𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

Chapter Fifty-Four

VALENTINA
LARS

BETRAYAL. We all have it slam into our life once and leave a never-fading mark. Betrayal. It's a venomous serpent that slithers into our lives, sinking its fangs deep and leaving an indelible scar. I knew, deep down in the marrow of my bones, that I had betrayed my own blood the moment I chose to follow Christian. The echoes of my brother's curses reverberated in my ears, a painful reminder of the rift I had caused.

But to remain within those walls with my family, to forsake Christian, would be an even greater betrayal. To him. And he's more important than family.

Christian, with his allure and dangerous charisma, held a power over me that I couldn't resist. How could he believe, even for a moment, that I stood against him in the midst of his heated argument? I wasn't. Yet, he needed to learn of restraint, to respect of our surroundings. I would always choose him, but when it came to my family... doubt crept in like a shadow.

"Slow down!" I scream, my voice a desperate plea, as I lunged towards the closing door. The soldiers, turned their heads at the sound.

My gaze hardened, a storm brewing in my eyes. "Do you not have a job? Take your prying eyes from our business before I carve out your noses and gouge your eyes if you dare to continue staring." My words dripped with venom, a warning laced with the promise of violence.

I loved violence.

It's what keeps me sane.

The guards, their heads bowed in submission, retreated with measured steps. They had always despised me, a sentiment I reciprocated with the sting of my archery bow. I snuck out a lot as a kid, the only form of defense was my last name and my bow.

"Release me," Christian commands as I reach for his hand before he settles onto his motorcycle.

I shake my head. "Don't leave."

"Why?" he questions.

"Because you'll race recklessly and bring harm upon yourself. I refuse to let you slip away from me." Not until I'm fucked on your motorcycle while you ride on your motorcycle once more. Not now, Val!

Christian's Adam's apple quivers as he pivots to face me. "You've already lost me when you defied me in front of your entire family. Fate has cautioned me to steer clear of you, for you will always choose your family. All the plans we made? You're nothing but a damn liar." Christian forcefully pushes my hand away.

My brows furrow in anger. I will kill him if I lose him. It's either him and me or he will cease to exist. "So, I'm a liar. But never dare say you've lost me, because we are bound together eternally. That's how it's meant to be." I whisper. "You will never be able to rid yourself of me, just as I will never let you go."

"Leave me. Or I conquer against your whole family. Starting with you."

I scoff. "I'm Valentina Lars. Conquer belongs to me. I always win."

"It's either me or your family."

You. Them. Both of you!

"Don't make me choose." My voice cracks. "I'm not Addie, I love my family."

Christian smiles. "Then I will leave."

"You're manipulating me..." I whisper in realization.

Christian was always brought for manipulation. Christian was a master manipulator, a twisted man who thrived on deception. He was a cunning troublemaker as a kid, weaving a web of lies to control those around him. He lured you into his dark maze, making you believe you were both lost together, when in reality, he held the key to escape.

That's why him and Bridget don't get along. They were too alike.

Bridget and Christian were manipulators and bad people. But I only like Christian for his dick...maybe him too.

You're mean today.

Hmm, it's the fact that my family probably hates me now.

Christian shrugs, his smile growing. "Me or them, Valentina."

He knows I can't live without him.

So, I chose the heart-throbbing answer. "You," I say. "It'll always be you."

He better give me his last name soon. I'm going to have six kids just so he's stuck with me forever.

Christian nods, his face relaxing. "Get on."

I look at the motorcycle. He would go on a ride right now, after our argument...together? "Huh?"

"Let's go for a ride together."

I frown, confused. "On your dick or on your..."

"Both." his face expression doesn't change. "Unless you want me to make love to you in front of our guards on my motorcycle, baby, I would suggest otherwise." 

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THE moonlight hit me while I was thrown back on the leather seat. The motorcycle twitched a bit but the tree stuck to it didn't allow it to fall. So romantic. Being fucked in the woods on a motorcycle by Christian Kingston.

He does not kiss me. He tore off my skirt, shoves my panties down while I unbuckled his belt.

A surge of electricity coursed through my body as his hand caressed my supple ass cheek, igniting a firestorm of desire between my trembling thighs. Oh, how I yearned for him to ravish me with unbridled passion in every insane position.

"The thing about me, Valentina..."  he whispers.

My voice is breathless. "Yeah?"

With a mix of tenderness and raw aggression, he grazed my nipple with his thumb, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. His hand then tightened around my thigh, exerting a deliciously rough grip that sent waves of anticipation through me. My eyes fluttered shut as he showered me with a cascade of kisses, each one intensifying the weight of his presence and the ache within me.

I gripped the tree trunk as he meets my eyes again. "I'm fucking insane for you. I'll be honest...I'll kill your whole family to keep you."

That was a warning.

"I'd do the same." I admit.

Oh, God. We're insane.

I'm walking on fire.

Christian didn't waste any time. He didn't bother with slow, gentle preparation. Never. No, he plunged his throbbing cock deep inside me, filling me completely. Every inch of him stretched me, making me ache with pleasure. I yearned to arch my back, to surrender to the ecstasy coursing through my veins, but he held me firmly in place, pinning me down on the bike.

That's why I craved him. He fucked me with a raw, primal intensity, showing no mercy. And yet, amidst the wildness, he always took care of me afterwards, soothing the fire he caused within me.

As I looked down at the length of him buried inside me, I couldn't help but smile. His balls pressed against my throbbing pussy, causing me to moan uncontrollably. His cock glistened with his precum, a testament to his desire for me.

And he continued to thrust, his cock moving in and out of me with a relentless rhythm. Each time he pushed forward, his pre-cum slipped inside, allowing me to grind my hips against him, taking him even deeper. The pleasure was intoxicating.

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unless, you're choosing meeee. stop, you're losing me.