Chapter 3 –  “Heat Without a Face”  

Val’s pov

The suite door slams so hard the frame rattles.

My back hits the wall before I can even catch my breath. Ivan’s body crashes into mine, all hard muscle and burning heat. His mouth finds mine instantly, deep and filthy, tongue sliding against mine like he’s claiming territory. The kiss is messy, desperate, whiskey, rage and pure need. I kiss him back just as hard, biting his lower lip, sucking on his tongue, moaning into his mouth like I’ve lost my fucking mind.

His hands shove my skirt up my thighs, yanking my panties aside. His fingers drag through my soaked folds and I jerk, gasping into the kiss.

“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he growls against my lips, voice low and wrecked. That rough timbre vibrates straight to my clit.

I reach down, palming the thick bulge in his pants, squeezing the heavy, throbbing length. He’s huge. 

He spins me around, pressing my front to the cool wall. His mouth attacks my neck again, sucking hard and his teeth grazing. One hand palms my ass while the other pushes two fingers inside me. I’m so tight he has to force them in. A sharp sting makes me hiss, but I push back anyway, greedy for more.

“¡Sí… don’t stop,” I moan, voice shaking.

He drops to his knees, yanks my panties down, and buries his face between my thighs from behind. His tongue is relentless, licking broad and slow, then sucking my clit like he’s starving. I slap my palms against the wall, moaning loud, hips grinding back on his mouth like a desperate slut.

The orgasm hits fast. I come hard on his tongue, thighs trembling, cursing in Spanish as pleasure rips through me.

He stands, spins and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist. His cock is out now. His  thick, heavy, blunt head pressing right against my entrance.

I’m a virgin.

The thought flashes through the haze, but I don’t say it. I just want to be ruined tonight. I do not let myself care about anything else. 

He pushes in.

The stretch is brutal. A sharp, burning pain tears through me as he sinks deeper. I cry out against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders, body tensing hard around the thick invasion.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice strained. “You are so goddamn tight… you’re squeezing my cock like a vice, baby.”

He pauses, breathing hard against my neck, giving me a second. Then he rocks forward again, slow but relentless, until he’s buried to the hilt. The pain flares bright and hot, stealing my breath. For a moment it’s too much, so full and deep that tears prick my eyes.

Then it starts to melt.

The burn turns into a deep, throbbing fullness that makes my toes curl. Every inch of him is inside me, stretching me open, claiming space no one else has ever touched. I feel so fucking full I can barely breathe.

“Relax for me,” he rasps, but his hips are already moving. It starts shallow, then deeper. “That’s it… good girl. Take every inch of me.”

The sting fades and pleasure rushes in, hot and overwhelming. I start moving with him, meeting every thrust, my moans turning filthy and broken.

“¡Hijo de puta, harder! Don't you dare stop” I demand, my voice shaking.

He gives it to me.

He fucks me against the wall like he hates how much he wants me with deep, punishing strokes that slam me against the wall with every thrust. Skin slaps against skin. Wet, obscene sounds fill the dark room. He smelled like whiskey, cologne, and clean sweat. All of that drowns me.

He kisses me again, deep and messy, tongue fucking my mouth in time with his cock. I kiss him back like I’m trying to punish the whole day through his body.

He carries me to the bed without pulling out, drops me onto my back, and climbs over me. Now it’s slower, deeper. His mouth finds my tits, sucking hard on my nipples while he grinds into me in long, deliberate rolls. His hand slips between us, thumb circling my swollen clit in tight, perfect strokes.

“You feel that?” he mutters against my lips, voice rough and filthy. “How wet this tight  virgin pussy is for me? How perfectly you’re creaming all over me?”

I can’t answer with words. I just claw at his back, raking my nails down the tattoos I can feel but not see, my legs locked tight around his waist like my life depends on his thrusts.

The orgasm builds slow this time, then explodes without warning. I come around his cock, pulsing hard, milking him, crying out in Spanish as my whole body shakes. He fucks me through it, hips stuttering, then follows right after, a deep, guttural groan as he buries himself as deep as he can go, spilling hot and thick inside me in heavy pulses.

We collapsed together, tangled and sweating, breathing like we just survived a war. His cock is still buried deep inside me, twitching with aftershocks. I feel every pulse, every drop of him filling me.

I pass out with his weight still on me, strangely safe for the first time all day, his mouth brushing lazy kisses against my neck.

The morning light hits my face like a slap.

I woke up to a cold and empty bed.

I sit up slowly, head hurting and body aching in the best and worst ways. I sore between my thighs, sticky with his cum and mine, thighs slick. The sheets smell like sex and him.

I rolled out of bed and stopped. On the nightstand, a thick stack of cash. Crisp bills and nothing else, no note, no name or face I can clearly remember, just the grip of his hands on my hips, that rough growl when he came inside me, the way he stretched me open and filled me for the first time.

Humiliation crashes over me, colder than the empty bed.

I stare at the money, my stomach twisted with fresh nausea.

“What the hell did I do?” I whisper.

The cash just sits there, mocking me. Like I was nothing but a quick, expensive fuck.