Stealing Beauty (Stolen 1)

But I couldn’t last. Not when her greedy pussy gripped my cock and she whimpered against my lips in wordless pleas for more.

I pinched her nipples, and she came apart on a tormented shriek. Her core contracted around me, drawing my orgasm from me. Pleasure rolled through my body, tightening my muscles as my cum lashed into her. Her inner walls fluttered around me as the aftershocks of her orgasm raced through her.

I held myself inside her, making sure my seed branded her pussy. Valentina was all mine.Chapter 16Adrián“Why do you need to hurt me?” Valentina asked, snuggling deeper into my side. We’d spent all morning in bed, and we’d already managed to exhaust ourselves by noon.

“I thought you were asleep,” I hedged, kissing the top of her head.

She sighed and propped herself up, so she could spear me with her chocolate gaze. “I’m not asleep. I’m thinking.” She cocked her head at me, and a lock of silky dark hair fell over her eyes. “Why do you need to hurt me?” she repeated. She didn’t appear accusatory, simply curious.

I tucked her hair behind her ear, smoothing it into place. “Don’t you like when I make you hurt?”

She flushed. “You know I do. But I don’t understand it. Why are we like this?”

My brows drew together. “Would you prefer I made gentle love to you?” I asked harshly to cover the twisting pain in my chest. I couldn’t bear it if she rejected me now. “That’s not who I am, Valentina. You know it’s not. It never has been.”

She trailed her fingertips over my clenched jaw, soothing me. “I know it’s not. I accept you, Adrián. I love you. All of you. But I just want to understand.”

I pushed up off my back, shifting my body so we were both propped up. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her against me again, tucking her into my side. She fit there perfectly.

I took a deep breath. I wasn’t really one for introspection, and I definitely didn’t bare my soul to anyone.

Except her. I could share anything with my Valentina. I trusted her with my life, my heart.

I began to run my fingers through her hair, stroking her in a familiar, obsessive rhythm.

“You remember what it was like in my father’s house,” I said, my voice turning rougher with dark memories. “You know how Vicente encouraged Hugo to dole out his discipline.”

My father’s right-hand man had lived on our estate when I was a child. He took care of everything Vicente would rather not deal with. Like his son.

My mother hadn’t been around to raise me. I think Vicente would have preferred that, but she managed to escape him. He’d taken a liking to her when she’d been traveling in Bogotá—father’s mistress, Mariana, had once told me that my mother had been a British tourist. Vicente got her pregnant, and he tried to keep her.

I didn’t know the details of how she got away from my father. All I knew was that she abandoned me, leaving me to be raised as Vicente’s heir.

That was all I’d ever been to him: an heir, not a beloved son. He hadn’t even cared enough to punish me when I stepped out of line in a pathetic cry for attention.

He’d left that boring duty to Hugo.

Hugo hadn’t found it boring. He’d enjoyed beating me.

“I know Hugo hurt you,” Valentina said quietly, pressing her palm over my heart. “You kept me safe from him.”

Something tightened in the pit of my stomach. Yes, I’d taken beatings when I’d defended Valentina from Hugo’s lecherous intentions. She’d been little more than a girl, and he’d wanted to defile her.

“I didn’t keep you safe,” I said, my words rough with anguish. “I didn’t come back for you in time. I let him have you. I let him hurt you.”

She shushed me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips despite the cruel way I gripped her hair.

“I’m with you now,” she promised, staring into my eyes. She looked at me with trust and devotion. Peering into her pure soul helped calm my mounting rage.

I eased my grip on her hair and resumed stroking her. “You wanted to understand why we’re like this,” I said, returning to the present. “You’re the only person I’ve ever loved. I love you so much, it burns inside. I need you to fear me, to love me. To worship me. I have to own you, because you own me.” The words were drawn from my soul, pouring out like a confession. “That’s why I have to hurt you, Valentina. Because that’s the only way I know how to love. And I taught you that love comes with pain. You were trapped in my father’s house. You only had me to love. I didn’t care that you didn’t have a choice. I still don’t care, as long as you’re mine.”