Page 15 of The Sins That Bleed

On Display

RAI

T he bass pounds through my chest, thumping in time to the frantic rhythm of my heart.

Being interrupted for the second time, when all I want to do is explore Valeska’s body, is infuriating. Her depraved aura calls to me, pulsing through my flesh until I have to find a way to be near her or touch her.

I want to cut my own hands off.

She’s making me a desperate man, scouring each corner of the club in between the pulsing red lights as they flash to see which one I can get her into and sink my fingers into her tight pussy, giving her a glimpse of what I’ll be doing to her with my cock.

“This way, ma’am.”

A stocky man with gold beads glinting in his long locs addresses Valeska.

He’s wearing an impeccable suit that has to be custom.

It moulds to his body, showcasing the strength he carries whilst wrapped in silky crimson material, gold-and-black veins running over the waistcoat visible under his open jacket with each pulse of light.

I need to ask him who his tailor is.

Valeska nods and he leads us to the left side of the club, dodging the huge dancefloor in the middle where people grind and rub against each other to the sultry track. The DJ on the back wall looks like she is casting a spell over them all, keeping them locked in a devilish trance.

“Please enter, sir.” The impeccably dressed man gestures to me where I linger on the threshold, a lilting accent coating his words.

I tear my gaze from the scene behind me—from people sucking on each other’s necks whilst their hands freely roam, to the red roses bunched together throughout the space, their scent permeating the air as it mixes with sweat and the promise of sex.

I cross into the dimly lit room and I can’t help but wonder why everywhere in this building is so fucking dark . I glance over my shoulder at Nico, but he’s enjoying himself, all traces of worry gone from his face as he beams at the petite woman holding onto his arm.

I can’t help the smile at seeing him so enraptured with Sunny. It’s been a while since someone has held his attention for so long.

I search for Valeska and find her watching me. She clocks my smile, which I instantly wipe off my face. Pursing her lips, she turns and ascends a small staircase I didn’t notice before.

The man escorting us waits at the bottom as we pass through before closing the doors and dampening the music.

I indulge myself, watching Valeska’s hips sway with the movement of climbing the stairs in front of me.

The motion hypnotises me, the very essence of her luring me in to soothe me, to make me desire her.

I’m smacked on the back of my head and I turn to look down at Nico. Being on stairs is the only time I’m ever taller than him.

“Ow, what was that for?” I rub the sore spot where he hit me.

“For not being a gentleman.” He gives a pointed glance at where he’s assisting Sunny up the stairs and gestures with his head to Valeska, making a suggestive face that he knew exactly what I’d been looking at.

I roll my eyes and turn back, carrying on my ascent, but not before he scolds me. “Behave yourself, princess, before you get us kicked out of here.”

I don’t bother to argue with him about how desperate he’d been to do just that not so long ago. Valeska is no longer in sight, and I find myself climbing quicker so I can feast my eyes on her again. I round the corner after reaching the top and find myself before another set of doors.

They’re intricately carved with anguished faces of humans amid torture.

I pause, not believing she would have something so morbid even though she screams danger.

Once I get a better look, I realize they are not reacting to torture, but lust. Each carving is a human in the throes of passion, couples holding each other, fingers slipping between thighs.

I move into the room quickly, not wanting to be caught staring. It doesn’t help with the desire coiling inside me like a serpent, it only makes me more desperate to be cleansed with pleasure. I picture Valeska and me in those positions, and I’m thrumming with the need to touch her again.

Dotted about the room are couches and tables, placed underneath large chandeliers that give the room a decadent Gothic atmosphere. With its own private bar and dancefloor, it has anything a private party would need.

“Come on in, mon chéri. Make yourself comfortable.”

She’s standing in front of a large window that looks down into the club, not bothering to turn around as she assesses the room below. The image of her silhouette framed by the pulsing red lights, while her dress lights up and sparkles, is engrained into my memory.

“Wow, this place is so cool, Lady V!” Nico’s cheery voice severs the thread pulling me to her.

I expect her to be pissed off with my partner for shortening her name, but she surprises me by giving him a warm smile.

