Chapter 59: ALL YOURS
Arianna
“You’re not going.” An order.
I knew we will come to this but we had no other options. The tight dress was beautiful but also relieving, exactly the sort of outfit to visit a club. Red. Sleek. Sexy. And on top of it, the black high heels and a red lipstick to complete the look.
“It’s the only way to draw him out. He won’t resist to catch me there if I walk in there like an easy prey,” dabbing the blush on my face, Vincent literally growls.
“I will not let you be the bait. Over my fucking dead body,” he draws near the dressing vanity where I’m standing and watch a massive hand settle on my lower hip. Possessive force, holding me in place. “And not looking like this. You beg to fucked in this short dress.”
My eyes slide to him in the mirror as I slyly smirk,” Are you jealous?”
His nostrils flare as he pulls my back to his chest so I’m flush against him,” If that’s your plan, then you’re succeeding. Don’t fuck with me, Arianna.”
“I’m not but good to know,” I roll my hips playfully against his hard length, feeling his hardness digging into my ass. The feeling of excitement is there with fear of the unknown and in response he lets out a sharp hiss against my ear.
The next thing I know, I’m twirled around and lifted on the vanity desk by the waist, my poor perfume bottles and makeup essentials falling down on the floor by the sudden movement. With wide eyes, Vincent has hitched my dress up my thighs, exposing my covered flesh and the sound of a buckle unfastening reaches my ears.
“If I’m letting you go, you’re only walking there with my cum dripping out of your pussy. No one will dare to look or smell you, knowing I have fucked you as my own,” the lethal threat is clear with no way out of escaping.
Spreading my legs wide to make a room for his big size, he is already stroking his thick cock with his palm, gripping it in a tight fist while slipping his other fingers under my lace panties to feel my drenched folds. My moans are loud as I fist his shirt, wanting him to touch me and kill him both.
“We will be late,” I warn him through gritted teeth, almost biting my tongue when he slips a finger inside me.
Vincent flashes me a wicked grin,” Late? If that bastard is a regular there, he will be there all night, angry at himself for losing a fight and drowning himself in alcohol and pussy after our escape. Probably wishing for you to be in the place of those stripper workers but alas, don’t fucking bad, you’re mine,” snarling the words against my mouth, he takes it in a searing kiss, immediately seeking my tongue.
The kiss is messy, full of madness and jealousy as he claims it with vigor and my whole body feels hot, feverish when I feel him withdrawing his fingers out of my pussy to guide his cock to my entrance. Muffling the scream with his mouth, his cock drives inside me with a painful stretch but soon it gets washed away with pleasure with each passing thrust as my body jerks backwards against the mirror.
“Oh fuuuuck,” my tongue felt numb.
Every move of his made me feel like I was being possessed. His deep fast thrusts were like a drug; it was so stimulating, arousing, addictive. I was losing myself in a sea of pleasure. My eyes rolled back again and my body jerked against his, trying to escape his hold because it felt too much but also hold on to ride the wave of pleasure.
With him all the darkness was gone. All the trauma I suffered because of that one man was just a speck of dust compared to this.
My face is flaming hot as we kiss, our saliva dripping between us when we part to lock eyes. The drool at the corner of my mouth and my misty eyes begged him to never stop. At the sight, Vincent grabs my throat possessively and thrusts deeper. Hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.
“I own you, baby. Only me,” his voice is dark, low against my lips but I just moan, seeing stars when I feel myself going over the edge.
It was so easy to let go with him. Too easy.
The orgasm takes me to the moon and stars when Vincent soon follows, almost like in a frenzy with a pulsing rod sinking inside my pussy as he manhandles my body like a toy, ramming his cock inside and out. With the glass rattling behind me, he growls like a beast when he slams the palm of his hand against the mirror besides my head and comes with a low groan against my ear, feeling his cum shooting inside of me in hot long spurts of jets. Twitching. Pulsing.
Squeezing my neck, he brings my eyes back to his,” Say the words, little rabbit.”
I can’t help but smile, feeling drunk on pleasure,” I belong to you. Only you,” dragging his face by his hair to mine, he chuckles and allows me to kiss him,” And you’re mine.”
At my declaration, his golden bedroom eyes flash,” Yours.”