Page 34 of Ruthless Claim

Flipping her around, I lift her up back onto the table so she’s on her stomach and slam myself back into her.

Valentina screams out as I begin pounding into her, my hand splayed across her shoulders, keeping her pressed onto the table.

“Such a dirty girl,” I whisper before nipping at her ear. “You take my cock so well.”

She moans her response and I slap her ass with the palm of my hand. She gasps at that and a low chuckle rolls out of me.

Hey, she slapped me first.

This is just payback.

I slap her ass twice more, and each time Valentina lets out a moan louder in anticipation.

“You going to come for me again?” I ask while pounding into her. My grip on her hips tightens, pulling her back against my cock at each thrust.

I know I’m going to leave bruises. I just didn’t care.

“Yes, god, yes,” she cries out, lost in the feeling of me stretching her and filling her completely.

I groan. “So fucking good.” Lifting her back up, I slam my hips forward again, pounding into her at a punishing pace as I reach beneath her and stroke her clit. Valentina whimpers beneath me as I claim her over and over. My one hand grips her hip tightly while the other keeps its attention to her clit.

“Fuck, Valentina,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Gods,” she cries out beneath me as her hands scrabble against the smooth table. More plates and glasses crash to the floor. I feel her clench down on me and I grunt at each pulse of her cunt. “I can’t…I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” I slap her ass hard and watch as her warm skin blooms pink from the force of my hand. “And that’s. Not. My. Name.” I emphasize each word with a hard thrust.

“Cillian,” she says with a heaving breath.

My fingers move faster against her clit.

She tries to move her hips away, but my grip stays firm.

Her whole body shakes beneath me, then her strength begins to fade as her orgasm rises to the surface.

A desperate noise escapes her throat, and her pussy tightens around my cock.

She’s close again, I can feel it.

I slam into her so forcefully her arms give way.

“Cillian!” she screams as her orgasm takes over.

Her cunt clamps down on my cock so tightly I see stars.

Before I can stop myself, I grunt out her name between curses as my own orgasm rips through me.

My muscles tighten as an intense wave of pleasure courses through my body.

The apartment is very quiet in the way that rooms go quiet after something significant has happened in them, like the air is still rearranging itself.

Valentina is sitting on the edge of the dining table with her dress back in some order, but her hair is everywhere and her lipstick is completely gone.

She’s barefoot, I notice.

I don’t know when her shoes came off, but one of them is near the baseboard by the window and the other is nowhere I can see.

She’s looking at the far wall with an unreadable expression on her face.