Page 54 of Weeping Roses
“I don’t.”
My concern is growing, and he smiles. “You know more than they would like, so it’s imperative you act dumb.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard.” I sigh and a shiver passes through me as he takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine.
“We will solve this mystery, Polly, and you will be safe.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Valentin.”
I have no faith in this at all while there is a murderer loose who may be coming for me next and I’m surprised when Valentin tilts my face to his and whispers in a deep voice, “I won’t let anything happen to you, Polly, even if I must keep you by my side for eternity.”
“That’s a long time?” I stare at him in shock and his eyes glitter as he whispers, “The longer, the better.”
As he kisses me, my heart races at his words. What does that mean? Will I ever be free of him? Do I want to be?
For some reason, his words have chased the demons away and left hope in their place. Will he honor that and never leave? Is he just saying it to reassure me so I cooperate with him, or is there a chance this may work after all?
Despite my fear, I can think of nothing but him when he is around. He consumes my mind, my heart, and my body. I want him whenever he throws his lusty gaze in my direction, and this is no exception.
He lifts my sweatshirt over my head and growls his appreciation that I’m naked underneath. My hands push under his shirt and touch a body I will never tire of. Despite my fear, I am unraveling with a different emotion this time. I want him so badly I shove aside the bad thoughts and focus on the good ones.
He is still here and I am in his arms. It’s all I want, more than anything right now, and as his kiss deepens and he pushes me back on the bed, he pulls my sweatpants off with an impatient hiss.
I watch in heated anticipation as he removes his own pants and as he stares at my body with the expression a man who takes what he wants, I shiver in anticipation.
He traps me between his arms and stares deep into my eyes and whispers huskily, “I’m going to practice what I’ll do to you in the restaurant in New York.”
“Okay.” I smile shyly and he grins, dipping his head to my neck and licking a trail up to my face.
“You taste good, malyshka.”
“What are you tasting?”
I play along and he replies, “Sweet strawberries.”
“I like strawberries.” I shiver as he moves further down and sucks a nipple into his mouth and, as his tongue circles it, he groans his appreciation.
“Now you taste different. Chocolate, I think.”
“Milk or plain?” I gasp as he turns his attention to the other one.
“Never plain with you, Polly. Soft, sweet velvet luxury, my own brand of decadence.”
I moan as he licks a path to my clit and swipes his tongue around it and then says gruffly, “A soft center by the taste of it. Sticky delight, pure fucking honey on my tongue.”
“Oh, fuck, Valentin, this is torturous.” I moan as he flicks my clit with his tongue and my legs spread open, begging him inside.
His thumb caresses my sodden clit, and he says softly, “This dish is ready.”
“It didn’t take long.” I gasp as his cock hovers at my entrance and I am desperate to feel it inside me, knowing for the shortest time he will be mine and only mine.
He pushes in and my eyes roll back in my head as I savor every minute of him. I love how he stretches me, how he dives deep inside as if he has every right to be there. When Valentin fucks me, the world stops and time takes a breath because nothing else matters more than the moment he is mine.
He grips my face in his hand and says roughly, “Watch me dominate your body, Polly. Look at the man who owns it now.”
My eyes flicker open and I should be very afraid of what I see reflected in them, because there is a possessive fury that tells me he’s not wrong. He does own me. He is proving that now because there is nothing or nobody in my life who compares to him. He is the dark knight in my fairy tale who I am hoping can save me from the dragon. Will he succeed? I wouldn’t put money on his failing and as he rips the orgasm from inside me with brutal force, I stare into the eyes of the devil as he claims my soul.
CHAPTER 31