Stealing Valentine

by Faye, Madison

  Because all of me is his.

  His tongue delves deep between my lips, rolling inside of me and making me gasp as the pleasure ripped through me. He swipes it up and down, dragging over my sensitive pussy and driving me wild. He flicks the tip over my clit, swirling his tongue over the eager nub before moving back up and pushing it inside. He growls into me, the sound so full of lust and desire and ferocity that I’m whimpering for more. He drinks down my honey, letting it run down his lips and chin as he tongues me faster, and deeper, making me gasp for more.

  Dutch moves back to my clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently. I cry out, pleasure exploding through me as his tongue bats across the aching nub until my knees are shaking. The steamy hot, bubbly water sloshes around me, teasing across the backs of my thighs and over my nipples as I bend over the edge of the tub for him. His tongue swirls faster and harder, making my whole body tremble and clench tighter and tighter, until there’s no holding back.

  And he knows it.

  His fingers dig into my skin, his tongue swirls over my clit, and he growls like a beast into me. And suddenly, I lost the last shred of my grasp on reality.

  I cry out, my back arching like I’ve been electrocuted, and every inch of my skin sizzling with the release as the orgasm hits me like lightning. The moan wrenches from my lips, my face scrunching up and my body trembling. Dutch just keeps tonguing me, groaning into me, his palm coming down to spank my ass, making me whimper and moan even louder as climax after climax shudders through me. I push back into his lips, feeling that tongue of his fucking in and out of me until I’m gasping for air and almost falling into the tub.

  And suddenly, he’s there, right behind me, his big, powerful hands holding my hips and keeping me from falling in.

  …Keeping me right where he wants me, too.

  “Stay just like that,” he growls lowly, his fingers digging into my waist. He moves against me, and when I feel that thick, hot, gorgeous cock slide up between my thighs, the gasp chokes in my throat.

  “Dutch…”

  “Feel me right there, angel. Feel my cock against that tight, sweet, pretty little pussy. Right where it belongs,” he groans, rolling his hips. The top of his cock slides over my bare lips, and when he pushes back and forth, I whimper as I feel every thick inch of him gliding over my pussy. He pulls back, and when the swollen, fat head of him nudges against my opening, my breath catches.

  Dutch slowly eases forward, and when I feel that cock head slowly parting my lips like flower petals and sliding inside, the pleasure melts through me.

  He doesn’t stop, but he goes slow—teasing me, and letting me slowly get used to the feel of his size inching into me. And holy fuck does he feel good. I feel so damn full, and so claimed as he inches into me, stretching and filling me so good, until every single thick inch of him is buried inside. I moan deeply, shivering and clenching my core, feeling my pussy tighten around him even more as he groans. His cock pulses deep inside of me, and when his hands slide over my ass, teasing up and down my thighs before holding me firmly around the waist, I know he’s about to make me his.

  Dutch pulls back, making me whimper in protest at the feel of that thickness leaving me. He lingers with just the head inside, twitching and spurting precum against my opening, before with a low growl, he starts to drive back in. I cry out, clawing at the edge of the porcelain, the steam of the water drifting around us and the moonlight bathing us in its glow. I can feel his fat cock driving wetly and easily into me, my pussy stretched too tight around his girth.

  His hands grip my waist tight as he grinds deep, making me feel him so damn deep before he pulls out. He lingers again with just that fat head inside of me, but this time, when he slides back in, it’s faster, and harder.

  And it drives me wild.

  I moan wildly for him, arching my back and panting as he starts to slide in and out, fucking me deeply. His abs roll against my ass, his big, powerful hands holding me in place, and that perfect big dick pumping in and out. The underside of his cock rubs my clit with every thrust, and when he slides one hand up my back to tangle in my hair, I choke out a cry of pleasure.

  “Just like that, baby girl,” he groans, thrusting into me, every muscle in his gorgeous body rippling and tightening as he drives in deep. “Milk that fat dick with that pretty little pussy. Let me fill you up. Let me make that tight little cunt mine.”

