by Lylah James
My lips feathered over her ears, and I knew she wouldn’t hear the words. I didn’t want her to hear this promise. No matter how much darkness Valerie has experienced in this world, she was not ready for this one.
A soft whisper—a promise to her, “There will be bloodshed. I will start a war for you.”
My lips found hers again, and she kissed me back with starving passion. Clothes were taken off quickly and thrown on the ground. Her ballet flats followed shortly until our naked skins were pressed against each other.
I needed to feel her. And I knew she needed me just as much.
Her legs spread open to accommodate me, her nails biting into my shoulders, pushing me forward for more. I sucked on her lower lip before biting gently on it. Pulling away, I saw it was plump and ripe, a dark pink.
Valerie released a throaty moan when I rubbed the tip of my cock against her wet slit. Her back bowed, and she rubbed against me desperately. With my eyes searing into hers, I teased her until she was breathless and begging for more.
Her moans made my cock jolt in excitement, wanting to be sheathed in her tight heat. Her eyes were flaming with hunger and a desire she had kept in for so long. Valerie whimpered as my cock slid up between her pussy lips, pushing but never entering her clenching core.
Her hand came between us, and she took hold of my length, trying to put me inside her. Slapping her hand away with a growl, I pinned her arms above her head.
“Don’t fucking touch me, baby,” I growled, cupping her between her legs. “This pussy is mine, and I decide when to give it my cock.” She creamed between her thighs, and my dick was coated with her sweet juices.
The thought of her sucking and taking my cock deep inside her throat flashed in front of my eyes. With a smirk, I pulled away and stood by the bed. Valerie sat up with a start, surprised as she stared up at me.
I beckoned her forward with a finger, and she crawled to the edge of the bed. “Do you want it?” I asked. My voice sounded rough to my own ears, filled with lust for this beautiful woman on her knees for me.
Her gaze flitted below my stomach where I was gripping my hardened length. She bit on her lips before nodding. I waited until her eyes were on my face again before speaking. “Use your words. Tell me what you want exactly.”
“I want you,” she whispered. I saw her cheeks blushing beautifully.
“What do you want, baby? Do you want to suck my cock? Say it,” I urged her when she stayed quiet. If possible, her cheeks turned redder. Her breathing accelerated, her gorgeous tits bouncing slightly with each breath she took.
“I want you…” she started slowly. Her eyes went to where I was gripping myself again. “I want to suck your cock.”
If possible, I swelled bigger in my hand. Fuck, those words between her sweet lips. With innocent looking eyes, heated with hunger for me, she was the most beautiful in this moment. A fucking seductress she was.
Her whole body was blushing, and her breathlessness urged me on. “Take me then, Valerie. Take what you want. Own it, baby.” Own me. I am fucking yours.
Valerie brought her hand up, and she cupped my hardened cock in a soft palm. She lifted her head and caught my eyes just as she squeezed me, ever so slightly. I let out a hiss, and her lips quirked up in a small, confident smile.
The little Vixen licked her lips teasingly. “Fuck,” I swore when her head descended toward my waiting hardness.
In the next moment, my cock was wrapped between her fuckable lips. Her sweet hot mouth was on me, sucking and teasing. She was slow and deliberate.
My sweet ballerina took her sweet time tasting me.
I couldn’t stop the grunt of pleasure from escaping past my lips. Valerie moaned in response and took me deeper into her mouth. I willed myself—trying to be strong—and thrust myself up in all her tight warmth.
But fuck—it was hard. So fucking hard when she was being such a little tease.
She tongued the tip, tasting my pre-cum before taking me deep again. Her lips tightened around the length before she sucked. Her teeth slightly grazed the underside of my cock, and I let out another hiss. Fuck!
I let her play…putting myself at her mercy, to do as she pleased.
Until I grew impatient.
Grasping her hair, I wrapped it around my wrist and pulled her hard over my cock. I felt the tip brushing the back of the throat, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure, another deep groan vibrating from my chest.
