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

I was strong.

A lone tear fell down my cheek, and I didn’t dare swipe it away. I didn’t dare to move. My eyes opened, and I stared at the floor in front of me.

Valentin walked closer, and his shoes touched my knees, a silent command. I spread my thighs wider.

I could feel his gaze on my skin, scorching me with its uninvited lust. Disgust rolled underneath my skin, but still, I didn’t move.

I waited. And waited.

He touched my hair, his fingers gentle at first. It was an illusion, because mere seconds later, his touch changed.

Valentin gripped my hair, twisting it around his wrist before snapping my head back. My neck ached at the sudden brutal touch, but I didn’t wince or flinch. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt.

I breathed through my nose and tried to calm my wild, hurting heart. His smile made me nauseous, and his touch caused my skin to crawl, like thousands of tiny insects were moving under my skin, itching and bruising me.

I bled from inside, from my broken heart.

“Come do your wifely duties,” he said.

His words were a slap to my face, reminding me who I really was, who I really belonged to.

Valerie Solonik.

His wife.

And it was time to pleasure my husband.

The fantasyland where I created my own story, where Viktor was my husband—it was just a dream and it would only ever be a dream.

The heartache caused by the realization was painful. I was robbed of my breath. How gullible and naïve I was.

I had let myself get swept away by Viktor and forgot my reality.

Valentin walked away, and I stood up, following after him as he went into the bathroom. My throat was tight, and my tongue felt heavy in my mouth.

He stood still as I started to undress him, removing his shirt first and then his pants. I even helped him take off his newly polished, expensive shoes.

Valentin stood naked in front of me, his leering eyes watching as I took off my dress and underwear.

He didn’t touch me, yet I had to touch him. I was forced to touch him.

We got into the shower, the water cascading around us. He reached out and touched my cheek, his fingers going lower and then pinching my nipple.

I gasped silently at the pain, but it was quickly gone when he let go. I swallowed nervously, almost choking on my own distress. My breath caught in my chest as I started to wash him.

My movement was slow, making sure I was washing him properly. I remembered his furious face when I would hurry and mess even this simple task. My lessons were learned in the most painful way.

My punishments were carried out to be remembered and never forgotten.

The horror I would go through as I was made to feel—I felt them every time he touched me. Even if sometimes his touch was gentle, I would remember the times when he hurt me.

I remembered the times when blood would pool between my legs after the nights he would use me so relentlessly and unforgivingly.

My task was carried out perfectly, like a trained slave. I knelt at his feet, washing his legs. His length hardened, and I closed my eyes.

The water continued to cascade around us, washing away my tears.

I lost control, but I knew he wouldn’t see my weakness. I breathed through my nose and then opened my eyes. My skin prickled, hating what was coming next.

My stomach rolled, yet I continued with my wifely duties. Taking his hardness in my hand, I pumped him once and then twice. Even though my ears were useless, I imagined him hissing in pleasure.

I looked up to see his eyes closed, his head thrown back and his smirk in place. My chest tightened, and my eyes burned with more tears as I moved closer.

My lips parted, and I took his cock in my mouth.

Heaviness settled in my stomach, and I fought against the urge to retch. His fingers wrapped around my hair, and he controlled my movement.

Valentin took my mouth hard, fucking it without a second thought. I gagged and struggled against the intrusion, yet he didn’t seem to care.

He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath as he pumped his cock in my mouth. He kicked open my thighs, forcing them apart. I gasped when he pushed his foot hard against my core.

I tried to close my legs, but Valentin snapped my head forward, hard onto his length, and he hit the back of my throat.

Dizziness consumed me, the world swirling around me. My eyes blurred, black spots appearing in front of my sight. The warmth of the water was almost too much, my body heating, and I was floating.

Higher and higher, leaving the pain behind. Closing my eyes, I surrendered.

My body was limp in his hold as he continued to use my mouth. When his cum filled my mouth, I gagged and sputtered. He slipped out past my lips, the rest of his semen covering my body.