Thread: Caught Between [LeatrixSage x Mr Quixotic]

Valentina was not the kind of woman that would normally run from something just to survive. Retreat, surrender, defeat, they were abhorrent to her. Even her calculated flight from Curic, despite its necessity, was a barely tolerable tactic. Walking away from the Marshal was just as difficult for her pride to swallow. Her ego had gotten a much-needed boost that eased the sting when Coles eyes had dropped to watch as she played with her clit. He had suggested shed be safer without him watching her, prompting her to smile, and then tossed her a little taunt about men getting it up for any woman that gave them attention, which had just left her swallowing back laughter. Sure, she was willing to admit there was some truth to that statement. Getting a mad hard wasnt rocket science. But, if it wasnt a big deal, why did he have to say so? A lesser man would have not only taken advantage of his opportunities the night before, but would havent had a qualm about it, either. A lesser man would now be wrapped so tightly around her little finger that she could say jump , and theyd ask, how high ? Of course, that was the very thing that made them boring and forgettable in the first place. Cole was cut from a different cloth, and if she was affecting him, it wasnt just because she looked good naked, despite what he might want to tell himself. Dripping sarcasm or not, she didnt believe him. Particularly when she took into account the fact that he had effectually already told her no. Twice. It made his need to say that it wasnt a big deal so much more telling. It highlighted the sense that she was playing with fire that feeling of doing something dangerous and getting away with it, she lived for it. It made Valentina who she was, and the man that stood in the bedroom, watching her through the steam, was quickly becoming the living embodiment of that very thing. His response to her actions made Val feel alluring and powerful, because he was exciting and dangerous, and she could get under his skin. Adrenaline hit her blood in a fresh wave as he again picked up the challenge shed given him and came after her. Alarm bells were going off in the back of her mind, but she ignored them. There was this funny thing about mens clothing, she never could tell exactly what was hidden beneath them, so it was always a treat to see them finally come off. Watching the marshal undress as he made his way to the shower was particularly sweet. He was a man of action, and it showed in every ripple of lean muscle beneath his skin. His arms and legs were lean and sturdy, even the simple movements of shedding his clothes hinting at the sinewy strength they contained. Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs, and her fingernails dug into the skin of her breast as she watched him close the short distance far too quickly. She didnt get to look as much as she would have liked before he was climbing into the shower with her and her eyes snapped up to meet his glare with an unwavering grin. There was an intensity about the man that sucked her in, threatened to consume her, and then Whittaker grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand out from between her thighs just as her clit pulsed and her body shivered. Thats not watching, Cole, she hissed at him. Shed been so close that she practically snarled at him as she tried to pull her hand free. His grip was utterly unyielding, and while she considered being more vicious about it, he tugged her flush against him. Her free hand landed on her his chest in her effort to catch herself. The hammering of his heart beneath her palm was beating out a rhythm nearly as fast as her own, and a shiver shot down her spine. Vals eyes snapped back up to his as he captured that wrist as well. She sucked in a breath through her teeth, but the Marshal was looking down at her in what she thought was amusement, and it took her off guard. The world shifted under her feet again as he used his larger body to push her up against the tile wall. He lifted her arms and she pulled down against him, tried to resist his greater physical strength for the sake of resistance, but they were pinned into place high above her head all the same. Val was a tall woman, but Cole was a taller man, and even standing on her toes, she was stretched out beneath the weight of him. The hard angles and plains of dense muscle pressed into her softer curves as surely as the white-hot heat of his erection was a brand against her abdomen that was impossible to miss. If she squirmed, itd only burn her all the more, so she sat still. She wasnt certain which was more distracting, that heat, or the way her soft breasts were pressed flat beneath the hard expanse of his chest while his breath fanned across her face. The problem is that you haven't told me the rules of the game, Whittaker shifted his weight to use one forearm to keep Valentinas arms pinned down. It took some of his weight off of her body as his torso lifted off of her, but it made her wrists ache beneath the pressure. Val didnt complain, didnt struggle, she was waiting to see what he planned to do. So, I've made up my own, and as desperate as you might be for it, they don't involve you getting fucked. Who said anything about their being rules to this game, she asked him, smiling doggedly up at the smirk he gave her, unashamed of the breathless quality her voice had taken on, and utterly disbelieving that hed pinned her against a wall to not fuck her. A heart beat later her eyes went wide and unfocused as her back