Natasha's POV
Hearing and seeing Valerian unbuckle his belt in front of me while I'm kneeling snapped me back to my senses.
I was completely taken aback by his action but I've come to my senses now. Thankfully.
I furrowed my eyebrows and cleared my throat.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
I saw how Valerian's jaw tensed up upon hearing me talk.
He looked at me, almost glaring with his soul piercing gaze.
The way Valerian stare at me made me swallow hard again.
Fuck this.
My heart started hammering inside chest. Faster than how Valerian usually make my heart beat fast.
There's something more to it.
There's something more to what I feel right now-- to what he's making me feel.
Is it rage? Anger? Am I feeling. . .?
Fuck.
Valerian held my chin up. His other hand is still on his belt.
"Let me go," I mouthed.
No voice came out of my mouth. Shit. Breathing is even hard for me right now.
"No," I repeated.
Valerian eyes darkened as he gazed down at me. "No what, Natasha?"
I swallowed hard again to calm my nerves down.
As seconds goes by it's getting hard to breathe around him that I already feel like suffocating.
"You asked for this," he muttered.
"I did not." I slowly shook my head. "I did not say anything or do anything for you to say I asked for this."
Valerian let out a sly chuckle, enough to trigger me.
"You're not serious." He shook his head as he looked down at me.
Fuck.
I moved to get up but he was quick to stop me by holding down my shoulder.
"Ooh, not so quick, darling." Valerian tsk-ed.
"What are you doing," I muttered.
"Giving you your punishment," Valerian answered as he softly caressed my cheeks.
I shivered at his touch although his hand was warm.
I guess Valerian just really has this ability where he can make me feel weird things with just a simple gesture.
And, I guess it has to do with us being mates-- the connection and all.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him when I remembered what he said. "What punishment are you talking about? I did not do anything."
"You sure did do anything, Natasha," he retorted.
I creased my forehead. "What? No, I didn't."
"I can count the things you did that deserves a punishment." He paused as he ran his finger tips through my cheeks softly. "And, I can think of how many times I should punish you but let you slide."
Was staying out really late with his sister is punishable? Is that one of the things I did that he wants to punish me about? Or is it because of what happened earlier?
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Mated To The Devil
Romance[UNEDITED] "Careful," the man whispered that sent shiver down her spine. He is positioned behind her and no matter how hard she uses her strength and try to break free from his grasp-- the man's hand were chained to her neck stopping her to move aw...
