Valery could barely keep track of how many times her body shuddered with ecstasy. They didn’t even make it fully onto the bed before Derrick had her pinned against the mattress; her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her with relentless force. Every thrust sent shocks through her, her moans spilling out like a broken song. His teeth grazed her collarbone before biting down, his hands gripping her thighs so tightly she felt the sting in her bones.“God, you feel so fucking good,” he growled into her ear, each word dripping with lust. He slammed deeper, harder, setting her entire body alight. She could feel him pulsing inside her, his cock filling her completely as her walls clenched around him in desperate, frantic waves of pleasure.His hands slid up her chest, squeezing her breasts before wrapping firmly around her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t you dare leave me,” he rasped, tightening slightly, eyes wild with possessive hunger.Valery was in a tra
Hecate cracked down on Ryan after a tense confrontation with Valery. Her sharp eyes narrowed with a mother’s wrath as she turned to Valery. “Why would you watch him risk himself like this? He should be in the hospital, not wandering around unsupervised.” Her voice trembled with anger. “Tell me the truth… are the rumors true? Did you almost kill my son with unauthorized drugs?”Valery lowered her gaze; her voice firm yet laced with guilt. “I did what was best to protect Ryan. I didn’t have time to wait for protocol when he was dying in front of me.”Hecate searched her face, seeking deceit, but found only quiet resolve. She believed her - though pride kept the words locked behind her lips.Valery cleared her throat softly. “I’ll excuse myself so you two can talk this out.”As she walked away, Ryan’s eyes followed her with a longing that burned deeper than any fever. Once alone with his mother, he spoke plainly, his voice heavy with the decisiveness of a condemned man bargaining his las
Valery removed the wrap from his arm, careful not to tug at his skin. She glanced at the screen and read aloud, “Blood pressure’s stable at 118/76… oxygen normal, pulse steady.” She smiled softly. “You’re not having any reactions either, so for now, I’d say we’re good.”She packed the machine neatly back into its box and glanced at him. “Wanna take a shower and then go to bed?”Ryan’s lips curved into a smirk. “Are you going to bathe me like the last time?”“You could barely move the last time,” she shot back, raising a brow at him.But before she could roll her eyes properly, Ryan suddenly hissed, clutching his head with a wince of pain.“Hey, what’s wrong? Is it your head?” Valery switched from sarcastic doctor to full-blown panic in a single breath, her hands hovering near his temples.“It’s… it’s…” Ryan’s breathing quickened, and he leaned heavily into the couch cushions, eyes fluttering shut as though losing consciousness.“I don’t get it; your vitals were fine just a minute ago.
Valery had never woken up to this many people in her house. It was noisy and bustling, thanks to someone in particular. “This reminds me of the good old days,” Margret yelled over the music as she danced her way around the kitchen. Making breakfast turned out to be chaotic. There was flour everywhere - courtesy of Ryan and Valery bickering about who got to make the pancakes.“Play nicely, children,” Margret mocked, still nibbling on the bacon she was supposed to plate.“Well, he started it,” Valery grumbled, wiping batter from her cheek.“Are you really going to wrestle with him? He’s sick, don’t make him worse,” Margret scolded, cracking eggs into a pan. Ryan stuck out his tongue, mocking Valery’s frustrated glare.Later, they piled around the table, sharing the breakfast spread.“Mhn, how about we watch a movie afterwards and play some games?” Margret suggested brightly.“Is that needed?” Valery asked, arching a brow.“Val, you don’t always have to be a party pooper. Ryan has a day
Derrick poured himself another shot of whiskey, downing it with one quick toss. He was naked, panting, staring at the bed where his masterpiece lay. 'I should have done this sooner', he thought, wiping sweat from his brow.His hand moved to the side table, fingers brushing against the cool leather of his belt. Slowly, he picked it up and returned to the bed. Issabel lay there. Bruises bloomed along her arms and chest, bright against her caramel skin.Derrick grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head just enough to see her face.“You did not lie,” he said, his voice slurred yet sharp with cruelty. “I’m really enjoying myself.”“Leo… it’s not supposed to… hurt this much,” she whimpered. This wasn't what she meant by trying something new.“It hurts?” Derrick tilted his head, feigning remorse. “Don’t worry, Violet. Your reward will be great. I’m already swelling down there again. Can we go for another round?” “No…” she croaked, turning her head away. What should have been mere hours of f
“Woah… that’s the second.”Valery sat up straight, staring at random objects around the bathroom as if hoping they might anchor her wandering mind. “This should stop happening. I’m not single,” she added quietly, sounding more like she was reminding herself than scolding Ryan.“Sure - be loyal to someone who cheated on you throughout your entire relationship when you were younger,” Ryan mocked.“Just as you said - when we were younger,” Valery countered sharply. Her fingers tightened around the towel she was wringing out. “Derrick is focused now. Disciplined. Such improvements don’t deserve me being unfaithful.”“Then I guess you’re still shallow and blind.” Ryan’s voice was flat, his expression unreadable as he leaned his head back against the cold tub. “It was just a harmless kiss. Be glad I didn’t try it when Riley was around.”“…” That bit caught Valery off guard. The mention of Riley, spoken so casually from Ryan’s lips, rattled something deep inside her. She quickly turned off t