Chapter 4 First Blood
Killian’s POV
Up close, Valentina is a vision-her beauty so arresting it almost hurts to look at her, and the curve of her mouth, that sly, half-unknowing smile, nearly stops my heart. I’m transfixed, caught between the music of her presence and the foreign lilt of her voice as she exchanges quick, melodic words with her sister. I don’t know what language they’re speaking, but it spills between them with a fluid grace, secret and enchanting.
I force myself to focus, to keep my cool. “Let me get this straight,” I say, voice edged with disbelief. “Some weasel wants to sleep with someone who isn’t you?”
Giuliana doesn’t hesitate. Her tone is sharp as broken glass. “Her boyfriend of six years just dropped the idea of an open relationship tonight.”
Valentina’s reply is swift, her words biting and low. “Sei una stronza.”(You are a bitch)
Giuliana only grins, firing back, “Mi ringrazierai più tardi.”(You’ll thank me later)
I arch an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What are you two speaking?”
“Italiano,” Giuliana answers, almost smug.
“Italian, huh? Didn’t know you had it in you, Gia.”
She shrugs, a little too casual. “We’re full-blooded.”
Valentina shoots her a warning glare. “Giuliana, TMI.”
But Giuliana’s grinning, undeterred. “If we’re speaking our native tongue, it doesn’t count. Besides, speaking of tongues-”
Valentina hisses, a sound sharp enough to cut, and Giuliana’s laughter rings like silver. The air between them crackles with old secrets and shared mischief.
I turn to Valentina, unable to help myself. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
She meets my gaze, level and unafraid. “Valentina. Giuliana’s sister.”
Giuliana snorts, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, Vale, I think he got that.”
I extend my hand, my own smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “I’m Killian.”
Valentina’s lips curve, a spark of challenge in her eyes. “Interesting name. Road name?”
For a second, her insight catches me off guard, and I nod, let my guard slip just enough to let her see a real smile. “Yeah.”
But I circle back, unwilling to let the night’s absurdity go unchallenged. “So, let me guess-this idiot thinks opening up the relationship will make things better, right? Maybe he pitched a threesome too, but only if it’s with another girl? Am I close?”
Valentina laughs, the sound edged with disbelief and something darker. “You’re dead on. He said, since we’ve only ever been with each other, it would be good to see what else is out there.”
I lean in, my voice dropping low, intimate. “Well, Angel, if you’re looking to try something new, I’d be
honored to be your ‘other’ tonight.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’m interested.”
Electricity arcs between us as I take her hand. Her skin is warm, her fingers delicate, and for a second the world narrows to just the two of us. But before we can take a single step, chaos erupts- Ramseystorms across the room, her outrage loud and ugly.
“What the hell, Killian? You’re picking this random whore over me?”
The whole room snaps to attention. I catch the sharp intake of breath from Giuliana behind me-an “Oh, shit,” barely audible. Valentina lets go of my hand and, in one fluid motion, she’s armed herself with the knife Giuliana used earlier to cut limes. Her hand is steady, eyes cold, and she presses the blade’s tip to Ramsey’s cheek. A thin line of crimson wells up, vivid in the neon light.
Valentina’s voice is low, deadly. “You might want to watch your mouth, bitch. The only whores I see here are the ones who’ll ride anyone’s cock just for a thrill. I only plan on riding his.”
The effect is immediate. The music screeches to a halt. Every head turns, the air thick with shock and anticipation. The club girls are frozen, mouths agape; the old ladies beam, pride-maybe even envy- etched on their faces. My brothers are caught somewhere between disbelief and delight. Blaise stands at the back, arms crossed, a slow grin spreading beneath his beard. A couple of the guys shift uncomfortably, and my glare warns them off.
Ramsey’s bravado falters. “Killian, do something,” she pleads, her voice trembling.
I keep my eyes on Valentina, pride and desire warring in my chest. “No need. My little slasher’s got this handled.”
She glances back at me, her gaze burning-hungry, wild. Her attention shifts to Ramsey, and she pulls the knife away, slow and deliberate. “If I were you, I’d back the fuck away from me right now.”
Ramseystumbles backward, panic in her eyes, and then bolts for the door, humiliation trailing behind
her.
I don’t hesitate. “Come on, killer. Follow me.” I seize Valentina’s hand and tug her through the crowd. The tension breaks with the sound of a blade thunking into wood-Valentina’s thrown the knife back to Giuliana, where it lands dead center in the pile of limes. Giuliana flashes a proud, wicked grin and waves. I catch Slate abandoning his pool game to move to Giuliana’s side, curiosity and excitement on his face.
I can’t hold back anymore. I sweep Valentina into my arms, lifting her as if she weighs nothing, and stride down the hall. Her arms snake around my neck, her lips brushing my ear, her breath hot and unsteady. Every step is a promise, a surrender to something we both need.
I punch in the code for my door, shove it open with my foot, and step inside, slamming it shut behind us. Valentina’s mouth is at my ear, her words feverish, desperate. She wriggles in my arms, every movement sending sparks through my nerves.
“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there. Fuck, the way you’re kissing me is driving me insane.”
She nips at my jaw, voice husky. “Drawing blood always makes me horny. Hurry-get us to the bed. I need to taste you.”
