Page 82 of Descent

Skyla lets out a pitiful cry as she shakes her head.

“I have to do this,” she wheezes, though I can hear the fight in her voice dying by the second.

“I’ve got all night. Hold your breath,” I say, before shoving her underwater again.

My pace quickens and her pussy contracts, squeezing the life out of my cock. Her body begins wriggling in panic under the water, like she’s out of oxygen. I hold her for several more seconds, though. I know what she’s capable of. She’s held her breath this long before and I know I need to ride that line if I want to break this fucking attitude.

When her movements begin to slow I pull her out of the water again, smacking the side of her cheek to force her to breathe. Watery coughs erupt from her as she pants and gasps for breath.

“Please, please. No more,” she begs.

“Have you had enough? You ready to come home, Siren?” I ask, as I angle my hips, forcing a moan to fall from her lips.

“I’m scared,” she cries, a broken sound that hurts something inside me.

Forcing her to look at me, I continue fucking her, my cock throbbing and her pussy pulsing as I speak.

“I know, but I’ll never let him get you. I’ll never let anyone touch you again. I’m a very dangerous man. Few can go against me. You’re mine, Siren, and you need to act like it.”

Defeat fills her eyes as she weakly nods, her back arching against me as she begins to fall over the edge. I feel my own orgasm build, the anger inside me fueling the intensity as I fillher pussy with my cum. She takes me so well, screaming and moaning her release as I fuck her mercilessly.

When we’ve both come down from our highs, she slumps against the tub, her head just barely resting above the water as she blows out a heavy breath. Turning her head towards me, she shakes it as she speaks.

“For a second there, I thought you were going to kill me.”

Slowly I pull out of her, leaning my face down to hers as I press a featherlight kiss against her lips.

“If you ever try to leave me again, I will.”

Fear dilates in her green eyes before acceptance fills them. Is she just as fucked up as me, to accept such a statement? Most definitely. Is that one of the reasons she’s my goddamn soulmate? Undoubtedly.

“Get dressed and get your things together. Wesley is waiting for us,” I say, as I pull away from her.

“Wesley? Why?”

“Because Ronan and Asher are interrogating Maggie.”

Skyla turns to face me, her face pinched with worry.

“It’s not her fault! Please don’t blame her.”

I don’t respond, grabbing the few items she’s pulled out of a duffel bag on her bed before stuffing them back inside.

“Vincent! I’m serious,” she shouts, as she begins getting dressed.

Again, I ignore her, zipping up the bag as I move into the bathroom, grabbing her arm and pulling her out. She’s barely able to slip on her shoes before we’re at the door. She attempts to pull out of my grasp as she looks at me desperately.

“Vincent, please!”

“Enough,” I snap. “I don’t give a fuck about your friend. I care about getting you home safe. Now stay quiet and stick close to me…please,” I add on, pressing a kiss to her forehead that thankfully has her nodding her agreement.

I grip her duffle bag in one hand, her wrist in my other as I peek out the door, looking from side to side before pulling her with me. We walk a hundred feet or so before two men in security uniforms come up to us. Shit.

“Hey! Stop!” they shout, as they begin to run towards us.

We take off running the way we came, ditching into a side door that leads to the boiler room. I push Skyla to go first, scrambling behind her before shutting the door. Conveniently, there is a latch and I engage it before we begin making our way down the ladder.

When we get to the bottom, I take Skyla’s hand, weaving through the pipes before coming to an exit. I pause outside the door, looking at her.

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