20. Valentin

TWENTY

Valentin

T aking the path that will cause the least amount of headache I hold on to Dani as we leave. I want to kill someone, feel my anger being pushed into something else that's not me. All fucking night she's been attached to Tali, her tongue down his fucking throat and their hands all over each other. It's like I'm not even here, disrespectful fucks.Ana punching me in the ribs didn't get any of it loose and if she ever becomes anything other than malnourished I'm kicking the shit out of her.

Dani has sobered up, but I still grab her arm, pretending to steady her as I drag her towards my car. There's no fucking world where she goes home with my brother, and I won't relive my teenage years of watching them laugh as they get out of bed. Always fucking together. She doesn't belong in anyone's bed but mine. Her mouth is mine, her hands, her laughs, her smiles. Everything belongs to me, and it has done since she removed it from my life by being selfish.

Any calmness I could have gained from the walk to the car is demolished as she sits without any argument, pulls the door closed to breathe against the window and make a heart on the glass for the fuckers parked beside me. A heart. My fucking artist who shows her feelings with her fingertips wastes her air on those cunts while refusing to say a word to me.

I don't start the engine or move any more than what's required to keep me alive as I watch the others drive away. If I do, my hand will be wrapped around her throat, and I'll fuck her with them as an audience so they can all see she's mine. The other fuckers leave, and Dani comes alive with her anger, her knuckles slapping off my arm as her voice turns high pitched and squeaky, cute as fuck.

"Why did you have to embarrass her? It's horrible and she's young."

I have no idea who she's talking about I just want her to touch me again.She roughly grabs my jaw to turn my head towards her. So fucking beautiful it nearly distracts me from what she's done. Speaking over whatever dumb shit she feels the need to question me on, my voice hardens as I spit out, "Do you fuck all your friends , or was tonight a one off?"

A bitter scoff leaves her pretty little lips as she rears back, shaking her head. "Why do you care? You had someone sat on top of you before you went to fuck her in the back room."

Her jealousy is like aloe on a burn, soothing me and promising to stop the hurt. Holding her chin between my thumb and finger I move closer and look for the truth in her eyes.

"Jealous?" I hum. "You could have joined us if you needed me that badly."

She doesn't react how I expect, and the twisted smile fills me with awe as she smooths her hand around my neck to my nape and pushes her chest forward, bringing as much of her body into contact with mine as possible. Her husky voice touches my lips and she's a siren, I can only focus on the melodious sound and not the words.

"I would have taken her from you and made you face the wall. Dirty little sluts don't get what they want."

When the brain between my ears comes back online I'm fucked because she's overwriting all of my fantasies.I thought she was the good girl, the one to stay at home and paint shit, she was my peace when we were kids. But she's a fucking problem as an adult. She's the perfect person, not just physically. Dani, my artist, was crafted by both the devil and angels to make her sinful divinity.

Her breath hitches as I stroke my knuckles down the column of her throat, and I resist the urge to feel it against my palm. My voice is low, conversational, as I watch my hand move.

"Call me a slut again," I look up to meet her eyes, they're swallowed with lust as I wait for her lips to part and issue my promise, "and I'll drag you out of this car by your hair and fuck you on the street."

I want her to do it, to fucking challenge me and call my bluff.

She straightens her shoulders and my eyes close at the feeling of her lips ghosting over my cheek. Her lips touch my ear with every syllable that leaves her sinful mouth.

"You. Are. A. Filthy. Whore." Stroking down my chest, she cups my dick, and her sweet reprimand has me wanting to offer her anything for the chance of more. "If only you were a good boy."

Copying her words, I grip her throat and pull her to me until I'm speaking against her lips. "If only you weren't a beautiful fucking liar."

There's no fire in her eyes due to anger, my artist is fucked over me. Just like I am her. She strokes my length and squeezes, moaning as though she's getting any relief despite the need to be stubborn.

"Don't call me beautiful," she grits.

Pulling her over the center console, I slam my lips on hers, stopping any more fucking bullshit coming out. There are no words that are needed, we've always been connected since the moment she popped up behind me and she's never left my mind since.

Holding her hips, I give us both what we need, grinding her against me, and a promise of more. Her dress has ridden up, giving me the perfect amount of space to hold her beautiful ass and anger mixes with my lust at not feeling any barrier. My teeth come, out digging into her cheek as I move down to her neck, with the roughness in my hands flowing into my words.

"Why the fuck are you bare?!"

She grabs my hair in her fist and pulls me back with a scoff. "Why are you complaining?!"

She had her legs wrapped around the shithead, fucking sat on his thigh without anything covering her pretty little cunt. Right now, she meets my eagerness as she seals her lips over mine shutting everything else out and her hands are on me again. Fuck, no wonder her sculptures are always amazing, anything her hand touches comes to life and becomes gold.

The seat screeches as I recline it back fully so I can watch her in the low light. The sound mixes with my hand cracking off her ass. She moans into my mouth and she's fucking soaked. My sweet little Dani is soaked, and she likes me being rough. Cupping her pussy from behind, I press two fingers through her slit and beg for her to soothe me again. "Who are you dripping for?"

She undoes my belt and takes my dick out. Her answer is supposed to hurt me, reduce me down to nothing as she strokes me from base to tip. "For this, not you."

It has the opposite effect; I want her to use me. I need her to get off on me and only me.

She falls forward as I slap her ass with the tips of my fingers, and I sit up as I pull her dress over her head. Whatever fucking games she wants to play will have us both being winners. Rolling the window down, I throw her dress out and wrap her hair around my fist. She's fully naked, not a stitch to cover her and nothing but my dream come to life.

