my struggle before it begins. It hurts like hell, but my throbbing dick is a clear sign I want it. I need a release and she’s feeding into it with every bit of pain she inflicts on me. I need to be punished, to atone for my sins.
“Watch how you speak to me mon chéri, or I’ll have to muzzle you.” Her words ghost my skin as she lines her pouty lips with my ear.
Her hand moves from my arm at my back to cover my mouth, her sharp nails biting into my flesh. Part of me wants to push her to do it, mouth off until she has no choice but to remove my words. I vibrate from the arousal that brings me as she tugs myhair harder, waiting for me to answer. I nod my head as much as I can in this position before she lets me speak.
“Yes, mon cauchemar.” My voice is a breathy whisper; I’ll do anything she tells me to if it means dousing the flames licking at my skin.
“Good boy. Now, get on your knees.”
I immediately drop, not caring as my knees crack on the hard floor. I’m eager to please, but it wars with the urge to cuss her out, tell her how much I hate how much I need this. My body doesn’t know whether to pick fight, flight, or freeze.
She lets me go as I fall and stands before me. I’m eye level with the lace of her skirt; it needs to get out of my fucking way. I salivate at the thought of her letting me taste her so I tip my head up and hope my eyes are pleading what my mouth would never dare admit.
