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“I wanted to ask you if I could let Dom know I’m okay.” I shrug and drop my gaze back to the floor, scared of his response. “Just so he doesn’t worry and do something you won’t like,” I quickly add.
“Already taken care of.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my confusion evident.
“I mean exactly what I said. I didn’t stutter.” He takes a step back and I grind my teeth with irritation.
“That doesn’t exactly tell me anything,” I grind out.
“Oh, yeah, I know. That’s kind of the fucking point,” he chuckles darkly as he saunters over to the counter. My eyes drop to his jean covered ass and I stare as his ass flexes with every step. He picks up his glass, filled halfway with some sort of dark alcohol, and takes a large drink. I can’t help but stare at his throat as he swallows. My mouth waters as his throat bobs and for a second, I want nothing more than to walk right up to him and run my tongue from his collarbone all the way up to his fucking jawline.
I hesitantly take a step forward, but lurch to a stop when I catch myself and what I was about to do.
“You all right there, baby doll? You look a little flustered.” Vincent smirks at me as he sets his glass back on the counter. I close my eyes as I take a breath, forcing the temptation of him away. Being around him is so fucking hard. My brain says one thing, my heart says another, but my body is the loudest of all—screaming at me to ride his fucking dick.
“Fine. Just gonna go back to bed.”
“Yeah, that’s fine—for now.” Vincent says to my retreating figure, but I let his words brush off me. I can’t think about anything other than sleeping right now. The amount of restraint it took me to stay away from him just now exhausted me to the fucking core and I know I need sleep if I’m going to keep doing it.
If keeping my reactions to him at bay exhausts me this badly for a short amount of time, I’m utterly fucked, but it also means I have no other choice.
* * *
A searing painstartles me out of my sleep and my eyes fly open as a scream tears through my throat.
“Ahh, it’s about time you woke up.” My gaze immediately lands on Vincent who is hovering above me with a knife in his hand. A knife that has blood on the blade. A knife which looks… familiar.
“What the—”
“Yes, this is your knife, baby. Miss it?” he asks me as he brings the tip to his mouth. He darts his tongue out and he runs it along the edge of the blade, cleaning my blood off it. I attempt to struggle underneath him, but his weight is crushing, and I can’t move.
“What are you doing?” I huff out. Vincent is sitting on the lower part of my chest and upper part of my stomach, making it hard for me to breathe. And it’s even more difficult for me to speak. He’s not sitting on me with his full weight, but still enough to keep me subdued.
“What’s going on is you pissed me off last night with your fucking question and you are going to pay the price for it.” I open my mouth to talk back but about bite off my tongue in shock when he pulls down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. He releases his hard cock from the confines of his clothes, and it springs out in front of him, almost smacking me in the chin as it bobs heavily.
“What the—”
“You sure are full of fucking questions tonight and I’m fucking sick of it. So, I’m going to shove my cock so far down your throat, you can’t fucking breathe. Maybe then you will learn to shut the fuck up.”
His words have me struggling harder underneath him and my reaction confuses me for a moment, enough for me to physically still. Wasn’t it just last night I wanted to fuck him more than anything and now that something sexual is finally going to happen between us, I’m refusing?
Oh, yeah, that’s right. He had some bitch suck is fucking dick right in front of me like I was nobody.
Maybe I am a nobody.
He’s a fucking asshole and if he thinks he is getting his dick in my mouth without a goddamn fight, he’s sorely mistaken. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t the same girl who shot him six months ago. I’m… I’m stronger now.
Somehow, some fucking way, I survived. I survived losing my sister and my fucking baby—but not on my own. Dominik is ahugereason I am still alive, and I will always be grateful for him and to him. The strength Dom helped me realize I have is the reason I know I’m not the same. If I was the same, the moment I found myself back here, I would have gone straight to a fucking blade. But I didn’t. I resisted and didn’t succumb to my urges. Lot of fucking good that’s doing me right now.
My eyes flare in anger when Vincent leans over me. He rests his right hand against the wall behind my head and the head of his dick brushes against my mouth. I push my lips together, fighting him the only way I can when the rest of my body is trapped.
He grits his teeth as he readjusts his hand on the wall and realization washes over me.
Fuck. That was where he got shot… WhereIshot him.
The moment my attention is taken from the situation right in front of me, Vincent pushes the tip of his cock into my mouth, shoving his way past my lips. My first instinct is to bite down but before I can, Vincent’s fingers are squeezing my cheeks in a punishing grip with his cock still between my lips.
“You fucking bite me, and I promise you, I will fucking kill you, baby doll.” He digs his blunt fingernails into my face and tears spring to my eyes from the pain. My teeth dig into the inside of my cheeks and if I move at all, I’ll bite a chunk of the soft flesh off.
