Page 79 of Daddy Brigadier

He furrows his brow and crosses his arms over his chest, staring at me. “Did you talk to your sister today?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you call Elise today? Her son is sick. Thought you might want to check on your nephew.”

I exhale, considering his words. Just then, a realization settles in, one I can’t ignore. He knows Elise Savin is my older sister!

He stands, stepping close to me, his hand lifting my chin to meet his gaze—the eyes of a predator. Leaning in, his lips barely graze mine as he growls, “Get the fuck out of my house.”

“It’s not what you think!” I burst out, my voice trembling.

Valentin smirks, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, it’s not? I think you lied to me, and I warned you that if you misbehaved, you’d be punished. If I were you, the way I’m feeling right now, I wouldn’t advise you to hang around to find out?—”

I feel dazed, as if caught in the middle of a bad dream. “It’s complicated.”

“You’ve been lying to me this entire time. How can I believe anything you say?” he growls, closing the distance, his eyes locked onto me in utter disdain.

My heart screams at me to do something, to make him realize I just made a mistake, that’s all. “Valentin, I can explain.”

He shrugs, rolling his eyes in feigned boredom. “Shut up! I said I’m done with you. I have no fucking energy to hear whatever you have to say.”

My blood runs cold. “Fuck you, asshole!” I reply, lifting my chin in pure defiance.

“I told you to shut up. I’ll fucking chain and muzzle you if I have to.”

I recoil at the venom in his voice. It only intensifies the fire that ignites within me.

Marching up the stairs, I hastily grab my purse and shove as many of my belongings into a bag as possible, then toss it over my shoulder. As I take one final look around the room, my eyes catch something that once meant something between us.

I come across Valentin at his desk, filling another glass and quickly downing the Scotch in a rush.

“Here, you don’t own me anymore,” I say defiantly, tossing the collar at his feet.

He hurls the glass against the wall, shards scattering across the floor. In an instant, he pins me hard against his desk. “Are you sure about that? Your collar on your neck says I do,” he says, tracing the V shape on my neck with his finger.

“Get off me, asshole!”

He crawls up my body, his grip firm on my jaw, and his eyes locking onto mine. “You will always belong to me.”

As he leans down to kiss me, I gasp as he forcefully bites my lower lip. His hand slides behind my neck, drawing me even closer. I’m completely lost in the kiss, hardly aware of him gripping my thighs and spreading them wide.

“Is this what you want, little slut?”

“Get off me,” I cry, my voice trembling under the weight of the humiliation, my face fracturing from the relentless intensity of it all.

I clearly should be angry with him, but one touch from him is all it takes to make me feel so dirty and yet so good.

He unbuttons his slacks, and the fabric hits the floor, taking my dignity with it.

He brings his hand to my mouth, pressing two fingers softly against my lips. I part them willingly, allowing his fingers to slide in. I take them deep, savoring each moment as I wrap my tongue around them slowly.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, lowering his head and kissing me across my collarbone.

Then he drags them out, moving his hand between my thighs as he slides his fingers along my clit. “You’re soaked,” he groans low in his throat.

His fingers slide into me, fucking me, then curl up to hit that impossible, perfect spot.

“Valentin,” I cry out, my eyes fluttering shut as my nails dig into his back, my body trembling uncontrollably. The wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me breathless and spent.