arched off the tile wall. Surreptitiously, she adored the fact that he didnt hesitate, didnt ask permission, he just slipped his fingers inside her slit as if he owned it, found that wonderful bundle of nerves within, and then laid siege. Valentina didnt see the trap coming as she opened herself up to him. She was already claiming victory, already fully convinced shed dented his restraint enough to make him slip. Whos in fucking charge now? Even if she hadnt damn near cum just a few moments before, the all-out assault on her silt would have had her pussy soaked and ready in no time at all anyway. As it was, Valentina clenched her jaw against a far too enthusiastic moan that he stole from her. Her eyes closed as her legs trembled, and then snapped opened again as his voice cut through the rush of sensation like an ice-cold knife. After you come, I'll finish myself off in here. You can stay and watch if you must. That underlying feeling of power slipped and her unfocused, pleasure-drunk gaze sharpened on his eyes. In the blink of an eye hed turned it all around on her. A second before she had been happily taking everything he was giving, imagining shed somehow broken down his restraint. Now, he wasnt giving her anything, he hadnt lost anything at all. He was taking it all from her. Val gritted her teeth against the wonderful clenching of muscles in her abdomen and the way her clit throbbed as his palm slid back and forth over it, and then began to writhe beneath the cage hed made of his body to keep her contained. She jerked at her arms, one after the other, but the pressure against her wrists held them fast despite the warm water that spilled over them. She couldnt get any leverage against him. His assault didnt ease, his pace didnt falter, and god damn him, but he knew what he was doing. Denying herself pleasure wasnt something Val had any experience with, and despite the glare she gave him, she was going to have to live with the fact that hed just out maneuvered her with a single statement and two very talented fingers. Her hands clenched into fists as her body shuddered for him, and in a last-ditch effort to take back something, anything, Val pulled herself up just enough to wrap one long leg over Coles hip and yank him closer, followed meticulously by the other to lock them together. She refused to give him the gratification of placidly accepting his control. A heart beat later her hips bucked against his hand, the muscles of her slit clamping down around his fingers, and she turned her head to press her face against her arm to muffle an unbidden shout. Valentina rode the talented fingers buried inside her and ground herself against his callused palm as her body twitched and writhed. She used her legs - wrapped tight around his hips - to keep him from taking them away from her. When she remembered how to breathe, and the spasms rippling through her body had passed, Val faced him again, utterly annoyed by the masculine satisfaction written across his face, and the fact that he had every right to feel that way. Ricci was spitting mad, absolutely spoiling for a fight, and still shivering from a wonderfully toe-curling orgasm. Fuck! There was no graceful way to reclaim this. Hed won. Shed lost. Somehow, someway, she was going to make him pay for it. Val tightened her legs around his waist to lift her body and press her weight into her shoulders to take the tension off her arms long enough to get enough leverage to jerk one out from beneath his forearm. Part of her mind knew this was a bad idea. Possibly a horrible idea. It risked absolutely everything. But, with his hand still caught between them - his fingers soaked with the proof of the orgasm hed taken from her - Valentina lashed out to sink her fingers into his hair, grab on tight, and yank the mans head back. Her abs clenched to straighten herself up, and then she used her legs to raise herself up in order to look down at him. Something within her hated him, something else wanted more from him, and still something else already missed what it had felt like to have Cole Whittaker touching her as if he owned her. For the span of a breath, conflicting emotions warred behind the swirling grey of her eyes. She could taunt him, sneer at him, try to demean him, but that was all childish, petty, and stupid at best. Instead, Val held on tight to her grip on his hair as she slanted her lips across his in a ravening kiss. Her tongue slipped across the hard line of his mouth in a single, brief touch, and then she released him. She let go of his hair, rested herself back against the shower wall, and her now free hand slid down his side to let her fingers dance across the bright red scar that marred his skin. Shed patched up the wound in her pride, and she smiled up at him as she wiggled the fingers of the hand still trapped by his forearm. My fingers are going numb, she explained, breathless, but calm again. I believe that is a bad sign. Would you mind letting it go? Valentina hesitated, and then her eyes dropped to the scar her fingers were mapping as she committed it to memory. They werent really done here, even if he had been the victor of this little battle. You wont win this little war between us, Cole, she murmured as she politely uncurled her legs from around him, setting them down one after the to stand on her tiptoes again. Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head back against the wall to meet his eyes, uncaring if he could see her excitement or her fear at the prospect. I wont give up, and you cant break me. Last edited Jul 16, 2018