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His mouth thins, and I can’t help but admire the sculpted lines of his face. Like he was carved out of stone. He looks so much older than his seventeen years, and so very little like the mousey boy who tried so foolishly to save me all those years ago.
“He smells good,” I whisper, anxious energy coursing through my limbs, settling my skin abuzz. “Like some fancy cologne. Is that what you like? Fancy things. Fancy car, fancy school, fancy boyfriend, fancy life.”
“Shut up.”
My heart thrashes around in my chest. “I could be fancy for you. Tell me what you like, and I’ll find it. I’ll get it. Anything you want.”
Heat flares in his gaze, before icing over. “What’s wrong with you?”
I reach forward, tiptoeing my fingers up his chest. He sucks in a breath, just as I arch my neck, pressing it further into the curve of his hand. “You should know.”
He tenses.
My lashes flutter. “Tell me, Vale DuPont.” Something cracks in his expression, and I know I’m getting warmer. Closer. I’m nanoseconds away from breaking him wide open. “How is it that you got to live the Cinderella fairytale, while I was left to roam the gutters with the other rats?”
He seethes, and I push up on my toes, getting right in his face. “Do you remember what it feels like? The blood. The—”
He slaps me across the face.
Hard.
I think it catches him off guard more than it does me, but still. Ow.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice, Valeykins,” I say, pouting as I rub my cheek. Poking my tongue around, I’m not surprised when I taste a hint of copper.
My dick gives a jolt. Fuckkkkk.
His eyes are so dark, I can see my reflection in their glassy pools. He looks fucking possessed. Fucking sexy.
“Touchy, are we?” I whisper. “And to think, I’m the one with the so-called temper.”
He shoves me, and the next thing I know I’m flat on my back with one pissed off quarterback seizing me by the neck. I’m beginning to think he has a fetish for this.
Air wheezes out of me, before getting cut off. Only this time, it’s not his hands stealing what little air I had left…
But his lips.
I freeze, my brain stalling as I try to catch up to what’s happening.
He pinches my cheeks with one hand, while the other remains clamped around my neck, holding my head in place as he fuses his mouth to mine. Crushing me with bruising force.
He’s kissing and gripping me so fucking hard, I’m pretty sure my teeth are about to burst through my skin. Like my brain’s about to pop out of my ears.
I feel my legs trying to kick out from under him, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger than me. And it’s not even like I want to escape. If anything, I just want to curl them around him to keep him here. Never let him go.
But he won’t let me.
Not that I think I need to.
He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon, if his biting kisses and the boner jabbing me in the stomach are anything to go by.
It’s a full-on assault to my senses. He’s all I taste, all I see, all I smell, and all I hear. And he’s the only thing I can feel.
His strong thighs straddle my waist as he grinds that big dick of his against my stomach, seeking friction. I can feel my skimpy little toga loosening from his rough, desperate movements. I arch up, thrusting, seeking more friction in the only way I can. Which is not very much.
He pulls back suddenly, releasing me completely. But he still sits on me, so my pitiful whine of protest is simply just that: pitiful.
Vale’s lips are wet and swollen, and his cheeks are flushed. Messy dark brown hair flops over his brow, and I realize this is the most unkempt I’ve seen him since I moved to Crowley.
