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“Touch it.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” Valentine says, as I realize he’s been watching me stare at it. “Grab my cock.”
I blink up at him, my mouth falling open as words fail me.
“I-I can’t.”
Valentine’s eyes narrow down at me. My eyes well up with tears of pain as he grabs one of my hands and moves it to his body, even going so far as to wrap my fingers around him.
“Judging by things, I’d say you can,” he growls. “Now, play with it.”
I wince, the pain in my body worsening as I obey.
Touching him does little to allay any fears I might have of his size. Tears spill out over my cheeks as my hand moves up and down along his length, my fingertips not even close to touching.
“Faster,” Valentine orders, and I do my best to obey as he shifts his hips toward me and continues to unwrap the bandages. “Just imagine what Dante would think if he could see you right now.”
Bile rises in the back of my throat at the thought. Of course, Valentine would be the sort of person to make you feel guilty for being a literal hostage to his demands.
“Dante would know better than to think I’m touching you of my own accord,” I bite back.
“You’re right,” he says, and I blink up him in utter shock. “Why don’t we change that?”
“I’d never—"
Valentine grabs either side of my face and pulls me up toward him as he drops back onto his heels.
“I promised you that you’d know my kiss,” he says, the low hum of his voice just barely reaching my ears. “Now, let this be a warning to you that Ialwayskeep my promises.”
I can’t say I’ve ever been more threatened by the promise of a kiss, but I am, and apparently for good reason too.
His eyes drop to my lips as his mouth parts slightly, a strange sweet scent washing over me just before he bends down to fill the space between us.
Our lips meet, and I melt into him.
I don’t know how else to describe it.
A fire unlike anything I’ve felt before flames to life within me, burning away any and all inhibitions along the way.
My mind fogs as I fight to remember why I hate this man, but I can’t.
Even this thought is burned away as Valentine forces his way between my lips. My tongue finds his, and I’m met with a delicately sweet taste as a strange sort of nectar begins to flood my mouth and then slips down my throat.
Almost immediately, I realize I shouldn’t have swallowed, but it’s too late.
The pain dissipates from my body, replaced with a hunger I’ve only ever felt for Dante, Seven, and even Luci … but this hunger is different.
This hunger knows no bounds.
I reach for him, desperately trying to pull myself closer to him, and Valentine reciprocates. One of his hands slips behind my head to allow him to deepen the kiss further as the other drops to wrap my legs around his hips before he presses me back down on the bed.
He shifts his weight over me, repositioning himself as he begins to rub himself against me. I try to pull away to let out a moan, but he doesn’t let me and I end up moaning into his mouth.
This only makes him more excited, and I feel him grow even harder against me.
Inside, my mind wanders, desperately searching for a reminder as to why I’m here and who this man is to me, but I can’t find anything except lust. In this moment, the only thing I know is I’d jump off a cliff for this man, and all he’d have to do is ask.
