She rocks her hips. “Good.”
“I can’t be gentle. Not with you.” I pull out and thrust deeply again, but force myself to still once more. But then my restraint is gone, and I’m taking every bit of her, worshipping her with my body. Loving her from afar has been nothing short of torture, but being together with her like this is the sweetest heaven.
“I love you, Valentina.” I say the words over and over like a sinner’s prayer.
And she answers by matching my strokes, her gaze on me as she leans up and takes my mouth again, both of us wrapped in each other, tied together with a rope of love and desire, one that will never break.
I can’t stop thrusting, pistoning into her as we become one. And she doesn’t want me to stop.
“Cesar.” My name belongs on her lips and nowhere else. “I’m so close.”
“Then come, little mouse. Let me feel it.” I thrust harder, my wolf demanding all of this sweet virgin. So I take it, my own release hitting me hard as her hips lock and her cunt tightens around me. We come together, each of us finally getting what we’ve always wanted.
My love is hers and always will be. And she was right--there is no fortune in the world better than this feeling.
16
Valentina
“Are you trying to kill me?” Cesar asks as I slowly bring my feet back down to the floor from the hand stand I was doing. My oversized shirt falls back to my knees.
“I’m stretching.” I slide down into the splits. Cesar runs his hand down his face. He’s fully dressed now in his normal slacks and button-up shirt. His short hair is still a little damp from our shower. I’ll enjoy messing him up all over again.
“Pretty sure I stretched you when we woke up and then again in the shower.” He drops onto the bench at the end of the bed to keep watching me as I stretch. He’s right. He had limbered me up in the best of ways.
“It’s nothing you haven't already seen.” I give him a look. I’d found out about the cameras in my room when we’d boxed up my stuff to bring it over to his wing of the house.
Well, I guess it’s our wing of the house now. I pretended to be mad, but I think I kind of knew all along. I mean, I had lain in my own bed touching myself, all the while hoping he was watching. I was always putting on a show just for him. I wonder how many times he’d heard his name coming from my lips as I brought myself to orgasm?
“Keep taunting me, little mouse. Now I can taste and touch all I want,” he says without apology.
My body heats, knowing what his mouth can do to me.
“I have to get ready for my birthday.” I pull my feet in front of me to sit on the floor in a normal position. If I keep my legs open, I’ll end up back in bed. Not that I’m opposed to it, but it's my birthday, and I know my mom will want us to come out of the room at some point.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he reminds me. He’s right; I am finally free. My life is my choice now, and I choose Cesar. Even if he hasn't asked me to marry him or anything as serious as all that. It’s not like I want it to be that serious, right? Okay, yes, I’m kind of desperate for it to be that serious. I want to kick myself for telling him we’d never marry. It was a test. One that is now biting me in my own ass.
I give him a smile as I crawl toward him. He parts his legs to make room for me to sit between them. His hand goes to my hair and pulls the tie out so it all comes falling down around me.
“Are you going to take me somewhere? No one is after me. I want to see things.” The world is now at my fingertips. Being a pauper has its perks, apparently. There’s so much to see and I want to explore it with Cesar.
“I think I can manage that.” He reaches for me and pulls me into his lap. My mouth goes to his like it always does. I want to see the world, but I also need to come back here. For so long I had dreamed of escaping this place. Now, I want nothing more than to call it home forever. To raise our children here one day.
“Is the lawyer coming today?” In all of this, I’d completely forgotten about what would happen to my father's money in the wake of me losing my virginity. Cesar and I both threw our claim to it away as soon as he took my innocence that day. It wasn't until this morning when Caesar had whispered happy birthday into my ear that I remembered. It was the last thing on my mind. I’d gotten what I wanted. Cesar had, too. All he ever wanted was me.
“He’ll be here.”
Cesar presses kisses against my neck. “You’re not mad at me for losing control? For not waiting for you to claim what was yours?”
I smile, shaking my head at him. I don’t regret it for one second. “You gave me what I wanted. How could I be mad at you for that?” I turn in his lap so I can straddle him. His shirt that I’m wearing slides up my thighs. “Besides. If it’s about the money, I can steal yours. You’re richer than my father anyway.”
“You don’t have to steal it. It’s yours.”
I shrug and jump off his lap. He’s wrong. It isn’t mine. Not really.
“Mouse,” he warns. “Spit it out.” He follows me into our giant closet where some of my stuff has been put away. A lot of it is still in boxes. We get easily distracted and fall back into bed a lot. He grabs me by the hips and lifts me onto the smooth marble-topped island.
“What’s bothering you, Valentina?” His dark eyes pierce straight through me just like they always have.
“You haven't asked me to marry you,” I blurt out.
His lips twitch into a smile.
“Why are you smiling?” I glare at him. I know I sound like a brat, but I don’t care. If he loves me so much, why isn’t he asking me to be his wife?
“I’ve been waiting for you to steal the ring.” He turns around and spins the dial on one of his safes. I watch as he opens it and pulls out a blue velvet box. I haven’t seen that before. It’s new. “I think I’ve kept you too busy lately. You haven't been up to your normal activities.”
“I have new activities.” I feel my cheeks warm. It’s silly with all we’ve done, but it’s all still new to me.
“Give me your hand, little mouse.” I hold my hand out as he slips the ring onto my finger. The giant square stone sparkles under the light. It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen a diamond so big before. It’s almost gaudy, so of course I love it.
“You should design jewelry. Have you ever thought about that? I have contacts.”
I bite my bottom lip. I’ve never thought about what I’d do if I had the chance. I do love sparkly jewels. Maybe I could make my own settings. The idea fills me with a new sort of joy.
“I have stones. Lots of ‘em,” I tease. “In the prenup I want it stated you can have my jewels.”
“The ones you stole from me?” He smirks. I should’ve known he was on to me this whole time. The man doesn't miss anything when it comes to me. I bet he even got them just for me to steal.
“Steal? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I go back to looking at my engagement ring.
“We don’t need a prenup.” His hand comes under my chin. “If you really want one, I’m sure I can have the lawyer draw something up. It would be a waste of everyone's time since there will be no divorce. Just tell him what you want if it pleases you.”