After an hour passes, I finally slide out from behind the chair in the corner of the room, detangling myself from the curtains that line the floor-to-ceiling windows. Walking to the end of the bed, I grab the blanket covering him and slowly pull it from the bed, each inch unsheathing more and more of his body. I gasp when I see he’s completely naked, sprawled out on his back, his cock lying against his thickly muscled thigh. My pussy clenches at the sight of it, a warm feeling settling in my stomach.
I bite my lip, thinking about taking him in my mouth. He’ll have no choice but to get hard for me.
I grab my bag and pull out velvet-lined binds for his arms and legs, thanking God for Archer’s four-poster bed. I wonder if the binds will hold; I guess only time will tell. After he’s secure, I can’t help but just sit and stare at him, a lump forming in my throat. For once, I’m going to have something I want, even if it’s only for a little while. I know I’ll treasure this night forever. It pains me that it will mean more to me than him.
Peeling off my clothes, I toss them on the floor and crawl onto the bed.
CHAPTER TWO
VALENTINA
Crawling up his body, I lie on my side and cuddle next to him, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his scent. His warm smell fills my lungs, calming me a little. I’ve always wondered what he’d taste like, and now I finally have the chance to find out. Licking my lips, I tentatively touch my tongue to his neck.
His sweet taste fills my mouth, and I start peppering open-mouthed kisses up his neck. Sliding one of my legs over his to get closer, I realize his cock is hard, and I feel rage shoot through me. He’s asleep and has a hard on? Does that mean he’s dreaming about someone? I bite his neck hard in response, making him jerk against me.
“Fuck!” he grunts. I feel him yank at the binds, but I don’t ease my grip. “Baby, that hurts.”
His words do nothing but fuel my anger even more. ‘Baby’? Who the hell does he think is in the room with him?
Sitting up, I flip on the nightstand lamp and glare at him. His blue eyes widen at the sight of me, and then move over my naked body, making me blush. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, but I belong to Archer, so he should be the only man to ever see me like this. I’d waited my whole life to give myself to the perfect man, and I found him six months ago. I knew from our first meeting I would fit him perfectly. He’s more than I ever dreamed of. He’s driven, smart, and utterly handsome. He always dresses in tailored suits that fit his tall, lean body. His dark hair and bright blue eyes give him an edge—one I crave to cut myself on.
I’ve saved my virginity just for him. I’ve never let another man touch me, save for a handshake or a quick hug. I knew one day I’d find the man who was meant to be mine, and I’d stop at nothing to have him, even if I had to take him.
But no, Archer hasn’t been waiting for me. I saw the women who threw themselves at him, and they’re lucky to still be breathing. Here he is dreaming about another woman on the night I’m planning to make him mine.
“Who is she?” I snap, putting my hands on my hips, frustrated that I couldn’t find more information about his past lovers so I could narrow down who I would be paying a visit to very soon. When I got access to his computer, I found nothing. All of the women in his life seemed merely to be employees or family. I even searched him out on the internet. Archer is well known in Chicago, so I thought there had to be pictures of him in a gossip magazine or something, but he always shows up to events with his friend and business partner Darius. I know there hasn’t been anyone since he’s met me. I’ve made sure of that.
“Who is ‘who’?” he asks, still running his eyes up and down my body lazily, as if he’s enjoying the show.
“The woman you just got hard for!” I scream, pointing my finger at him. His cock jerks at my words, growing harder. “See? You’re getting harder because I mentioned her.” This time my words don’t come out as a yell, they’re more of a plea laced with sadness. This is my night, maybe the only night I’ll ever have with him, and his mind is somewhere else.
“Baby, you’re the only person here.”
“Stop calling me that.” I love him calling me ‘baby’, but I don’t know his game. I’ve never been more than Miss Valentina, and sometimes I could swear he thinks my last name is Valentina, like he can’t even be bothered to know my whole name.
“Calling you what, baby?” A half-smile pulls at his lips.
“You think this is funny? You thought I was another woman! Fine, you want to play games? We’ll play games, Archer,” I say, crawling back onto the bed. I straddle his legs, taking his cock into my hands.
“Easy there, love, I need that.”
The word ‘love’ is like a balm for my anger. I should tell him to stop with that one too, but I can’t bring myself to say it. I have to take what I can get, and that’s a crumb I’m more than willing to snatch up.
“I don’t think you’ll need it after tonight, because I’ll be gone after that. But you’re right. Tonight we do need it. This cock is going to bind us together forever, whether you want me or not.” Finally, the look I thought I was going to get when I first flipped on the lights crosses his face. His nostrils flare and anger flashes in his eyes.