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Only because he wants to be the one to do it—on his own terms.
Tears burn my eyes from his thrusting and from my thoughts. My throat feels on fire as he slides in and out of my mouth rapidly.
“That’s it. Take this fucking dick,” he grunts as he thrusts. His neck arches as he tilts his head back, lost in the moment. His Adam’s apple juts out and I want to lick and bite it so fucking badly. He yanks my head back by my hair as he pulls out and then yanks me forward as he thrusts.
“Your pretty little mouth is gonna make me come, baby doll,” Vincent says as he glances down at me, his head still tilted back. Him looking down at me should make me feel small and powerless but seeing him come undone with his hooded gaze and desperate groans, does nothing but make me feel powerful.
“Fuucckk,” he groans as he pounds forward one more time before stopping and his release floods my mouth. I gag around his cock as his essence spills down my throat and it makes him groan louder.
“Swallow every fucking drop.”
Once he finishes, he pulls out of my mouth and grabs my upper arms, hauling me to my feet. “You did so good for daddy, baby doll,” he compliments me and though the word makes me cringe slightly, I’m more accepting because he’s actually complimenting me.
He pats me lightly across the face before stepping away and moving under the spray of the water. It must be fucking freezing by now, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit.
Blood continues to drip down his arm and splatter on the floor and when I step up to him, wanting a closer look at what he did, he pulls his arm away from me.
“Vincent… We have to talk about that…”
“Oh. So nowww you wanna talk, baby doll? No. That is not how this is gonna work,” he shakes his head angrily and turns away from me. He steps out of the shower and grabs a towel to wrap around his hips. I quickly follow him out and do the same thing. Every step I take stings—probably because of all of the glass that is more than likely embedded in my skin, but right now I can’t think about that.
“Vincent!” I shout as I follow after him, trying my best to avoid everything strewn about on my floor. In the hallway, Vincent quickens his steps and darts into his room, slamming it shut. I hear the lock click into place as I try the handle and I fight the growl of frustration which threatens to spill from my lips.
“Go the fuck to your room, Essa,” he growls at me through the door, and for some stupid fucking reason, I listen. I feel dejected and completely wore the fuck out as I slump back to my room and fall face first down on my mattress.
My entire body aches in pain, but it’s comforting enough to lull me into a restless sleep.
