I glance in Valerian’s direction. He offers me some reassurance. And that actually calms some of my nerves.
“Let me give you a word of advice, son,” says Valerian. “Framing someone for tax evasion is all well and good. But leave the innocent people out of it. It increases your chances of being caught.”
“Oh,” laughs Igor. “You wanna talk about innocents?”
“Niko!” shouts Valerian at the top of his lungs. His voice echoes through the room.
Each reply is making me wetter.
I’ve never heard him shout like this before. But it fills me with excitement, adrenaline coursing through my veins again. He’s so powerful. I’m pretty sure he controls air, and the rate in which it flows in and out of me.
Footsteps pound on the polished floor. Nikolai enters. Valerian doesn’t need to give the man any instructions. He assumes his position and grabs Igor, pinning his hands behind his back, escorting him out.
Valerian turns around, sighing when he hears the main door close. He rakes a hand through his silver-streaked hair, looking me up and down.
“Apologies.” He stalks back toward me. “Here. Let me take this.” He grabs the nightdress I’m still holding. And removes it.
Air rushes straight to my nipples. I part my legs. Feel the cool air run over my exposed pussy.
Valerian holds onto the nightdress, his eyes skimming over my body. My skin prickles. I need him back between my legs. I have hope of being able to breathe properly again if he can finish what he started.
I spread my legs, tilting my hips. Letting him see me.
“Please,” I gasp. “Let's finish what we started.”
Valerian leans in. He plants a kiss on my pussy, lingering there a while. His breath bristles my clit.
I slam into his face.
And he pulls back.
“I’ll be the only man to touch you from now on, sweetheart.”
My pulse spikes.
“Under my roof, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. I get to decide when you come. Until then, I need you to wait.”
13
JOY
The following morning,I decide to take a swim to clear my head.
I stand over the pool. It glistens blue in the summer sun. It’s not exactly the Pacific Ocean, but it’ll do. For now.
This is my third day living here. The wedding is still pretty fresh. It’s not a good time to escape yet. But I’m starting to take notes. I know where the guards stand. When they swap shifts. There’s a day shift and a night shift. Two teams for each. They swap over in the middle of their shifts.
I lay low in the pool, floating at the surface as I watch the guards change over. The two stationed at the side gate look like they’re friends. They spend two minutes talking, neither one of them looking out and doing their jobs.
Their laughter trickles through the garden. I’d love to know what’s so funny. I’m sure the news of Igor interrupting me and Valerian yesterday in the dining hall has made its rounds.
Hilarious for them. A real pain in the ass for me.
Valerian told me I can’t touch myself.
Him saying that only made me more sexually frustrated.
My head hit the pillow last night and I was out for the entire night. I guess I was more exhausted than I thought.