  He thrusts harder, water sloshing around us as I scream in pleasure, half turning to let my eyes lock with his. We hold each other’s gaze wordlessly, fire sparking back and forth between us as he starts to thrust into me harder, and deeper. His thick, muscled, gorgeous body crouches above mine, one powerful hands gripping my ass possessively and the other with my hair wrapped around it. He growls, pumping into me, letting me feel every damn inch of that perfect cock. His heavy balls slap against my swollen clit with every thrust, and slowly, I can feel myself start to melt for him.

  “Don’t hold back, princess. Don’t you hold back. Don’t you keep that sweet come from me. Let me feel it all over my cock. Let me feel that honey dripping down my balls when you come for me. This is how I want you always, princess—naked, wet, whimpering for more. I want you in nothing but diamonds, just like this,” he groans. “Because you’re my princess, angel.”

  He grunts, fucking me hard and deep as I start to mewl and moan in pleasure.

  “My princess, my everything.” His eyes lock with mine, his thick cock driving in and out as his grip on me tightens.

  “My queen.”

  I cry out as he leans over me, crouching above my ass, that big cock of his fucking in and out of my dripping wet pussy and driving me higher and higher until I know I’m going to explode for him. His lips crush to mine, swallowing my moans, sucking down my gasps of pleasure. Water splashes over the sides of the tub, a whirlwind of moonlit-drenched fucking.

  We move faster, and harder, and as I start to shatter, I feel him swelling up even bigger inside of me.

  “Dutch! I—oh God…”

  “Come for me, angel,” he hisses into my ear, nipping at the earlobe as he plunges into me over and over, fucking me like a beast as I start to tumble.

  “Come with me.”

  He plunges into me, and suddenly, it’s like pulling a trigger. I crush my mouth to his and scream, crying out as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. Dutch roars, thrusting and thrusting until suddenly, every muscle in his body clenches tight against me. I’m still coming as he drives his cock so deep inside, and when I feel it, it’s like I crash right into another orgasm.

  Dutch groans into my lips as the hot cum sprays from his swollen head. I moan, kissing him fiercely as I feel his sticky blasts pump into me, filling me all the way up until it’s literally trickling out from where we join and running in little rivulets down my thighs.

  We keep moving, slowly coming down from the high, our bodies slowing, until finally, we come to a halt, panting for air.

  Big, powerful arms wrap around me, pulling me down into the hot, soapy water. I turn in his arms, and when I wrap my legs around his waist and settle right into him on his lap, our lips come together softly.

  “Nothing but diamonds and bubbles, huh?” I whisper, my lips pulled into a huge grin and a glow I’ve never known before teasing over my cheeks.

  “Nothing but diamonds and bubbles, princess,” he purrs as his lips brush against mine.

  Chapter 11

  Dutch

  It’s well after midnight and quiet. My fingers lazily trace over her skin, and when I drag my eyes over the perfect swell of her breast to her face, I feel my heart beating faster at the grin slowly spreading over her lips.

  “Where did you come from,” I whisper, awe in my voice as I drink her in. My cock is still half-hard, but fuck am I sore. We both are, and for her sake, I’m holding off on taking her again. Between taking her in the bed, and then the bath, and then twice more here in this bed once again, we’re taking a breather.

  Vir
gin to vixen in one night. I grin, shaking my head at the thought, and of the memory of our last round of love-making, when innocent little Valentine pinned my wrists to the bed and rode me like a girl possessed. My cock does actually twitch a little remembering that—how she screamed through orgasm after orgasm, riding every inch of my thick cock until that tight little cunt covered me in her sweet honey. And then, and only then, did I allow myself to come, and to empty my balls one last time into that perfection between her thighs.

  “Switzerland,” she quips, smirking at me. “Just flew in a few days ago actually. So, yeah, that’s where I came—”

  She devolves into giggles, snorting and shrieking in laughter as I tackle her, nuzzling her neck and tickling her sides until she pleads for mercy. I stop tickling her, but I don’t move away as I hover over her, looking into her eyes.

  “You’re staying with me,” I growl. I don’t necessarily mean it to come out as commanding and possessive as it does, but I don’t care that it does either.