“Thank you petite fille. Sunny and I worked together on the design. You should tell him about the sound system you found, Sunny. it’s why it feels like the music is inside you when you’re out there. ”

She taps her chest with a sharp manicured nail as she speaks, and I want to know what it feels like to have her nails dragged over my skin.

I see Nico’s face light up like it’s Christmas Day, and I know I’ve lost him for the night. I hear him asking her to tell him all about it. I watch as Sunny pulls him through a door on the opposite side to where we came in, the music swelling as it slips through momentarily.

“It’s an extension of the VIP area that’s not behind glass. Feel free to join them for drinks if you wish. There are couches if you prefer to sit, or a section for dancing, depending on what you’re in the mood for, agent.”

Valeska speaks over her shoulder, effectively dismissing me. I’m not sure why she’s trying to put some distance between us when we both know it’s inevitable that we will come together. Our magnetic pull is beyond our control now.

“Ma’am, do you require anything else for your guests?

” the crimson-clad man asks from the open doorway.

The way he speaks to her is so familiar and it makes me green with envy.

I want to be the one giving her what she needs.

The compulsion to mark her and claim her as my own is seismic and I need to do it now.

I don’t care if I’m being ridiculous or that I might hate myself more after.

“That will be all, Zyon, thank you,” She practically purrs at him.

My hands clench into fists as I grapple with my jealousy. I hear the doors snick shut, confirming we’re alone. My feet move before I can think it through and I’m behind her once again, hands pressed to either side of her on the glass as I run my nose up her neck.

She smells incredible, the hint of cherry clinging to her silky-soft flesh is enough to drive me insane. Valeska doesn’t move an inch, letting me soak her in and hold the control over her that I need.

“You’ve hexed me, mon cauchemar, and now I must take something from you.” I nibble her ear and she tilts her head to give me better access. “I’m going to make you come right here, in front of your patrons, pressed to the glass as you shatter on my cock.”

I remove my hands from the glass and snake them around her body to palm her perfect breasts, cupping and massaging them over her dress as I suck the column of her throat.

I continue where I left off in the elevator earlier, pinching and rolling her nipples through the diamantes covering them until she finally gives me a gasp of pleasure.

“That’s right, I own your pleasure now.”

Her hips rock back into my cock, but I step back to stop her. To her credit she doesn’t turn around, she stays still and it’s obvious to me that she understands the game I want to play. I resume playing with her before trailing my hands up to her shoulders.

I gently peel the thin glittering straps down her arms and marvel at the way they glide over her moonlight-pale skin, only stopping when they rest in the crook of her elbows, exposing her chest. I get a thrill that we could be walked in on at any time, but I can’t bring myself to care—let them see her in all her wicked beauty.

“Turn around, mon cauchemar, I want to see you,” I grit out.

She does as she’s told, but agonisingly slowly. With each flash of crimson light, I see more of her come into view—the swell of her breast, a nipple that is achingly hard and ready to be played with until she is revealed to me.

She is utter perfection.

I hum in appreciation as my mouth waters at how sexy she is. She hasn’t said a word to me but lust sizzles between us. I take my time drinking in the sight of her, not knowing if I’ll ever see her like this again.

She watches me with no expression on her face except for the lust swirling in her eyes, not wanting to give me anything else other than this moment of control.

I trace my fingers up her arms and over her creamy shoulders, down the front of her chest and between her breasts, tracing the curve of them and watching her nipples pull tighter.

“These tits are begging to be played with, to be pulled and twisted. I’m not going to be gentle with you, mon cauchemar.”

So I’m not. I play with them and pinch her hard. She tips her head back in pleasure as she moans for me. I’m so hard for her and I want to sink my cock into her so badly, but I need to draw this out a little longer.

I bend down and take a nipple into my mouth, sucking and flicking with my tongue, enjoying the sounds she makes as they melt into the muffled sound of music around us. I move to the other, lavishing the same attention on it before releasing it with a pop.

“So fucking delicious, but I’m going to take more from you. Don’t worry, you can afford it.”

I reach my fingers into her hair, curling a loose strand around my finger like I’d wanted to earlier, tugging a little. Valeska licks her lips, and I nearly give in and place my mouth over hers. But I won’t, this is simply fucking, nothing more.

