What We Do in the Night (Day to Night #1) - Stylo Fantome Page 0,102

backpack as she walked through it.

“That's right, run away, Valentine!” Ari's voice carried after her into the hall. “Run back to your fucking club and your fucking 'clients' and your fucking lies. Maybe you'll actually believe you're not a whore this time around!”

Valentine was fuming as she banged on the elevator button. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. How dare he accuse her of lying to herself, when he was the biggest liar of all. She wasn't a whore. She was not. People paid for her time, they paid for her company. It was different.

It's different.

Before she even realized what she was doing, Valentine had dropped her bag on the floor and she was storming back down the hall. Ari was still standing by his table, that smirk she hated so much plastered on his face.

That I love so much. When did this happen?

“Who the do you think you are?” she yelled, raising her hands and shoving him in the chest. “You're nobody. You're nothing. Who the fuck do you think you are!?”

It was funny, before Ari, she'd never considered herself a violent person, had never been in any physical altercations. He seemed to bring it out of her. She kept yelling at him and he yelled back at her, and then she shoved him some more, trying to move him. Trying to break him.

When his arms wrapped around her waist, she started slapping his shoulders and his biceps. So he picked her up off the ground, and the next thing she knew, she was being slammed down on the table top. He kept one hand on the center of her chest, pinning her down while she continued striking him, and when she didn't stop yelling, he planted his free hand over her mouth.

“Wish I'd never met you,” he was grumbling, talking more to himself than to her. She bit into the meaty part of his palm, causing him to wince, but he didn't let go. “You've fucking ruined everything.”

But I'm Saint Valentine, I can't ruin love – I can only inspire it.

She started clawing at his shirt, tearing the pocket off as she tried to pull him closer to her. The hand was gone from her chest, instead yanking at her low neckline, forcing it off her shoulders and under her breasts. When he finally removed the hand from her mouth, she realized she'd stopped yelling.

She was whispering.

“Don't let me go. Please. Don't let me go.”

“I won't,” he was whispering back, both his hands now pulling up the long skirt of her dress. “I can't.”

Their hands were rushing and fumbling, struggling to push material and zippers and buttons out of the way. But then both of them were gripping the base of his cock, guiding it inside her in one swift motion. She sobbed and arched her back off the table, practically delivering her chest to his mouth. He dragged his teeth across her lacy bra, gently biting at her nipple through the material.

“I'm sorry,” she gasped as he started pumping inside of her. “I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it.”

“No,” Ari said, nodding his head. “I know. You're not a whore. I don't think that.”

A tear rolled down the side of her cheek.

“I hate that word,” she cried. “I never wanted to be that person.”

“You weren't. You aren't. Never to me, I never thought of you that way.”

“I don't think you're awful,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his waist and combing her fingers through his hair.

“I am,” he said, his lips against the base of her throat. “I'm the fucking worst. But you make me better.”

“I don't want to go away,” she whispered. “Please don't make me go away.”

“I won't,” he promised. “You can stay forever. Just the two of us.”

“The two of us.”

She cried out as her pending orgasm flickered and flared up.

“Only me,” he was grunting as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “I want to be the only one you're with. Ever. Always.”

“You're the only one,” she assured him, gripping the back of his shirt. “Ever. Just you. Only you.”

“Fuck, Val, I can't ...” he started. She felt his teeth along the side of her neck, biting down hard. She shrieked, then choked on the sound when his hand gripped her breast. “I can't do this without you.”

She was coming too hard to question what he was saying, shredding the back of his shirt with her fingernails. She shrieked and shook, locking her legs around him as he tried to pound her