Her confession punches through me. Blood gets her off? Fuck, she is dangerous.
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I toss her onto the bed; she lands on her knees, eyes locked on mine-fierce, hungry. She attacks my belt, hands wild, and I drag my shirt over my head. She’s already got my jeans open, my cock in her grip, squeezing and stroking with practiced confidence. I groan, half in disbelief, half in surrender.
Then her mouth is on me-hot, wet, demanding. She takes my cock in, deeper than I thought possible, gagging and relaxing, letting me fill her completely. I’m not small; most girls can’t handle it. Valentina? She’s a fucking revelation. Only her ex? That guy was an idiot-he’ll spend his life regretting this.
She devours me, moaning around my length, eyes locked on mine. She grabs my hands, guiding them to her head, and I don’t hesitate-I take control, thrusting deeper, my hips snapping, her throat tight around me. The sensation is overwhelming-her tongue, her lips, her every movement coaxing me closer to the edge.
My voice is rough, almost pleading. “I’m close, Angel. Tap my thigh if you don’t want to swallow.”
She doesn’t tap my thigh-no, Valentina grabs my ass and pulls me deeper, pressing my hips forward She doesn’t tap my thigh-no, Valentina g until her nose is buried against my skin and I can’t move, can’t even think. Her tongue traces the sensitive ridge beneath my cock, swirling with obscene skill, and I break apart for her. I come hard, pulse after pulse, my body trembling as she swallows every drop. She holds me there, drinking me down, and I whimper-actually whimper-when she finally pulls back. There’s not a trace of a mess. Valentina just looks up, her lips glistening, and flashes a wicked, satisfied smile.
I can’t stop myself; I lunge at her, hunger and awe tangled tight inside me. She lets out a delighted squeak as I tear at her dress, the fabric slipping away easily, leaving her bare. No panties-she’s completely naked beneath. I pause, drinking her in, and she blushes, impossibly shy after everything she’s just done.
A grin splits my face. How does a woman who just sucked me off like a porn star manage to blush when I discover she’s going commando? I grab her ankles, dragging her down to the edge of the bed, fingers working quickly to unbuckle her shoes and drop them to the floor. I kick off my boots, shove my pants down, and throw them aside.
She gasps as I spread her open, and I dive between her thighs, tongue desperate to taste her. The first touch of my mouth on her pussy draws a scream-raw, unfiltered pleasure. I lick, suck, fuck her with my tongue, lost in her taste and the way she writhes under me, begging for more. Her hands clutch at my hair, her hips grinding against my face. I slide two fingers inside her, slow and deep.
“YEEEESSSS!” she cries, voice shattering the quiet.
She moves with me, fucking herself on my hand, her body straining for more. I curl my fingers, searching for that perfect spot, and when I find it, I tease it, flicking my tongue over her clit in tight, rapid circles. She lets out a keening wail-a pure, desperate sound-and then she gushes, squirting all over my face. I lap up every drop, greedy and enthralled. She tastes like sin and sweetness.
I trail kisses up her thighs, over her belly, and stop to worship her breasts-full, gorgeous, perfectly fitting my palms. I squeeze, rolling her nipples between my fingers, pinching them until she arches into my hands, moaning for more.
“God, yes, Killian, just like that-oh, fuck, yes.”
“You like that, baby? You like your nipples played with?”
“Mmm, harder, please.”
I bite down, just enough, tugging at her nipple, and her entire body tenses, then shudders. She comes again, just from my mouth and hands. I’ve never seen anything like it. I move up, kissing her deeply, our tongues tangled, her taste still on my lips.
I reach for the drawer, grab a condom, and roll it down my aching cock. My shaft is smeared with her red lipstick-something about that drives me wild. I look down at her, meeting her eyes, and everything else falls away.
“Are you ready for me, baby?”
She nods, breathless. “Yes, Killian, please-give it to me.”
I press in slowly, feeling her stretch around me, not wanting to hurt her. But Valentina has other plans -she hooks her legs high around my waist and pulls, taking me in deep and fast.
“Fuuuuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan, forehead pressed to hers.
She hums, rolling her hips, and suddenly she’s riding me, fucking me back with a hunger that matches my own. I’m not about to be outdone. I grab one leg, throw it over my shoulder, pull almost all the way out, then slam back in, again and again. Each thrust is harder, deeper, my hips rolling, grinding into her. She screams, ecstasy tearing through her.
“Harder, Killian! Don’t stop!”
Sweat drips from my brow, splattering her stomach. She rubs it into her skin, eyes glazed with lust. I want to see how far she can go. I hook both her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half, driving into her at a new angle. Her knees are nearly at her ears now, and I feel myself hitting her deepest spot.
“KILLIANNNNNN!” she screams, voice echoing through the hall. Everyone in the clubhouse must hear her, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m lost in her, chasing release.
Four more thrusts and I can’t hold back. I roar, spilling inside her, the orgasm shaking me to my core, blinding and endless. My whole body trembles. When it finally ebbs, I collapse, catching myself on my elbows above her, breathless.
Valentina wraps her arms and legs around me, holding me close, her hands soothing over my back as we both come down. I can barely think. That was the best sex of my life. I don’t know what just happened, but I know I never want to let her go.