I reach into her updo and release two hair grips, not caring if it ruins the look.

I want her dishevelled, her pristine exterior ruffled and messy by my hands.

I place one beneath my teeth to open it up then bring it down to one perky breast, letting it pinch tight on her nipple as I let go.

I do the same to the other and step back to look at my handiwork.

“Fuck, mon cauchemar, I love to see you like this. Look how pretty your tits look now that I’ve been playing with them.”

Valeska looks down at what I’ve done, her eyes fluttering shut at the sight before she is back pinning her gaze on me, watching me, waiting to see what I’ll do next.

I cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her pinched nipples, knowing that they’ll be extra sensitive now.

She pushes them into me, desperate for me to continue but I drop my hands instead.

“Turn around and bend over, put your hands on the glass, and stick your ass out for me.”

Without hesitation, she turns and does what I ask. I’m heady with control and need. I run a hand down her exposed back and down the seam of her ass, wanting to take her completely and stuff her full, but not tonight.

I carefully lift her dress until all the diamantes are bunched up together on her back, exposing her to me. I caress the skin on display for me with one hand while I hold the dress out of the way with the other.

“Spread your legs, mon cauchemar, I want to see you open up for me.” She widens her stance and I swear I’ve gone to heaven. “Fucking look at you, on full display for me when anyone could walk in. You’re a disgusting little whore and a pain in my ass.”

I slap her hard on one cheek and she gasps, I rub it gently after to soothe the sting. I do the same to the other, her gasps even louder now as I place another on her exposed pussy. She jolts forward at the sensation.

“Your pussy has been dripping wet for me all week, hasn’t it? How many times have you touched yourself at the thought of me? You repulse me.”

I sink a finger into her as I say the words, pumping in and out as I feel her clamping around me, trying to keep me buried inside her. I detest how much I love the feeling but can’t stop myself from adding another.

She curses under her breath at the sensation, so I add another, stretching her and preparing her to take my thick cock in its place. Using my thumb, I rub her clit until she’s panting and close to coming before removing myself from her.

I pinch her clit hard and she screams through her orgasm over the music. I don’t let her come down quick enough before I’ve released my cock and it springs free, curving up toward my stomach and ready to be drenched in her.

Fuck.

I slam my cock deep inside her, but she holds tight and doesn’t move from her position—there’s not a millimetre of space between us. I nearly spill my seed right then from how wet and tight she is, her pussy struggling to accommodate my size as my thick cock takes up every inch of space she has.

I withdraw and slam into her again, letting out a moan of my own, and then I can’t stop myself as I piston into her as hard and fast as I can. The noise of my balls slapping against her skin and the sounds of our moans fill the room, creating sensory overload.

“I fucking hate you, mon cauchemar. I’m only doing this for the people that need to be saved. Just because I’m deep inside you doesn’t mean I want you, so you better get used to that now. You’re mine to claim, and I will use you when I need to, do you understand?” I grit the words out.

“Yes,” she gasps out as she clamps around me.

That is the first word she’s said to me since we started. I expected her to bite back—a little seed of doubt threatens to swirl, trying to convince me I’ve taken this too far, but I push it down.

I lean forward and rip the pins off her nipples at the same time she tips over the edge, she comes hard with another scream, and I go with her. My hot cum fills her deep inside as she milks every drop from me.

When I’m finished, I pull out of her roughly and tuck myself away, but she doesn’t move.

I’m not fucking helping her get dressed if that’s what she thinks; I meant every single word I said.

I’m about to turn and tell Nico I’m leaving but am frozen to the spot when I see the evidence of our hate fuck spilling out of her still-exposed pussy.

My cum trickles out of her and threatens to drip onto the floor, and the sight makes me feral.

I shove my thumb inside her to push it back in where it belongs.

She whimpers and it nearly has me ready for round two.

Instead I pull out and use my thumb to trace one line and then another on her right cheek, spelling my initials with my cum and blowing on it to dry.

Satisfied, I walk away from Valeska, leaving her to do whatever the fuck she wants as I try and find my partner then go home.