Page 136 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“I- I just- you can’t be mad, okay?”

“Why would I be-” Victor stepped into the room, and his words died on his tongue as he took in the evidence of my massacre. The counter was covered in magenta dye, glitter, and hair strands. Instead of saying any more, he lifted his hand and his brows, waiting until I nodded my permission before he touched my hair. My breath got lodged in my throat as he ranhis fingers through my attempt at a pink balayage. Glitter rained down, on the floor, on my PJs, on his suit. “Why would I be mad?” he repeated, voice soft and low, and he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“It’s pink.”

“I like pink”

“And short.”

“It’s only a little shorter,” he countered, fingers sliding down my hair to where it stopped at my collar bone, “did you cut it yourself?”

“Yeah,” I pointedly glanced at the sink. Half my hair piled up in it.

“Do you like it?”

“I do,” I whispered. “Do you still think I’m pretty?”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Zhizn’ moya, you’re the most beautiful woman in every room. Nothing can change that.” Victor shook his head. “But if you’re asking for my input? All I care about is that it’s long enough for me to do this.” He wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked it hard. My head snapped back, giving him the perfect angle to close his mouth over mine. I quietly moaned into the kiss, caught between the force of his mouth and the strain on my scalp.

“The glitter is going to get everywhere,” he grunted. He pulled his hands from my hair and held them up to the light. The glitter refracted in thousands of little rainbows. Even if he couldn’t see every glitter particle, the light spectacle was hard to miss.

“Don’t worry. That’s just for the wedding.”

“I’ll look like I fucked the tooth fairy.” Before I had the chance to reply, his mouth crushed into mine again and he pushed me against the door. “Beautiful,” he whispered before his lips moved to my jaw. “Beautiful.” He kissed my neck.“Beautiful.” His teeth grazed over my collar bone. “Beautiful.” His mouth dipped to the space between my breasts.

“Victor,” I gasped, arching into him. Goosebumps broke out along my arms, every little hair on my body desperate to be closer to him.

“Beautiful,” he said again, and pulled my top aside to close his lips over the peak of my breast. Heat seared through my veins and I grasped onto his hair as my knees buckled.

“I need to get dressed,” I insisted weakly.

He let go of my breast, my nipple coming free with apop. When he rose to his full height, his eyes had taken on that dark determined shade that made my stomach twist in anticipation. “Turn around.”

“I have to get ready,” I said, knowing fully well what my protest would earn me.

His hands wrapped around my arms, and with one rough twist, I was spun 180 degrees. Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Victor pushed my face against the door. Cold wood kissed my cheek, but did nothing to distinguish the heat in my blood. All hard muscle and ridges, Victor pushed his body against mine, caging me in. “Put your hands on the door, Cordelia,” he growled, his lips ghosting over my ear.

My pulse spiked at the strength he was submitting me to. If I opened my mouth, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to form words. So instead, I just nodded and flattened my palms against the door.

“That’s my girl.” If he noticed the shiver rolling down my spine at those last two words, he didn’t let it show. “Now push your hips back.”

I wriggled, my face still pressed to the door, but he gave me just enough space to tilt my lower half into him. The soft material of his pants did nothing to cover the hard length pushing against the curve of my thigh.

With one swift move, he pulled my shorts down. They dropped to the floor and I kicked them off to the side.

“Fuck,” he grunted, mouth frozen against my neck, hand hovering just over my hip bone.

“What?” I gasped.

“Spread your cheeks for me.”

“What do you-” Before I could finish my question, he grabbed my hands and brought them back to the curve of my ass. My breath stuttered in my throat. “I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

“Baby, I’m just figuring out how to fuck you without making you sparkle from the inside. Spread those cheeks, so I can see your pussy.”

“Oh,” I breathed. I hadn’t even considered that body glitter might not be very safeinsideyour body. Made sense. Victor pulled back a little to work his pants, and I tried to adjust my grip to bare myself to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped right before he clamped his hands around my waist and pushed himself into me in one sharp thrust.