I lower my eyes. Next to the gun is his bulge—a lot bigger than the gun.
I gasp once again. The man is huge. He doesn’t need a gun to kill me.
“You and that little red bikini getting into mischief again.” Valerian’s voice scratches against his throat. He steps closer, his face darkened over.
The drapes are shut, one leak of light escapes through the gap. It lands on Valerian’s chest, bringing attention to the area. His muscles work under the shirt. I could spend all day outlining each one with my finger.
But he’d probably chop the finger off. He looks like he wants to murder me.
“I told you not to touch yourself,” he grunts. He folds his arms over his chest, regarding me. “You betrayed me.”
“Not my fault you left me hanging last night.”
“Hm.” He takes another step forward, trailing a finger along his jaw. “I know you want me to fuck you, sweetheart. The question is—will you be able to handle it?” His eyes cut across the room at me. “I don’t go soft.”
Good. That’s not what I want from him.
I’m attracted to Valerian because he’s a mafia leader, which translates to him being rough. Unpredictable. Basically, everything I’ve been lacking in life.
My heart hammers in my chest as he holds eye contact with me. This feels very intimate. He’s not even inside of me.
I feel his eyes moving things around in my soul, like he’s seeing me for what I really am.
I don’t even know who I am. But he seems to think he’s got me figured.
The mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed. He keeps watching me. “My son has made you desperate.” His laugh is guttural, coming deep from his throat. “I suppose I do indeed have something to thank him for. Look at you.” He trails hiseyes up and down my writhing body. “Such a dirty little thing. God, imagine if you stayed with my son and went ahead with the marriage? You’d be trapped forever, living a poor, uneventful vanilla life. Look at yourself, Joy.” Valerian takes off from the bed.
I watch, holding my breath in anticipation, hoping for another prop.
Holy shit.
He drags a full-length mirror away from the wall, placing it in front of the bed.
Dusting off his hands, he gestures to the mirror. “Take a look at yourself, sweetheart.” He walks around the bed, returning to me. “See here—how flustered you are for me.” He trails his finger along my cheek. “And here.” He stops at my lips. “How heavy you’re breathing.” He pauses for a moment. And then he suddenly grabs one of my breasts though the red bikini, squeezing, causing a moan to fall right out.
I watch us in the mirror, how big he is compared to me.
“Feel how fast your chest is rising and falling as you struggle to catch your breath.”
I keep watching my reflection, seeing Valerian move around me.
His fingertips play with my bikini strap. He grabs the strap tight. And then pulls.
My breasts bounce out.
Valerian watches me in the mirror, his huge hands gliding over each breast. I see how hard my nipples are, how I react when he catches one between two of his fingers, rubbing, pinching.
God, he’s right. I’m a total mess for him.
The metal handcuffs clang against the headboard each time I spasm.
“Now, sweetheart,” continues Valerian. “Take a good look at yourself down here.” He hooks his fingers under my bikini bottoms the same way, pulling.
The strings give way, the material falling.
He slides the bikini bottoms away from me, leaving me completely nude.
Valerian shuffles down on the bed to my thighs. Catching my eyes in the mirror, he opens my legs.