You're being unfair
I headed for the bathroom. The female section. There she was, trying to wash off the stain. It's a good thing the cubicles were empty.
I stepped inside and shut the door. She turned at the noise. Then froze.
“What…what are you doing in here?”
I ignored her question. “You love seeing me so pained and frustrated, don't you?”
“What?”
“After yesterday, you still came here looking for him. Why? Are you trying to piss me off or what?” I was a dry, husky mess with barely any emotions in my voice.
She straightened her back, professionally hiding the fear in her eyes. Of course, she gotta be scared. I'm not playing around right now.
“It has nothing to do with you. I already told you I need him for business…”
“You don't need him for shit, Elena. You have everything you need at your damn feet. Why don't you stop being so fucking stubborn?”
She sucked in a breath and resumed washing her dress. “Please leave, Vince. I don't have time for this.”
Her words aggravated me even more. She sounded so fucking casual. Like, I'm here losing my mind, but she's so fucking calm. What the hell?
She turned off the faucet and made to leave. I dragged her back by the arm, letting her go so roughly, she hit her body on the counter.
“Ouch, Vince!”
“You're not going back there until you tell me exactly why you're clinging to Liam.”
“Get out of my way, Vince.”
“Does Trent know? That you're out here, flirting with that bastard.”
Her face glowed in anger.
“I already told you. Liam and I are just discussing business.”
“You guys are already on a first-name basis, huh?”
“We're getting acquainted, for business.”
“I don't believe that shit.”
“Then don't! For the love of God, I don't even owe you an explanation. And you don't have any rights…”
I shut her up with an aggressive kiss. The kind that left her breathless and struggling to break free.
My other hand soaked up in her hair, tilting her head back while I devoured her lips.
Her back remained pressed against the counter. She squirmed harder, hitting my hand. Got me angrier that I snapped. I spurn her around, making her face the mirror.
I shoved her dress up. She tried protesting, and I held both her hands with one of mine, pinning them on the counter.
“Vince…stop…please…” she was sobbing now. What happened to yelling? Or running that mouth?
I shoved down my pants and my dick popped out. I ran a hand on my shaft and bent her forward. She gasped at the force. I had her head pinned on the counter.
I yanked down her panties and pushed my dick into her moist pussy. She gasped at my entry, squirming even more. I took slight pity on her and let go of her head. She stood, throwing her head back, on my shoulder.
I wrapped a hand around her neck, grazing her cheek with my teeth. The primal need to literally eat her ended with just the growling deep in my throat. My hand left her neck and cupped one of her boobs, pinching her erect nipple. She moaned louder.
I was swatting her asscheeks as I pumped into her.
“Say that having-no-rights-shit again. I dare you.” I whispered harshly, going deep inside her.
She didn't. She couldn't. She was cussing, sobbing, and moaning to my thrusts. Every swat I gave her ass gained me a yelp. The sinful loud sound of skinslaps filled the bathroom.
Watching her face in the mirror, seeing the pleasure on her face, the erotic expression from my thrusts, and seeing her melting more and more to my thrusts blew my fucking mind. Got me so horny and fueled that I doubled my pace.
“Vince…” she cried out my name. “Fuck…!”
“I know you missed this,” I let out a raspy gasp at the intense pleasure building up around my hips.
“Yes…fuck…please…” she moaned and cried, shutting her eyes briefly.
I went harder, stretching out her walls. I changed styles, forcing her head back on the counter while I gripped her waist, slamming harder into her. She squealed at almost every thrust.
Her legs shivered and her butt knotted.
“Fuck…I'm…I'm…gonna…cum.” She cried out.
I pulled out at that warning, panting hard.
I'm not giving her that pleasure so quickly. She gotta yearn for it.
She gotta know she's still a tiny little girl that I watched grow up. And that I can gobble her up in a heartbeat and no one's gonna question me for it. She's no match for me. And she has no right to keep treating me this way.
“You're…you can't stop…now…” she moaned. “Please…please…or I'm gonna touch myself…”
“Go ahead and try,” I growled.
She dropped the feistiness.
“Please…Vince…” The desperation in her voice was music to my ears. My grip on her hair tightened.
“If I let you cum, you'll not go back there again. You'll stay the fuck away from Liam.”
“You're being unfair…”
“Not as much as you are!” I snapped back. “Do you wanna see me dead? What is wrong with you? Why do you keep messing with my head like this?”
“I'm not doing anything to you!” I'd love to delay her orgasm even more but even I needed mine. I was almost at my edge.
Her cries blended with her voice as I began thrusting again, hitting her spot over and over until she had a breathless orgasm. I let out deep grunts as I busted inside her.
I held her tightly until she caught her breath. Even so, I couldn't let her go.
“The hell you're not,” I whispered weakly in her ear. “You know how I feel about you getting close to other guys. You know that…”
“So what?” Tears trickled down her eyes. It was so quiet I almost missed it. Good thing I was staring at her reflection in the mirror. “You're gonna ditch me soon when you get over your obsession. I don't see why I shouldn't start looking for a new interest.”
“What?” I was flabbergasted at the ridiculous shit she just spat out. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about the fact that you can never love anyone as much as you loved your mate.” she finished in a breath.
It was a sore topic and she hadn't given me any heads-up. So I had my tongue rolled up in my mouth, staring at her in painful silence.
“I'm just an obsession,” she continued, her eyes getting stained with more tears. “One you're gonna get over soon. And you'll ditch me aside like you're doing to Aunt Vanessa.”
The last line jabbed at my anger. “You spoke to Vanessa, didn't you? She filled your head with this crap.”
She gently tore away from my grip and began fixing herself.
“My dress…” she sobbed. I'm sure she wasn't crying because it cost a fortune. It had to be about the fact that she couldn't go back there looking like that.
Still, she seemed pretty determined to take the risk. She wore a stern expression after all that crying. One last glance at the mirror and she was ready to leave.
“Don't go back to that hall, Elena.“ I warned calmly. “Go to my car. My driver will take you to Leo's Pack. You can have a quick shower and change of dress.”
She didn't say a word and just left. I didn't follow, but I was kinda convinced she wouldn't dare head back to that hall. Except she wanna see me go crazy.
I watched my reflection a little longer, dumbfounded at what just happened.
We fucked. Again.
The crazy thing is, the more I do this with her, the harder it's gonna be to let go.
Maybe I'm obsessed. But it's not the superficial kind. This one is morbid. Feral. Self-destructive. An obsession that'll linger forever. Until I'm six feet down and rotting.