  Valentine bites her lip, blushing up at me. And slowly, she nods.

  “Okay,” she says quietly.

  “Good,” I groan, leaning down to kiss her. I pull away, tasting those lips as my eyes drop to her ears and neck.

  “So, what do you think?”

  We’ve been playing this game for the last half hour. Valentine switches between the real and fake Whistler diamonds while I’m not looking, and then I have to tell her which set she’s wearing. So far, my record is pretty shitty. But to be fair, that’s less my eye and more how fucking good the fakes are.

  I narrow my eyes at the jewels around her neck, thinking it over.

  “Real.”

  Her smug grin tells me I’m wrong.

  “Fuck.”

  Valentine giggles, leaning up to kiss me.

  “Fake. Too bad. You know, for a professional jewel thief, maybe you should be better at—”

  She erupts into giggles again as I tackle her with tickles once again. And I’m about to break my stance on giving her a breather and claim her once again, when suddenly, I hear it.

  …A helicopter motor.

  And it’s not passing over, it’s coming down. I swear, my pulse roaring to life as I jump from the bed. I run to the window and glance out, and when I see the giant black chopper landing in the back yard of the house, my jaw clenches.

  Fuck.

  Men in black with guns drawn stream out from the helicopter, but I’m already whirling, running back to her.

  “Angel—”

  Her face pales. “No,” she says quietly, shaking her head. “No, how…”

  “I don’t know,” I growl, my jaw tight. “But we need to—”

  There’s the sound of wood splintering, and then a crashing sound from the back door, and Valentine’s eyes go wide.

  “Dutch!”

  “I’m not going to let them hurt you,” I hiss, whirling, my muscles clenching as I plant myself between her and the door. I counted eight guys coming out of the helicopter, And all armed.

  …Those aren’t exactly good odds.

  I can hear Valentine yanking clothes on behind me, and I snarl, wrapping a sheet around my waist. Boots come thundering down the hall, and suddenly, the bedroom door comes crashing in. Valentine screams, and I roar as the men come storming in, barking orders, yelling at me to hit the floor, waving guns everywhere.

  Valentine is still screaming when one of them goes for her, and that’s when I snap. I bellow, lunging at the guy and catching him around the waist. I bring him down with a thud, my fist coming down to slam into his face over and over until I’m being dragged away. Fists rain down on me, doubling me over and making me roar like a beast as seven of them pile on to me. I’m fighting back, kicking and lashing out and snarling until suddenly, a voice stops them.

  “Hold.”

  One of them punches me one last time, before the whole group of them step away from me, panting. I grunt, spitting blood from my lip as I groan in pain. Valentine rushes for me, but two of them are grabbing her, and yanking her away. I snarl, lunging to my feet, before suddenly, the same voice that stopped the beat down speaks again.

  “Don’t you fucking move.”

  This time, I look past the goons, and when I see him, my jaw clenches tight.

  It’s Martin, Valentine’s father.

  He shakes his head, his eyes narrowing at me.

  “So,” he mutters. “It appears I let a snake into the house.”

  I smile at him. “Aww now, that sounds like someone’s mad their uncrackable, million-dollar security system didn’t end up being that good.”

  He glowers at me. “I gave you a job, you piece of shit. I invited you into my damn house, and—”

  He stops, shaking his head again as he swears under his breath.

  “No matter.” He glances at Valentine, and then to me, still just wearing a sheet, and he shakes his head in disgust. “I win, Mr. Hammond.”

  My brow arches at his use of my real name, and he grins.

  “Ahh, see, I know who you are now. I’m a very connected man, you little shit. And I know all about your history now. Nice play, but it looks like you wasted a fucking year for nothing. Because now, these,” he jabs a finger at the diamonds around Valentine’s neck.

  “These are mine. I win, and you lose.”

  “Take the fucking necklace,” I hiss. “I don’t care, it’s yours.”

  “No shit.”

  “Leave her.”

  My voice is so raw and edged that a few of the guards actually take a step back, glancing nervously at each other. Martin pales a little as well, before he glares at me again.

