The Mafia and His Obsession: Part 1 (Tainted Hearts 4)

I internally smiled. It appears I have won your trust when it comes to Valerie.

“Why do you need someone to guard her?” I asked, acting curious for his sake.

He blinked and then looked at me like I was stupid. “To keep an eye on her.”

I laughed, mocking him in his face. “You look and sound weak, Valentin Solonik. Having a bodyguard twenty-four-seven, watching a helpless woman. It doesn’t leave a good impression on you. If anyone ever finds out, they would think you’re useless.”

My words made him straighten his back, and he gave me an emotionless look. But I knew I had hit the target, so I continued.

“Even I thought you were weak. And the moment someone thinks you are…weak, then you’re going down.” With my hand, I made an act of an airplane crashing down. Just for the effect.

He swallowed hard and stayed silent. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, my words taking root deep within.

“You don’t need a guard for her. A woman like her doesn’t need guarding. We can’t waste manpower on her. Fuck, she looks as dumb as they come.”

The words tasted bitter on my lips, and my fingers dug into my knees, hating myself for even saying those words.

And I hated myself more when I opened my mouth again.

“Please tell me she at least sucks dick good.”

Valentin laughed at my words, like we were best buddies sharing a joke. I wanted to punch him in the face and then gouge his eyes out.

“Oh, she does. She’s a fucking professional. Her pussy will suck your cock just as nicely.” He winked before standing up.

My heart clenched, but I kept my eyes on Valentin. I didn’t let him see my weakness.

I didn’t let him see that Valerie—my beautiful nun—was my weakness.

I played the cards right. I became Konstantin, and I gained his trust.

“The image is making me fucking hard, Valentin. Looks like I need to find some whores and a pussy to dip my cock in.” I chuckled and stood up. “Or an ass. I don’t mind breaking and fucking some tight assholes.”

Valentin smiled sinisterly and clasped me on my back. “I’ll send a virgin pussy and ass for you. Have fun tonight, son,” he said.

I nodded, even though I was shaking with fury inside. “Best fucking idea you’ve had in a long time, old man.”

He winked and then started to walk away. “It looks like I will be having my fun too. Time to see my wife.”

Valentin walked out of the door, and I stood frozen—silent. My breath left me in a loud whoosh, and my knees weakened.

I closed my eyes and turned my head toward the ceiling, trying to get rid of this sick feeling inside of me.

My heart clenched, and I couldn’t breathe. My stomach churned painfully, and I fought against the urge to retch at the thought of Valentin touching my sweet Valerie.

I am sorry, silent myshka.

Chapter 23

Valerie

All the hopes that I had shattered at the sight of my husband walking inside my room.

The dreams I had been holding on to—Viktor’s touch, his kisses, his gentle hold, everything flashed in front of my eyes.

And then they came to a screeching halt, like I was suddenly submerged under cold water and drowning. In my mind, I was gasping for breath, struggling to stay afloat. Struggling to just breathe, but then I would be pushed under the water again. Drowning again.

Drowning in my own fear and sorrow. I was withering in the darkness.

Through blurred eyes, I watched my nightmare walk forward. He walked slowly, his gaze tracking his prey, his victim.

He smirked so sinisterly, and I shuddered, my whole body trembling in fear and agony. I hated his touch.

And now I hated it even more. Only because I knew how it felt to be touched differently.

Valentin stopped at the foot of the bed. He tugged at his tie, pulling it over his head, and then throwing it on the bed. His suit jacket came off next, and he rolled his sleeves up before starting to unbutton his shirt.

He raised a dark eyebrow, waiting. My heart stuttered painfully, and my training kicked in. My mouth parted in a silent cry as I knew I broke another rule.

Always kneel.

I was going to be punished.

Quickly getting off the bed, I knelt at the side. Sitting back on my heels, I pulled my dress up over my knees and spread my thighs a little. My head bowed in submission, and I waited.

I blinked the tears away and took a deep breath.

Strong. Be strong. You aren’t weak, Valerie.

I repeated the words over and over again in my head. Closing my eyes, I willed myself to be strong.

Valentin would break me. He would hurt me. Humiliate me. Cause me indescribable pain.

But I was going to stand up again.