Page 20 of Vows From Hell

Nights filled with terrors. I couldn’t count how many times I’d woken up in the middle of the night, screaming for him, begging for him to come and save me from the brutality of reality. How many times I was daydreaming of him coming for me, how many times I was crying myself to sleep knowing that I could never show him off to the world.

And the fact that he was there, right there all the fucking time, broke me. He quite possibly saw me breaking down, crying for him, shaking all alone in my bedroom, wishing he was with me.

It was anger.

My hands trembled on his chest as I bit my bottom lip until blood filled my mouth. Some managed to slip out, sliding down my chin.

Micah brought his face closer to mine, licking the blood that tickled. My body was on fire, half from anger, half from sadness. I couldn’t pick one and stick with it; a whirlpool of emotions overwhelmed me.

His hands were on my hips, holding me in place.

Tears pooled my eyes, yet I saw everything so clearly. My heart was clouded, but not my mind. My mind was lucid. I was fully aware of what I needed at this moment, and I didn’t want to hesitate anymore.

I needed an outlet for all this pent-up anger. I didn’t have a safe space where I was able to let go of all frustrations, insecurities, and doubts. Yet a mere touch from him told me it was okay to let it all out.

In a way, this was what I truly desired and Micah knew it.

“Show me just how angry you are, Bambi.’’

Not a single trace of doubt laced his tongue.

So, I embraced it.

All the darkness, all the anger and pain, I decided to overdose on it.

And I placed my lips on his.

VII

STORM

His lips tasted like the darkest places of my soul. Alluring, intoxicating, and addicting. Like a starved man, his kisses threatened to eat me alive. Roughly, his mouth moved in sync with mine, neither of us wanting to break apart.

Quickly, I was laid on the bed, with Micah on top of me. Skillfully, as always, he managed to get me out of my clothes, leaving my bra and underwear behind. Chills spread throughout my body as I hissed. Micah bit the bottom of my lip, at the exact same place I did not too long ago, and sucked off the drop of blood.

He trailed his fingers all over my sides, causing little moans to slip from my lips. Once his hands were on my hips, he paused, and squeezed them roughly. It was enough for me to scream in pain.

“I’m sorry, Bambi,’’ he whispered against my lips before kissing all over my jaw, slowly, agonizingly, going down my throat, kissing, licking and biting. My entire neck, throat, and jaw were covered with marks.

“You should be sorry,’’ I rasped out, locking my fingers in his hair and tugging on it. Forcefully, he looked up at me, his eyes glistening with lust. “It hurts, you bastard.’’

“I’m trying my best to control myself. It’s been too long since I’ve last touched you. And I’m not patient enough to go slow.’’

“Looks like you’re only patient when it comes to teasing me.”

Micah grinned, tilting his head to the side. “Of course. That is a form of satisfaction on its own.’’

I rolled my eyes, but he didn’t like it. His brow creased as he tugged the hem of my underwear. For a moment there, I thought he was no longer the caveman and that he was going to just take them off.

Of course, he had to rip them into pieces and toss them aside.

“Those were expensive!’’

“I’ll steal some for you.’’

“Steal? Shouldn’t it be buy?”

“Isn’t it more exciting for me to steal some?”

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