  “I don’t think so. This is how things are going to happen, you little prick. The diamonds are mine. My daughter is mine.”

  “Like hell I am!” Valentine spits venomously, fighting against the men holding her. I growl, getting up to go to her, but two others level guns right in my face.

  “And you?” Martin glowers at me. “You’re fucking done.”

  “Don’t you dare hurt him!” Valentine screams, lunging for her father. But he just chuckles, shaking his head as he turns back to me.

  “I could, you know,” he mutters quietly. “I could have you hurt, bad. Or even killed, right here.” He shakes his head. “But I want this loss to hurt you.”

  I smirk at him. “What, you gonna have me arrested?” I make a tsking sound. “Martin, the things I know about your fucking company after a year in upper management—”

  “I’m not going to have you arrested either, prick,” he growls, his eyes narrowing. “And I’m aware of… things you may have learned about Cobalt Tech. So, here’s what we’re going to do. First, you’re done. Finished. I even hear a rumor about you pulling another job, and I’ll have every law enforcement officer in the country on your ass. You’re retired, asshole. Right now. Fade the fuck away. Go get a job washing dishes. Get fucked.”

  Our eyes meet, and I glare at him.

  “Secondly? You try and spill anything you know about my company to anyone, and she’s going to feel the backlash. Understand?”

  Rage flares inside of me, my jaw grinding as something hot slices into me.

  “You’re a piece of shit,” I hiss.

  Martin smiles. “I am what I am, asshole. But that’s how this works out. I’m taking her, and I’m taking these back,” he reaches up and hefts one of the earrings Valentine is wearing. “And you? You’re fading away to nothing. Find a hole, Mr. Hammond. Find a hole, and live there. Because if I ever hear from you, see you, hear about you pulling another job, or learn you’re trying to spill any company secrets, she’s gonna get hurt.”

  I snarl, lunging for him in spite of the three guys holding me. They yank me back, swearing at me and sinking a fist into my gut, doubling me over as Valentine screams. She’s still screaming as the guards hit me again and again, knocking me to the ground before stepping away. I roar, lunging for the guys dragging Valentine away, but suddenly I’m face to face wit
h about five guns, and when one of them pulls back and hits me over the temple with the butt, I crumple to the ground.

  Black dots swim in my vision, and blood trickles down my face. I’m trying to get to my feet as I hear Valentine screaming, but it’s like I can hardly move.

  “You lose, asshole,” Martin spits from the doorway. “Now fade the fuck away.”

  And then I’m alone. I grunt, head swimming, legs not really working as I try and stand. I have to get her. I have to stop them. But I can hear the helicopter starting up again, and by the time I’ve managed to stand, it’s already rising high in the sky and disappearing into the night.

  I grunt, wincing as I hold my side, my whole world spinning as I sink to the floor against the bed. I don’t give a shit about winning or losing. I don’t give a shit about the diamonds. All I give a shit about is her, but the best thing I’ve ever known in my life just got dragged away from me.

  …And slowly, I start to grin.

  The grin turns into a smile, and that smile turns into a chuckle, until even though it hurts, I’m laughing.

  Martin thinks he’s holding all the cards. He thinks I’m going to “disappear.”

  Yeah, fuck that. He’s wrong two different ways. One, for thinking I would ever walk away from Valentine. I don’t care what he has on me, or what he could destroy me with. She’s worth it every risk and every hell to be with. But he’s wrong for another reason too.

  I’m slumped against the side of the bed, and when I reach under it and slide out the black box, I shake my head. Slowly, I open the box, my eyes dropping to the glittering diamonds sitting there, and I grin even wider.

  Valentine is wearing the fakes, from the game we were playing. Which means right now, I’m sitting here with two-hundred-and-forty million worth of diamonds, and a years worth of dirty secrets about Martin’s company.

  …But I don’t have her.

  My jaw tightens, and I toss away the diamonds as I stand. I grunt, wiping blood from my mouth as I steel my jaw and take a breath. The diamonds, the corporate secrets? None of it matters, and I’d trade every goddamn cent and every millimeter of leverage they’re worth for her, in a heartbeat.