I heard her gagging around my cock, her throat working overtime to please me. “I don’t play nice, baby,” I muttered.
Valerie readjusted her jaw, trying to get accustomed to my size. Holding the back of her head, I kept my ruthless pace, pumping into her mouth—in and out, forcing her to take me deep and rough.
She hummed around my cock, her saliva dribbling down her chin as she pleased me—oh, how she fucking pleased me.
Her doe brown eyes stared up at me submissively, her mouth opened for me to take and fuck. A beautiful perfect sight.
My legs shook, and I could feel my muscles bunching. When I was close, I pulled out of her sweet mouth. “As much as I want my cum coating those pretty lips of yours, I am coming in your pussy, Valerie.”
Her breath hitched, and Valerie blinked up innocently at me. Grasping her shoulders, I turned her around. She let out a startled gasp at the sudden move.
Her knees were planted over the edge of the bed, and she was on all fours for me. Her ass was in the air, and I could see her sweet honey dripping between her parted legs. Her pussy lips were pink and puffy, a tempting sight. She looked deliciously ready to be thoroughly fucked.
I gripped her hips and pulled her back into me. My tip teased her opening, and she moaned out loud before pushing her head into the mattress, masking her sounds made for me.
My hand wrapped around her hair once again. Pulling her head up, my lips touched the back of her neck. Valerie turned her head to the side, looking at me. Her gaze went to my lips as I spoke.
“I don’t want gentle and sweet love-making. I want to leave you quivering with my marks all over your body,” I muttered. “I want to own you. And I will. I’m going to pound that sweet tight pussy.”
She gulped hard. Instead of fear, her eyes lit up with need. She trusted me. Valentin took her without her permission.
I would own Valerie but only with her consent. She would be mine—only if she said yes. I would make her say yes.
“I am going to fuck you, myshka.”
“Please,” she begged quietly. “I need you.”
Smirking, my lips feathered over her ear, out of her sight. She wouldn’t hear me. But I almost wished she could.
“Like this?” I asked, thrusting inside her hard. Valerie bit on her lips to keep from screaming.
Her pussy clenched around me desperately. She moaned again, a sound mixed with pain and pleasure. I wanted to hear her screams…I wanted to pull them from her, forcing her to take my cock and hearing her screams as she would.
But fuck…as much as I wanted to hear her screams, I couldn’t…we couldn’t.
Not only did we have to keep us a secret—I was also possessive of her voice. I didn’t want anyone else to hear her sweet melodious voice, her moans, or her fucking needy screams.
Pulling out, I thrust back into her willing body. Her heat enveloped me once more, and I never wanted to leave her pussy. Being inside her was the best fucking feeling and a blessing. She was tight and responsive, perfect, and mine.
I groaned as her pussy clenched around me. I pulled out and push back in. I suckled at the tender flesh behind her ear and on her neck. My body molded the back of hers as I continued to pound her.
Our fucking was almost animalistic. Rough and deep. I didn’t care. I just needed my cock deep inside her cunt so she could feel me for days.
I wanted her to feel me tomorrow morning and have her pussy wet with her honey just at the thought of us fucking.
Her body quivered, and I knew she was close. My cock swelle
d inside her tight warmth. My hand gripped the front of her neck, and I pulled her head back. With my lips touching her forehead, I pulled out and thrust back in one last time.
Valerie shuddered with her orgasm. She bit on her lips to keep from screaming, and I closed my eyes at the sensation, the feel of her milking my cock as I pumped my cum inside her.
Only our breathing could be heard. Our skin was drenched with our sweat, our cum leaking from between us. Valerie sagged into the mattress, her body limp.
My fingers went between her legs, where we were still joined. Her inner thighs were coated with her juices and my cum. Rubbing two fingers over her skin, I gathered our mixed essence.
Valerie opened her eyes when I brought my fingers to her lips. She stared at me with a small, tired smile. “Suck,” I ordered. Her lips parted, and she lazily sucked at my fingers, tasting us. She hummed in response, and her eyes closed again.
