Page 26 of The Sins That Bleed
I throw the double doors to my room open and kick them shut. As soon as the doors encase me into my room, I remove my dress, placing it gently on the bench at the foot of my enormousfour-poster bed—all dark wood wrapped in wine-red silk and chiffon, red roses wrapped around the frame.
The silky-soft sheets are calling my name, but I move to my balcony, grabbing my infusing pipe and my lace robe on the way. Slipping my arms through the material but not bothering to do it up, I step onto the balcony. I leave the doors open and let the wind flow over my exposed skin, the chill a delicious sensation as it nips at my flesh.
I stand at the railing, the only thing stopping me from plummeting to the earth, as I look out over my city. Lit up and bustling with life as humans go looking for a good time or to get into trouble. Usually, I’d be out there with them, but the agent has burrowed under my skin and the thought of letting someone else touch me after tonight would only end up with them losing their head.
I hold my pipe to my lips and drag in a deep breath. The flavour bursts onto my tongue as the smoke hits it, tumbling down my throat and into my lungs. I close my eyes, revelling in the sensation as my body lights up with the high, an ache building between my legs with it.
Something about Rai has unlocked a craving in me that can’t be satisfied. How can I still want him when he’s already made me come tonight?
I drag another cherry-flavoured lungful in, and another, and another, but it still won’t go away.
“Fuck!”
Frustrated, I slam my fists down on the balcony edge and watch a little of the stone crumble away. I need to pull myself together before my home becomes another victim of my rage. I storm back into my room, determined to get him out of my system.
I stand before the large mirror in the corner of my room, its carved black frame reaching floor to ceiling, and scrutinise myreflection, searching for any sign of what has changed. My hair is messy from the wind and where Rai had pulled the pins from my hair to work as nipple clamps. If I’d known he was into causing pain, I would have shown him all the toys I keep for pleasure.
My eyes travel down and take in my taught nipples, my smooth stomach and thighs that are moonlight-pale, all the way to my toes, painted cherry-red and still encased in my heels. I look like a queen. My mouth stretches into a grin at the thought, but quickly diminishes when all I can think about is how Rai would react if he could see me right now.
An idea forms and I search for my phone. Spotting it on the nightstand, I grab it and snap photos in front of the mirror. Strategically placing my robe in some and opening it up in others to put myself on display, crouching and kneeling to get different angles.
I have his number. I’m sure he’ll wonder how I got it, but I’ll deal with that later. I fire off a text, deciding I want to get under his skin like he has mine. Haunt his every thought and dream, like he possesses mine.
Valeska: Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Let me be your sin,
And I’ll repent for you.
…
Rai: Who is this?
I don’t bother answeringhis question, instead, I send a photo that will tell him exactly who it is. I pick the one of me on my knees, they’re open and I’m on complete display for him except for my face, which is covered by my phone. I can’t bring myself to drag this out with how wound tight I feel, aching for release.
The lighting makes it difficult to see much, but a slight adjustment to the exposure would give him a better view. I wait and see what he’ll reply but nothing comes. When I don’t see the dots appearing to tell me he’s typing after a couple of minutes, I give up. He’s either ignoring me or fucking his hand.
I can’t stand the thought of him getting to come again without me. The urge to turn up at his apartment tugs at my body but I suppress it. I’ve given enough of myself to him tonight, I’ll take care of myself like I always do.
I head into my dressing room and open the drawer that contains some of my toys. I select the thickest vibrator I have and take it back to the mirror. I sit in front of it as I switch the vibrating cock on and discard my phone on the floor next to me, tracing the toy over my nipples and down my stomach, over my thighs, until it finally hits the spot I need it most. I watch myself and sink into my depraved thoughts.
I don’t stop until I’m exhausted and dragging myself into bed, falling into oblivion.
CHAPTER 13
Exorcisms & Empathy
RAI
“I’m going to ask you again, where did you snatch these people from and where were you taking them?”
I lean forward in the uncomfortable chair of the interview room, the cold metal seeping into my trousers as the hard lines press into the backs of my knees. I was hoping to break the leader of the pack we’d arrested at the scene but so far he’s pleaded the fifth and lawyered up. Not unexpected when this much money is involved, but the deal we’re offering him would greatly shorten his sentence.
“I plead the fifth.” His bored tone grates against me.
I’m ready to flip the table and hammer my fists into him, consequences be damned. Nico must sense my rising anger as he steps in.
