The Mafia and His Obsession Part 2 (Tainted Hearts 5)

Valentin huffed, bringing my attention back to him. I watched as he crawled over Valerie’s body. The sick feeling was back again, and I almost retched. My throat worked against me, and I fought the urge to gag. Instead, I threw more brandy down my throat. I felt the burn, and I sucked in a deep breath.

“Your loss then. But at least sit and watch. Maybe you will change your mind. My offer still stands, son.”

Fuck you.

He was a sick bastard, but so was I. The pain intensified when I chose to settle on the couch. My eyes never left them.

I chose to watch; I chose to protect Valerie from afar.

My finger clenched around the glass, and I felt it crack under the pressure. I softened the hold and then poured more brandy into the cup from the bottle.

I was tempted…so fucking tempted to reach for the knife that I knew was still in the back of my shoe, near my ankle. I imagined reaching for him and sinking the blade into Valentin’s throat. I imagined his blood pouring around us, and I imagined staring into his eyes as he took his last breath.

But I couldn’t…

Irritation grew inside me, and the pain never left, never diminished. It only intensified with each passing second.

Valentin seemed to enjoy this show, before he was laughing into Valerie’s ears, mocking her helplessness.

He pulled the pillow from between her legs and pushed her onto her back. Her legs opened instinctively, although I knew…it wasn’t voluntarily. It was the drugs.

It made her like this…want this…need this…even though the depth of her was bleeding.

I could hear her soul crying and my own, responding to her cries.

Like a vulture, Valentin fed on her silent agony.

Thump. Beat. Thump. Beat.

I wasn’t as heartless as I thought.

Guilt niggled me. Shame strangled me. Pain became a consistent wave.

Valentin grinned wolfishly. He settled himself between her trembling legs, and I watched as he pushed her knee upward, forcing her fully open for him.

I gagged into my brandy but continued to gulp it down. It kept me seated when all I wanted to do was lurch forward and rip my Valerie away from his arms.

“You little slut,” he snapped bitterly when Valerie continued to stay silent. “Your cunt is so fucking wet. Look at you. Hear yourself.”

I watched as he landed a slap between her thighs, right above her core. I heard the sound, heard the wet fucking sound her pussy made when he hit her there.

Valerie’s body jumped, and she trembled at the assault.

Valentin laughed. “This just made you even wetter.”

She writhed, both trying to dislodge his hold and trying to move closer to him. The drugs were affecting her sense, her body wasn’t her own, and no matter how hard she tried, her mind wouldn’t work into her favor.

Valentin grunted, and he pushed two fingers inside of her. “Ah fuck, Viktor. If only you could feel how good and tight she stretches around my fingers.”

I stayed silent, swallowing my anger…my self-loathing…my need to maim and kill.

Valerie pushed harder against Valentin’s hand, and I could almost hear her desperate whimpers. I saw his eyes growing darker…evil…he craved her sounds of pleasure and pain.

I watched as he finger-fucked her with confident, slow strokes. He was dragging out the suspense, pulling her pleasure and leaving her on edge.

I knew what he was doing.

Valentin wanted to break her.

To break her…he needed to have Valerie hate herself.

And the more she responded to him, the more she silently begged, the more she wanted this…my sweet Valerie would hate herself, fraction by fraction, until she would loathe her very existence.

Rape was never the easiest.

But the hardest thing to ever experience was pleasure during your rape.

I knew this was going to scar her.

Just like it was scarring my own soul.

These wounds wouldn’t…couldn’t heal.

I didn’t know how…to mend these broken pieces again.

I watched as Valentin pulled his fingers away, and in one long stroke, he plunged inside Valerie. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, her back bowing and her body convulsing. Her hands were on his shoulders and she clawed at him.

He didn’t move, but she was practically humping him, thrusting against his cock.

Valentin smirked, glancing my way. “Do you see this? The little whore can’t say no to my dick. Just look at her, milking my cock like a fucking pro.”

Valerie’s gaze found mine and she begged me.

I didn’t know for what, but I could tell…she was asking me for something.

To save her, maybe.

But I couldn’t. I fucking couldn’t.

She sniffled when Valentin started thrusting, forcing himself inside her body. The sound of skin slapping together, the sound of her pussy…the smell of sex filled the room.

It hurt.

It killed me.

My fists clenched when Valentin’s words traveled to my ears. “You are nothing unless I deem you to be something. And right now, you’re just a little fuck toy who is going to carry my cum in your tight little cunt. Aren’t you, Valeria?”