Chapter 72: JUST HIM
Arianna
“I wanted you safe and far away from me when I’m playing with my victims so I can later come home to you, to see you sleeping soundly in our bed but no, you’re stubborn as my cock who wants to destroy your cunt for disobeying my orders,” he growls against my neck and a whimper escapes me when he bites my skin with his teeth, marking me.
Squeezing my ass, I hold his shoulders so I don’t fall from his possessive threats.
“Then you defend that asshole for helping you. The rational part of my brain just doesn’t function well tonight because I was in the mood for more blood, but then you come, like a pure innocent angel, tasting like sin. How could I not have you? How could I not feel jealous of him for being in the same space as you, breathing the same air with you without my permission?”
“Oh god, Vince…” rolling my eyes because of his jealousy strike, the protest cuts off when he kisses a path to my ear, marking me with his teeth all the way.
“I fucking know it’s wrong, but I just need you to be mine. No one else’s,” he pleads, but also growls at the same time.
“I’m already yours, Vincent. No one will touch me as you do. No one will ever love me as you do,” I moan when he nibbles my jaw and makes his way to my mouth, kissing all my thoughts from my mind. Lifting my leg, I hooked it around his waist, feeling his length pressing into my tummy. Hard. unyielding.
Letting out a snarl, he yanks himself from my mouth and, without a word, slams the lid of the lighter close with a loud clang to drop it on the ground, enveloping us in complete darkness. Hard hands grip my waist, and he picks me up from the ground to take me to the single desk in the room, all the dust flying around us, even though I couldn’t see it.
Lifting me onto the desk, he puts my legs over his shoulders and pulls me to the edge in one smooth glide. My eyes still tried to adjust to the lack of light when I felt his fingers rip my lace panties in pieces, leaving me naked under the dress I wore. The coldness of the night didn’t even escape the building when the breeze drafted over my bare flesh anyway.
“Wearing this fucking dress in front of him and those people, I would gladly slay everyone after taking a good look at you. At least, they would die with envy because they are not you and are not able to touch you like I am,” he continued to snarl, jealousy dripping from his voice like venomous tears.
Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, I moan in a cry when his fingers sink inside me to prepare for his size.
“So wet. Even after seeing me like this, it makes you soaked,” he purrs in appreciation.
All the senses but him disappear in a flash when all I feel is him. His scent. His touch. His voice. Everything fades away. Only he remains.
“Vince, please,” I beg him to give me what I want. I was desperate for him like I was starving for years without him, instead of hours.
His eyes heat,” Say the words, baby. Just say what you want, and it will be yours.” His fingers move faster, and then they curl in the right direction when my orgasm takes me by surprise, by how fast I can come under his power.
Tremors overtake my body, and my pussy flutters against his fingers, clamping them down, like challenging him to take them out by force, but sensing it needs to be filled by something bigger, I let him pull his hand away so he can replace them with his cock.
The tip nestles on my folds, weighing its strength and size when Vincent leans over me, making my legs squish between us. Bracing himself on the desk with one hand, he wraps the other around my throat and pins my head against the top of the surface, holding me in place. His thumb brushes my lips, and I open them to suck it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around like I would lick a popsicle.
“Jesus Christ,” Inhaling sharply with a hiss, he sinks inside an inch and then stops when I whine around his finger as the salty digit pushes against my gag reflexes.
“Say what you want, baby. I need your words,” he repeats, mesmerized by my eager sounds.
Removing his finger so I can speak, I whine from the pain when he sinks another inch, but then all the shame just goes with a puff of smoke when desire creeps inside me and all over my body like a delicious touch, heating me from the inside out.
“Put it in me, Vince. Punish me for being disobedient. Make me yours and fuck me. Fuck me hard so they know I belong to you and no-OH! Ah!” Shouting in surprise, my begging turns to crying moans when he rams his dick inside my pussy without any warning, squeezing my neck in the process so hard that I start to choke when I feel him thrust deep enough to feel him in my stomach.
Resting his forehead to mine, his thrusts are deeper and longer as we breathe the same air, my lungs protesting to get some air from his hold on my throat, but nothing matters because we are together.
Nothing matters but us.