were
sharp, hard and deep, specifically targeted at her g-spot. He wanted to mark
her, ward her from any other men that ever came near her. He channelled the
mania he felt into her, tunnelling her core relentlessly. The moans she gave
were a soothing balm to him, she was his. The fluttering of her walls was the
veneration he needed to calm his brewing tempest. He wrapped his hand around
her throat in a tight grip and pulled her body flush against his. He leaned
down into her open mouth as she gasped for air, trying to catch her breath and
spoke in an eerie calm, "I don't share." Knowing he had delivered his
message with the maximum effect he came.
Vlad pulled himself
out of her, released her from his clutches and stepped back. Val's limp body
fell onto the table. He watched his cum ooze out of her core and run down her
inner thighs. Satisfied, he tucked his waning erection back into his pants. Now
she knows, he thought as he walked away.
Val walked into the
bedroom a few minutes later to use the bathroom. He guessed she was cleaning
herself up from the mess he had made. Usually, he was the one to do it by
either retrieving a warm, wet cloth to wipe her down or rinsing her off in the
shower. Today he was not in a particularly caring mood. As the day wore on,
they went about their own work in silence. In the early evening, Val grabbed
her bag and headed for the door.
"Where are you
going?" he asked. It was the first time he'd addressed her since the
incident on the table.
" Uhm … I-I'm going to my place to get some stuff I need for
tomorrow." She failed to make eye contact as she gave her excuse and
stepped out of the door. He knew she was lying but chose to let her go, a bit
of space between them may be what they both needed.
It was getting late
and Val still had not come back. He tried her cell but it was off. He hoped she
was safe but seeing that Vlad never left anything to chance, he pulled on a
jacket and went to find her. After ringing her doorbell he was met by a young,
black man who came to answer. He guessed from the file Mike had sent that this
was Sipho – the other male resident she shared the
house with. He and Jake were the reason he didn't want her staying here.
"I'm here to see
Valerie."
"Oh, I think
she's sleeping," the guy told him.
"Can I come
in?" He would have barged in if not for the sliver of control he was
maintaining as he waited for an invitation to see his woman.
Sipho hesitated and after an assessing gaze that must have given him some kind of
surety, he let Vlad in. He remembered the path to her bedroom from the last
time he had unexpectedly shown up at her pool party. Knocking on the door, he
waited for her to open. When Val came into view, she was dressed in an
oversized t-shirt that showed off her legs but left everything else to his
imagination. She did not look happy to see him.
"Why are you
here?"
"You said you
needed to get some stuff. I didn't know that it would take you hours to do
it."
"I decided to
stay" she stated flatly.
He pushed his way into
her room and closed the door behind him. "Get your stuff. Let's go".
Valerie turned to
look at him. She was incensed at the audacity he had to come to her and make
demands after what he had done. She delivered a slap to his face. "What
the hell is wrong with you?"
"You're the one
who just hit me. I should be asking you that question."
"I'm not a toy
you can use at will and treat any way you feel is appropriate! I am a human
being with thoughts and feelings in case you forgot." Her breathing was
laboured as she spoke and looked at him with disgust.
"I never said
otherwise."
"You didn't need
to say it, but you fucked me like I was one today. What did I even do to you
for you to treat me that way?"
Vladimir clenched his
jaw for the umpteenth time that day. She was bringing up a topic he had already
declared resolved and in doing so she was rekindling his smouldering
discontent. "Nothing, it's settled."
She slapped him
again.
Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team