She continues stroking my dick and I tense every muscle in my body to stop from blowing before I get inside her. All of my dreams war with the facts that she left me. I have her here, the only woman I would make my wife, she was supposed to be the mother of my kids, and I can't fucking take it. So, I punish her for fucking with my head and bite into her neck. I don't soothe the sting with my tongue as I move further down towards her collarbones and her hips rock. I move back giving her space to ride me, but she has the most beautifully twisted smile on her face.

Her eyes lock on to mine as she spits down over the tip and I thrust up, fucking her fist.

"You owe me a new dress," she argues pointlessly.

Nodding along with her because I'd sign over my soul as long as she keeps touching me, the evil spark in her big brown eyes makes them glow. She's fucking amazing and turns my face to the side to give her order directly into my ear.

"You're going to taste what you'll never get again."

Moving my hand from between her thighs, I try to pull her up to sit on my face, but she tuts.

The innocent little artist is fake as fuck. My beautiful Dani is a vixen, and she swaps my dick for my wrist. She has full control of me, mentally and physically, as she positions my fingers against my lips. Her voice softens into a coo as she taps the digits against my bottom lip.

"Open up baby."

Fuck, her sweetness explodes against my tongue as I do as I'm told, and she lifts on her knees in reward to give me relief. Using my dick to circle her clit she strokes further down and teases us both. I wait until she's positioned me at her entrance to thrust up, taking over her game.

Fuck me, she's heaven with a thin layer of hell and packaged in the pearly gates themselves.

"Fuck, Val."

Grinding up into her, I massage down her back and work on leaving my mark against her neck. Her fingers dig into my chest and a moan wraps around the words that are supposed to put me down.

"Such a dirty slut," she whispers, "you couldn't wait for my pussy could you?"

It's more awe filled, as though she craves my obsession as much as I do. Holding her hips, I bounce her on my dick and spill all our horrible truths. "You're going to be my little whore, to use and fill whenever I want until you're round with my kid."

The way she moves is erotic as fuck. I'm inside of her and jealous of myself. Undulating her hips, she clenches around me, and my knees are weak. She drops her weight forward and catches herself, holding the side of the headrest and cocooning us away from the world as her hair forms a curtain around our heads. There's no conviction in her breathless delusion as she lies, "Last time I let you inside me."

Massaging her ass while I rock her back into me, Dani moans and sings my fucking name.

"Fuck, more Val."

The best sounds in the world live in her throat and I can feel them vibrating through her chest. Stroking across my shoulders and down my arms, she pulls on my wrists moving my hands to her chest. Her tits are amazing, moldable, and comforting as she sits up and holds my knees, chasing her release.

I can feel her heart racing against my cheeks as I bury my face between her tits. The whimper floating out of her mouth as I trail my tongue in a line to her nipple bounces around the car. Flicking her pebbled peak, I hold her euphoria hostage and pull my hips back.

"Lie to me," I beg, "tell me you're mine."

She strokes my hair back with a gentle hand and she's crueler than I've ever been.

"You are the most beautiful lie I ever told myself."

Every fucked up thing I've done is being repaid with how that sentence guts me. I'm not a lie, I gave her the best parts of myself. There weren't many, but I curated them and made my cruelty with other people more potent, so she'd never experience it. The version of me Dani had was hers alone, it didn't exist for anyone else.I didn't fucking exist for anyone. She was my innocent wish.

She flinches before I can say anything and lets out an ear splitting scream. It's not filled with pleasure as she hugs me and hides on the side furthest away from the door. The last fucking rat I would ever expect to see walking around is standing by the door, holding her dress up on his finger. "I thought you'd want your dress back," Leno assesses the label, glassy eyes and fucking high as he smirks, "it looks expensive."

I cover as much of Dani's body as I can with my arms and hands, but rage fills me seeing his slimy fucking face.

I'm going to fucking kill him.

Reaching behind me for anything to cover my girl, he whistles and signs himself up for a more gruesome death as he asks, "Two sisters, which one's better?"

The edge of my hoodie is on the back seat, and I work in order of priority as I pull it forward and wrap it around Dani like a towel. My knee knocks the kill switch as I sit her in the passenger seat, making sure none of the lights will come on when I open the door. I don't give a fuck if the cunt sees my dick and tuck it in as I push out of the car.

He's high as fuck. Normally it would stop me, but I'll piss on the cunts grave every fucking day until I die. Grabbing his collar when he tries to retreat, I can't hear anything but the historic bullshit as my fist meets his face. It's long overdue, after everything he fucking did with Len, but then he dragged my son into his greed.

It's because of this motherfucker that the bastard got close enough to attempt to raise his fucking hand to my son. We kept Viktor's identity a secret but Leno had to run his mouth to that bastard who turn him into a prisoner in his own home when they remember that they have children and invade my fucking life.

My knuckles split as warmth wraps around my fist and he's limp in my hold, but I can't stop. He made me buy my son like he was something fucking bad or a possession anyone could own. He kept him in a shithole around drugs and uncivilized fucking pricks and forced Len into his life when we would have hidden him from my parents. I missed the small moments, seeing Viktor for the first time, being the first person to hold him, and being able to watch him grow with wonder instead of fear that I'm fucking him up. All the small moments before he actually existed in the world were taken from me because of this cunt.

Something pushes against my chest, forcing me to look down. Dani, my little artist, tries to make herself smaller as the slurring cunt gets closer to her. Dropping him to the floor, I move her behind me and Leno spits his filthy blood on the ground. He swipes the remnants away with the back of his hand as he looks up still dazed and slurs again, "Ah ah, can't kill me or Vlad goes bye bye."

Dani grabs my arm, pulling me back and her voice is strong despite the way she's shaking. "Val, leave it."