I stare into the mirror, watching myself. My breath hitches. I only ever see myself naked in the mirror after showering. And it’sneverfrom this angle.
“Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” grunts Valerian. He grabs the insides of my thighs, keeping me still. And wide open. “Take a look at your pussy and see how wet you are.” He turns around, looking at me properly again. “Look at how your body is screaming at you to listen to it. Look me in the eye and tell me you still want that boring, uneventful vanilla life.”
“I’m not even with your son anymore. I broke?—”
“Yes. But cycles tend to repeat until we learn our lesson.”
“And what’s your lesson?” I tip my chin, challenging him. “What cycle areyourepeating?”
Valerian sniggers. “Leaders don’t have cycles. That’s why they lead.”
I’m not so sure about that.
Valerian rises above me. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing muscle after muscle.
My mouth gapes as I take him in. He’s marked by tattoos and scars, his bronzed skin entirely covered with them.
As usual, a shadow falls over me as he consumes my vision. He’s all I see. I should be mad about that, given the circumstances. But he’s right. My body has been screaming at me for a while now.
And I’m only just waking up.
“Look me in the eyes,printsessa,”he says. “Tell me you weren’t made for a boring vanilla life. And then I’ll fuck you.”
“You don’t know a single thing about?—”
“Tell me.” He raises his voice. “Or I leave you here to waste away, handcuffed to my bed.”
That might be worse than murder.
I try to clench my thighs together. But Valerian won’t let me. He keeps his hands on my inner thighs, forcing them apart.
“Tell me,printsessa.”
“Yes. It’s not what I want.”
“Great.” He flashes me a mischievous grin. “Now, let’s see if you can take me. Legs up to your chest.” He gets me into position, bringing the tops of my thighs to my breasts. “Good girl.”
My heart thumps in my chest.
Valerian keeps his hand on my legs. He uses the other to free himself, fiddling with his flyer, the belt buckle clanging as he slips it from the loops and throws it away.
“Fuck.” I cuss when I see his cock for the first time.
Holy hell. That’s a lot of inches.
He moves closer to me, keeping my legs wide. And without any warning, he thrusts all the way into me.
I cry out, choking on air as I accommodate his size. I feel new muscles stretching. There’s pain. Of course there is. But I live in that pain. I thrive on it.
He withdraws, just to thrust back in. And he goes deeper. It’s more than I’ve ever taken.
But the pleasure is so great it’s blinding.
I shut my eyes and let my walls stretch around him.
The pain lingers, but it’s just proof that he’s really inside me. I’m chained to a bed being fucked by my ex-fiancé’sdad.
I let that sink in as Valerian pounds into me.