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I growl as I turn my head, irritated, but he’s fucking right. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m still ruthless and merciless at work and with Essa. But cold? Fuck, not anymore. She ignites this fire inside of me that blazes so fucking hot we both get burned.
The clatter of a plate being set down in front of me snaps me out of my reverie. Andy walks away, leaving me to eat in peace. Shaking my head, I grab my burger and scarf it down.
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I disarmthe beeping security system the moment I step through the door. The smell of grilled meat wafts through the air and my mouth waters. Essa can fuckingcookthat’s for sure. Which also surprised the hell out of me. We haven’t talked much about her life growing up, but I do know she didn’t eat much, and when she did, it was always cheap food. So the fact she can cook as well as she does was a pleasant surprise. One I utilize often.
Slamming the door behind me, I drop my keys to the table by the door and make my way to the kitchen. “Life is Beautiful” by Sixx:A.M. blares through the surround sound and a smirk pops up on my face. She really does have great taste in music for only being eighteen. Most teenagers only like shitty mainstream shit, which I’ll admit, some of it is good, but nothing beats rock.
I trip over my feet when my eyes land on Essa. Her back is to me as she stirs something in a pot on the stove, but it’s not what she’s doing that has my attention, it’s what she’swearing. She’s in one ofmywhite T-shirts and that’sit. No underwear, no bra, nothing and the light from the sun shining through the windows makes it very easy to see. Saliva pools in my mouth and my dick turns to stone in my jeans. She looks fucking edible.
Her hips sway back and forth to the beat of the music and her hair swishes along her lower back. She turns around to grab a box off of the kitchen island behind her when she sees me. She gasps and her hand flies to her chest.
“Jesus fucking Christ you scared the shit out of me, Vin.” She chuckles as she turns back around, but it doesn’t meet her eyes.
“Vin? That's new.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess it is. I don’t know. It kind of came out. I’m sorry.” She keeps her back turned but her head falls down so she’s staring at the counter. I move until my front is flush against her back. I push her hair to one side and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. I run my lips across the back of her neck and goosebumps follow the trail of my lips. She shivers slightly in my arms as her breathing begins to accelerate. I lift my hands up under the hem of my T-shirt, running my fingers back and forth across the uneven expanse of her skin.
“Fuck, baby doll. I missed you.” I latch onto the side of her neck and suck. I know it will leave a mark, but that’s the point. I love marking her skin. I sink my teeth into her flesh and she cries out. Blood flows into my mouth and I suck until no more comes out. Satisfied with the metallic taste of her blood resting on my tongue, my craving satisfied for now, I pull away slightly and tilt her chin up until her eyes meet mine.
“Baby, you can call me whatever the fuck you want. Vin is fine by me. Don’t start getting all whiny on me.” I pull away and smack her ass as I move to take a seat on a stool. With a smirk playing on her lips she turns back around to continue cooking.
“Hurry up and feed your man, baby doll. I’m fuckin’ starving.”
“For food or for me?” she quips back.
“Well, when you put it like that…” I launch from the stool and round the island. I flick the burner off, then fling her over my shoulder and onto the island. She squeals out when her bare ass hits the marble but I drown the noise with a kiss. I push her onto the counter until she lies back fully. I grab the hem of the shirt and pull it up to her neck, revealing her body to me.
Sex between us has become somewhat carefree. I don’t always have to bring her pain and I don’t always have to force her. This is uncharted territory for me, but I’m enjoying it, and trying not to think too much into what it could mean.
Essa’s body writhes beneath me, and I wrap my hand around her throat like I always do and squeeze with enough pressure to get her attention.
“Lie still, baby doll. It’s time for Daddy to eat his dinner.” I know if I would’ve said something like that when I first met her, it would’ve sent her in a tailspin, but now she squirms harder. She’s blossoming into the perfect little toy.
I nip, suck, and fuck every inch of her pussy with my tongue until her thighs crush my head and she screams out my name.
Dinner was fucking served.
20
Vincent
After I madeEssa come all over my face, she finished dinner up and now we’re sitting and eating at the table like a fucking couple or something. The dialogue between us has been short, back and forth bullshit like her asking how my day was and whatnot. I can’t focus on a single thing she is saying because she won’t stop fidgeting with her fingers and my fucking eye twitches in irritation. So many things—and not good ones—are popping into my head as to why she could be so nervous around me again.
She did something stupid, like try to run away.
She called the cops.
She went through my things.
She found ammo and loaded the fucking gun.
Every thought is pulling me under more, fucking drowning me. I can’t focus so I ask her straight up what her problem is. I can’t take it anymore.
Her eyes dart to mine and she physically pales.
Side note, never take her to fucking gamble. Her poker face is shit.