I pulled out and we both groaned at the loss. Quickly going to the bathroom, I cleaned up and came back with some paper towels. After making sure Valerie was comfortable in bed again, I cleaned between her legs.
I got into bed too, and Valerie curled into my side. A happy sigh escaped past her lips. With an arm over my stomach, she laid her head on my shoulder and made herself comfortable, as if my embrace was her home.
We stayed like this for a long time, silent and just basking in the afterglow. I thought she had fallen asleep until I felt her move. She slid down a little and rolled over, half of her body covering mine. Crossing her arms over my chest, she settled her chin on them and stared up at me.
I was transfixed, ensnared in her soft gaze. Valerie’s lips were quirked up to the side in a small smile as she stared at me in complete adoration.
My fingers traced a path up her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. Her smile widened at the simple action.
“You are so sweet to me, Viktor.”
Her whispered confession had my heart clenching and racing. “For the longest time, I didn’t know how to be sweet. Someone taught me that. She made me realize what it means to feel. But still, I had kept it locked inside. It was not my place to feel. But when I am with you, you bring out the side that I didn’t know I had. With you, I can let go and feel whatever I want.”
Because you are mine.
Valerie cocked her head to the side curiously, but she didn’t ask for more. She took what I was giving her—little bits of me. But what she didn’t realize…slowly, I was giving her everything of me.
We were quiet for some time again. Staring at each other and lost in each other. I wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her to me. “Tell me about your sister.”
Valerie sighed, and a faraway look appeared in her gaze. “Malory was always more cheerful. Loud. A happy kid. She was very kind. I remember once we found a bird in our yard. Its wings were severely broken, and it appeared dead. I told her maybe we should bury it, but she insisted on taking care of it and nursing it back to health. I was very sure it would die in a few hours, but Malory didn’t give up. She nursed it back…and a few days later, we had a happy bird. It couldn’t fly again, but they became best friends quickly.”
Valerie continued to tell me stories about her little sister. How much she loved animals. Malory loved singing and had a beautiful voice but hated dancing, while Valerie was the opposite. She was bubbly, while Val was quiet and reserved. The sisters were almost the opposite in everything, yet they were inseparable.
“We have the same nose and eyebrows, but other than that, we don’t look very much alike. She has bright blue eyes, and her blonde hair is very light, almost platinum, while mine is a darker shade of blonde. She has fuller lips. Malory is my beautiful doll,” Valerie said. “She is so precious.”
Everything was perfect for them…until hearts were broken and lives were shattered.
“They loved me…”
My arm tightened around Valerie at her words. “Not enough. Your parents didn’t love you enough.”
Valerie’s fierce gaze met mine. “You can’t say that. They did love me. I know that.”
I released a long sigh. She was right but… “Valerie, if they loved you…they would have never sacrificed you. Yes, they did love you, but not enough. Not the way you deserved to be loved. No parents should have sacrificed their own daughter for the other. Whether Malory was younger or not, you were still a child too. You were still innocent. Yet you became the unwilling collateral.”
Tears filled her eyes, and her voice was a mere whisper when she spoke. “My father was powerless against him. He was one of Valentin’s business associates, but he was powerless. He was Solonik’s dog. It wasn’t his fault. It was my choice to go with Valentin.”
Her voice cracked as if it hurt to say the words. My sweet innocent Valerie. Valentin took the heart of a blossoming girl and broke it. He made her grow up faster, forced her to survive through darkness, while she was meant to live through the light.
It was my choice to go with Valentin.
I shook my head and sputtered a heartless laugh. What a fucking joke.
“No, it wasn’t your choice. Don’t fucking say that. It was never your choice. You think you made a choice, Valerie, but whether you had said yes or no, Valentin was going to take you away. Your parents were going to sell you away. They came to beg you to go with Valentin—to save your sister’s life. They didn’t choose you just like it wasn’t your choice.”
Valerie choked back a sob and buried her face in my chest. “I don’t want to hate them, Viktor. They are my parents, and they have hurt me…but I don’t want to hate them.”
