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“What the hell are you doing?” she asks as I kneel over her and force her legs apart.
Oh, fuck me. There it is. There’s the sight I’m after. I spread her wide and watch my thick, wet come dribble out.
Then I rub my fingers in the mess…
And push it all back in.
Valentina gasps at the sudden intrusion of my fingers. But she doesn’t fight me. Doesn’t kick me or scratch me or scream. Her gaze goes half-lidded as I curl my fingers deep inside.
“You’ll get your pill,” I rasp. “I’ll take you to the pharmacy myself.”
I’ll get her whatever she needs so that I can fuck her bare forever. I slide my fingers deeper, my dick already hardening with the thought that I’ll be inside her again soon.
“It’s not just about the pills, Darragh.”
My fingers still. I give her a questioning look.
Her gaze hardens. “How many women have you slept with?”
“How many?” I snort. What an absurd thing to ask me when I’m swirling my own come inside her. “I couldn’t tell you how many even with a gun to my goddamn head. Same way I couldn’t tell you a single one of their names.”
None of them made a lasting impression.
Because none of them were her.
Contempt, or disgust, or both, wrinkle her nose. “Charming. Do you just hate women then?”
“I suppose,” I say, tenderly stroking her from the inside until her hips give an adorable, involuntary twitch. “But then again, I basically hate everyone.”
“Even me?”
I press the heel of my hand to her clit.
“There have been times when you were the one I hated most,” I tell her plainly as I grind her most sensitive place.
I don’t need to protect her from the toxic truth of what’s between us. Because I know that she can take it. And I know she’s felt the same.
“But I’m learning,” I go on as I feel her tightening helplessly around my fingers, “that the line separating hate and love is as thin as the blade of a very sharp knife. When it comes to you, I’m never quite sure which side I’ll land on.” I watch her throat work as she swallows down a cry.
She’s trembling violently. Her insides are swelling. Squeezing me.
“Except for the moments when I land exactly in the middle,” I add. “Those are the moments that make me bleed.”
Or cry.
But I don’t say that part out loud.
I’ve probably said too much already.
I shut my trap. Valentina makes a tiny sound.
She’s going to come again.
At the last second, I tear my hand away and replace it with my cock. I slide inside so fucking easily this time. There’s nothing she can do to keep me out.
“And just so you know,” I growl as I take up a merciless rhythm, claiming her even deeper than before. Even deeper than I would have thought possible. “I did get tested recently. The results came back all clear.”
I got the results the day before I met with Vinny to make a deal for Valentina’s hand. I wanted the paperwork ready, just in case. I was half expecting him to accuse me of having syphilis or some shit. Half expecting him to tell me not to come back until I had a goddamn doctor’s note proving I was worthy of sticking my dick in his daughter.