Page 64 of The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

“I’ll let you enjoy her, Konstantin. Only because I am in a good mood today.”

Fuck you.

I smiled wolfishly. While plotting his death in my head, I continued to move inside Valerie. Each time she clenched, I groaned. She pulsed and I throbbed.

When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I flipped her once again until she was on her back. I pulled her thighs up to her chest, holding her under the knees. She was wide open for me. Her tired hazel eyes stared intensely in mine.

I’ve got you.

Trust me. Please.

The tiniest nod and then I was inside her again.

Our fucking was almost animalistic. Rough, deep…I didn’t care. Valerie didn’t seem to care either. She wrapped her legs around me and anchored me into her body, keeping my cock rooted deep inside her. I plunged forward again and then slammed my mouth down, taking her lips with an urgency I didn’t know I had. I just needed my cock deep in her cunt so she could feel me for days. Me. Not him.

This was about us.

Not him.

I was fucking her.

She needed me.

Not him.

Valerie kissed me with just as much passion. She drove her tongue into my mouth and sucked it. She moaned into my lips, and I rammed into her once more, settling so deep inside.

Her eyes snapped open. She stared at me through hazy vision, but then her lips tilted, almost dreamily. Two more orgasms later, her pussy spasmed once again around my length. She was so fucking wet; the sound of us fucking echoed through the walls of the room.

I found my own release and Valerie continued to milk me.

My sweet beautiful swan.

Her exhausted face was sweaty and her eyes kept fluttering. She was on the edge of consciousness and almost falling over. The darkness was waiting for her.

The drugs were slowly wearing off.

Now that we were both off the high, the moment crashing around us, my heart rate spiked and my chest tightened.

She looked so broken right now. It hurt. It fucking hurt so much.

My chest ached. My dick was still hard, but I pulled out of her and heard her tiny gasp. Her eyes were starting to close, but they snapped open when Valentin grabbed her arm. I saw the hint of fear there when he pulled her off the bed and forced Valerie on her knees.

My hands clenched into fists and climbed off the bed too, standing beside her kneeling position.

My throat was clogged. I wanted to fight him, to tell him no. To scream. I wanted to fucking punch him. But I stayed silent.

I forced myself to stay in character. Konstantin Solonik.

Valentin cupped his dick and he started rubbing himself. I watched as he came closer to Valerie, his length right in her face as he jerked off. Her eyes were pinched closed.

When I figured what he wanted to do, my heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach.

He was going to humiliate her. I might have taken over when I fucked her, but he was still in power…and he wanted to show me that. He wanted to claim Valerie once again. To show his ownership of her.

No. No. Fuck no.

Not this way. Never.

Before he could, I gripped Valerie’s shoulder and turned her around to me. Valentin growled in response, but I ignored him.

“What the fuck—”

When I palmed my cock, he went silent. Valentin cocked his head to the side and he raised a mocking eyebrow. Ignoring the look on his face, instead, I quickly jerked myself off. I was still hard and still wet from her juices and my own cum, making it easy for my hand to glide over the length.

Look at me, Valerie. See me. Only me.

She gazed up at me with beautiful hazel eyes. My thighs cramped and my stomach tightened. And then I was coming.

Valerie blinked in surprise once, but she otherwise stayed kneeling for me, silent and staring into my eyes as I aimed my cum over her face, down her throat and pretty tits.

Valentin laughed beside me. A dark deadly laugh.

But I only smirked in response. Leaning down, I took a nipple and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. She didn’t flinch, but I kept looking into her eyes, hoping she would see my lies and my truth.

“Valentin was right. You are a good fuck toy. And now look at you, a filthy whore.”

She swallowed hard and I ran my gaze over her skin, covered with thick ropes of my cum.

“Beautiful,” I muttered.

I am sorry. Forgive me.

Valerie never took her eyes off me. And in her gaze, I saw everything I needed to see.

I trust you, Viktor. I trust you.

“Never thought of you as a possessive man.”

The voice pulled me away, and I straightened. “Not possessive. This was a game of power to you. You wanted to exercise control. To show me that you are King and I am your underdog.”