I held her to me as she cried her little heart out. The broken girl inside her crying for what was stolen from her. “I…always…wanted them to save me…but they never came…back for me. I waited…and waited…they never came back for…me. They…left me…with…him. They…didn’t come for me. They forgot…me.”
I closed my eyes, feeling sick in my stomach. My chest grew tight, and my heart squeezed. Valerie poured out all her hidden emotions. All the unsaid words, she finally said them.
“I am sorry, myshka.”
The world was a cruel place. I lived in it. I thrived in it. The darkness became me…I moved into the shadows until wherever I went, the darkness followed. I had wreaked havoc over innocent lives. Left bloodshed behind.
Yet…in the middle of this cruel world, hidden innocence lived. Valerie lived. If only I had found her sooner…only if…I would have stolen her away.
Because my darkness needed her light. And Valerie needed the chaos I brought with me.
I continued to hold her until eventually her tears dried. We both fell silent. Her sniffles filled the room until they slowly disappeared too.
When she spoke again, her voice was hollow and sad. She sounded so lost. “I was always so alone. Always locked in this room. If it wasn’t Igor watching me, then it was Valentin visiting me. Sometimes, I would be completely alone. Just with the memories of who I used to be. I lost myself, Viktor. I became a puppet…I didn’t know to feel anymore.”
Lifting her chin up, I made sure she was looking at me. Her eyes were swollen and glassy with unshed tears. “Nobody else was allowed in this room?” I asked.
She shook her head once and then looked thoughtful. “Well, no one really. But there was a girl. She was the only one allowed in my room. To bring me food and clean my room. Every morning, she would help me dress up.”
I stared into her gaze, waiting for her to continue. Valerie’s shoulders slumped down. “We became very close. Every day she would come and we would talk. Not a lot. The silence between us was comforting. At least we weren’t alone. At least we had each other.”
“Was she your friend?” I asked curiously.
Valerie nodded, and she gave me a tiny smile. “My only friend here. We were together for years. She was the sweetest, Viktor. Someone with a very kind heart. I saw it rarely, but she had the most beautiful smile. We bonded until I couldn’t imagine being se
parated from her. She became my sister,” Valerie whispered her last word.
Past tense. Valerie was using past tense…Fuck. She had a friend, yet this one was probably stolen away too. “Who is she? Where is she now?”
Her gaze shadowed over. “She is slave 2107.”
My heart clenched, and it felt like I had been punch in the fucking throat. “What?” I whispered.
“She has been hurt so much, Viktor,” Valerie answered tearfully. “I thought my life was hard…until I met her. At least I had the title of being Valentin’s wife. Powerless, yet I had a position. But she was a slave. Valentin’s slave. The other woman he would release all his depravity on. I got the better end of the rope—she got the never-ending nightmare of it.”
I stayed silent, only because I didn’t know what to say.
A slave. A motherfucking slave. Another innocent soul. Fuck!
“When Valentin started to notice how close we were, he took her away. He ripped her away by the hair and dragged her out…” Valerie stopped with a choked sob. Pressing a hand over her lips, she tried to keep it in as she continued to speak. “I don’t know…if she is okay. I don’t know…if she is alive. She didn’t deserve this, Viktor. She didn’t deserve to be used. By anyone. She deserved to be free. Happy and loved.”
I held Valerie tighter and pinched my eyes closed.
She didn’t deserve this, Viktor. She deserved so much love and happiness. She didn’t deserve to be used. By anyone.
How many more lives would be destroyed? How fucking unfair would this world continue to be?
“Wherever she is now, I hope she’s okay. Valentin used to do all kind of things to her. Sometimes he would spend more time with her, and I was left alone for days—sometimes weeks. But after he took her away, he started to visit me more. At first, I was worried and thought she was dead. But I hope…I hope she is okay.”
Valerie’s words snapped me out of my thoughts. I stared down at her, and she looked so sad…so lost…so fucking broken. I hated it.