Page 71 of Monster
Back then…
Damn. It seems like a whole other fucking lifetime.
Essa crosses her arms across her chest, and I want nothing more than to shove her to her fucking knees and shove my cock so far down her throat, she asphyxiates.
“Get over here,” I growl at her, and her eyes widen briefly before she narrows them at me, shaking her head defiantly.
“I am not in the fucking mood for your attitude right now, baby doll. Do as your fucking told and get your little ass over here.”
“I said no, Vincent,” she finally decides to speak.
“Oh.” I take a step forward. “You said no?” Another step. “Is that what you said?” Another step until I’m right in front of her. Her chest is heaving, whether from anger or fear, I’m not sure, but every brush of her chest against mine causes my dick to twitch.
This is what I like. When the anger between us becomes so fucking palpable, you can feel is crackling in the air around us. It pulls through my veins and makes me want to do stupid things like smash my lips against hers. I glance down at her mouth and lick my lips as I think about it.
Fuck, I remember what it was like to kiss her. The shock of how it felt. The fear of the unknown. And the desperation to keep doing it.
My eyes close briefly as I try to stay in control, and I feel Essa’s cold hands wrap around my throat. My eyes spring open in surprise and lock on hers. She squeezes her hands but there is no fucking way she’s strong enough to hurt me, so I let her. And fuck does my dick like it.
He springs to life, instantly pushing against the zipper of my jeans. I groan as I roll my eyes and Essa squeezes harder. She is already on her tiptoes to reach me, so she steps even closer to get a better grip. Her entire body is plastered to mine. Every inch, every fucking delicious curve of hers, is pressed against mine and it does nothing but make me harder for her.
I lose all sense of reason and quickly bend down to wrap my hands around the backs of her thighs and haul her into my arms. I take a few steps forward and shove her against the wall. Essa’s hands fall from around my throat, but I quickly reach down and grab her right hand, putting it back up to my throat. I watch her swallow, but she leaves her hand there and squeezes me again before moving her grip to the back of my neck.
I groan and press my lips to her neck. I kiss and lick every exposed inch, but I pay special attention to running my tongue across the scar along her throat. She moans as I bite down on her tender flesh. I pull her skin in between my teeth and suck—hard. She yelps and I release her skin to chuckle.
“Fuck, baby doll,” I groan. Her fingers trail down the sides of my neck and slip underneath the hem of my hoodie. She rakes her nails across my abs, leaving a burning path where her nails tear at my skin. I push against her with my hips to hold her against the wall and let go of her legs. I quickly grab the hem of her hoodie and yank it over her head, exposing her bare skin to me.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen her, and fuck. She is even fucking sexier than I remember. Even more so now than before because now, she has scars all over. I swear every fucking where my gaze ends up, I land on a scar and my dick twitches with approval.
My gaze drags down to her breasts and I bite my lip. Her nipples are hard, begging for attention. I grip her waist and drop my head, running my tongue along the swell of her breasts. I suck her nipple into my mouth and flick my tongue. Essa moans loudly and thrusts her chest closer to my mouth. I take the hint and suck harder before quickly biting her and releasing her with a pop.
When I glance back up at her through hooded eyes, I notice her lips are parted and her chest is heaving with her short, shallow breaths. She brings her gaze to mine and her eyes darken with arousal, her desperation radiating off of her in waves.
I’ve wanted to see her look at me like this for six fucking months now. In fact, it’s all I fucking wanted. But now I have it, it pisses me off because all I can think about is how she looked at Dominik like that. How her eyes were dark and full of lust for him. How she panted and writhed underneath him. How she cried out her release as she fucking came forhim.
Like a light switch being flipped, I let go of her and let her fall to the floor in front of me. She groans as her head smacks against the wall. She brings her hand to her head while she stands to her feet, slightly off balance because of all of the shit covering the floor beneath us.
She stares up at me with confusion and rejection clear as day. I don’t say a word as I stare back at her, thinking. What the fuck am I going to do? I want her so bad, but when I have her—like now—I can’t bring myself to let go. The fucking anger festering inside of me is too much and it just snaps in and out of focus like a fucking flash.
I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge, staring out of the window. The sun has now risen, and it shines bright overhead, only a few clouds scattered across the sky. I can see rays of light shining through the trees and their branches and it makes me want to go out there. To go to my place and be alone. I know I just got back, but it’s already too much for me.
Better yet, I want to take someone out to my fucking tree and do what I do best.
I don’t notice Essa has moved until I see her move in front of my line of sight. Her brows are drawn together in confusion, and I arch mine in question.
“Why did you stop?” she asks, and I cock my head to the side as I stare at her. She really is fucking dense.
“Why do you think I stopped?” I retort, answering her question with one of my own. I like figuring out how her brain works.
“I don’t know,” she answers, her voice quiet and small—so unlike her. Now my brows are pulling together in confusion. Why the hell is she acting meek?
“Bend over,” I blurt out, surprising myself. Essa’s eyes widen and she takes a step back. I reach my arm out and wrap my fingers around her small wrist. “I said, bend over.” I yank her towards me and fling her across my lap, so her stomach is resting across my thighs. Her ass is in the air, and her head dangles off the other side of my legs. She squeals as I settle her across me, and I shove her head down when she tries to move.
“You make me repeat myself a lot and I don’t fucking like it,” I growl as my hand smacks down across her ass. She still has her leggings on, but it doesn’t take me more than two seconds to rip them down her ass to her knees. I leave them bunched up at her knees because it helps restrain her a bit more as I bring my left leg over both of hers.
Her black, cotton underwear cover most of her ass as I grip a cheek hard. Essa lets out a strangled noise and I smack my hand down. “Be fucking quiet. I don’t want to hear anything from you right now. Do you understand me?”
“But—” I rip her underwear down enough to bare her ass and swing down. The sound of flesh hitting flesh ricochets around the room and Essa cries out.
