Page 65 of Monster
“Now is not the time for your disobedience. Do you understand me?” he asks and then clenches his jaw when I don’t move. He ever so slowly lets go of my face, finger by finger. When I’m finally free of his grip, I nod my head, but nodding my head only causes his dick to slip further into my mouth and Vincent groans.
My blood instantly heats at the rugged, carnal sound and it has me sucking him harder. A low, gruff “fuck” leaves his mouth in a harsh breath, and I have to push my thighs together to help dull the ache that has started.
God motherfucking damnit. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. I wasn’t. But here I am, wanting to fuck him because that’s what Vincent does to me. He lowers my inhibitions and takes whatever he wants, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t love it as much as I hate it.
Vincent pushes deeper into my mouth, and I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, but of course that doesn’t stop him. It only spurs him on. He lifts his ass off of me so he can lean forward and work his cock in and out of my mouth faster. I gag and retch around him as my eyes water and tears fall down the sides of my face. Hot trails of shame.
Vincent only smiles when he sees the tears and he moves his left hand to the side of my face. He runs his index finger through the tears and sucks it into his mouth as he groans.
“Damn, baby doll. I get your tears and your mouth at the same time. Must be my lucky day.” His eyes roll into the back of his head as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock as he pulls back. He shudders.
“Fuck,” he utters quietly, almost like he doesn’t want me to hear, but I did. I fucking heard and now I know. I have power over him. I have fucking control over him. He may be controlling my body, but I’m controlling his too.
I swirl my tongue again as I suck him deeper and he begins to lose control. He pistons his hips faster, shoving his cock all the way down my throat until I can’t breathe. I gag around him and try to breathe through the pain. He swells in my mouth and not even three seconds later, he’s groaning loudly and shooting his release down my throat. I swallow greedily around him because as much as I hate myself for enjoying this, I can’t deny it.
Once Vincent is done, he pulls out of my mouth and shoves himself back inside of his sweats. I lick my lips to make sure there is no cum on them, and I press my thighs together almost painfully at the thought. Vincent must have felt my movement because an evil smirk splays on his lips as he quickly shifts off me. I take a deep breath once he is off me and his presence isn’t so fucking suffocating, but my breath is quickly stolen from me when he grips my ankle and yanks me to the edge of the bed.
“You thought I was done with you?” He chuckles as he shakes his head and fear crawls up my spine, slow and ice cold.
“Nah, baby doll. I’m just getting started.”
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“Vin,”I cry out as he brings the blade across my skin again. “Please,” I plead with everything in me but he doesn’t listen—not that he ever did before. He ignores my begging as he moves the knife across my exposed breast. My nipples are hard and when he brings the tip of my knife to my right nipple, I suck in a breath.
In anticipation and in fear.
“Oh, going with Vin are we now? You think that will sway me?” he asks, his tone condescending. My retort is as stupid as it is instantaneous.
“Fuck you,” I spit out. The result of my outburst is the knife to dig deeper into my skin. I observe through blurry eyes as a red drop of blood forms on my nipple and rapidly grows in size the longer Vincent keeps the blade pressed down.
“Fuckme? Fuckme?” he growls, and I can tell he’s getting angry. Losing control. Maybe if he gets angry enough, he will fucking kill me and get this bullshit over with. I mean, seriously. What the fuck do I have to live for now? I sure as hell don’t want to be tortured for the rest of my life and now that he has taken me away from Dom—from the one person who made me feel hope when all I felt was… nothing—I just don’t care anymore.
“Yeah, Vin. Fuck. You. You ruined my fucking life so kill me. End it now.” Tears of pain threaten to spill, but I refuse. I blink rapidly a few times to disperse the burning feeling because I will not cry over anything emotional. The tears because of the physical pain, I can’t prevent, but tears from my own heartache, I have mastered avoiding. And that’s exactly what I need to do now.
“You really think you can get off that easy?” he asks. His tone is quiet and sincere. He drops the knife onto the floor and steps away from my body. My arms are bound by chains, so I can’t move those, but my legs are free and now he has stepped away from me, I pull my legs up to try to give myself some semblance of privacy even though he’s already seen every fucking inch of me.
Neither one of us speaks for a moment. We simply stare at each other, our gazes locked. His brown eyes seem dull, lifeless. And it’s now I am only realizing he hasn’t taken his clothes off. I’m lying here chained and naked, and he is still fully clothed. Even when he shoved his dick down my throat, he kept his clothes on and now I have made that connection, I can’t help but to wonder why.
He seems so fucking different than the man I knew six months ago. One minute he’s so fucking angry, then devoid of all emotion, and like right now, he seems so fucking… broken.Lost. Soulless.
“You ruined me, baby doll,” he whispers as he drops to his knees beside the bed. His face is now closer to mine and I turn my head to follow him. He brushes his fingers across my forehead, moving a stray piece of hair out of my face and my eyes close briefly at the tender touch.
I forgot he knew how to be gentle. And how fuckinggoodit felt when he was, but the feeling of bliss is short lived. He runs his index finger down my temple, across my cheekbone, and down my chin until he gets to my throat.I swallow as he traces the scar circling my neck, now thin and white, but still very visible.
“This is my favorite one,” he says in a soft tone. “It’s visible no matter what you’re wearing—unless it’s a turtleneck and I can’t see you ever wearing one of those,” he chuckles softly. “Anyway, I can always see it and it reminds me of what we had. Who we were. Who we used to be, not only together, but individually.
“Everything has changed, baby doll. And I’m not sure it’s for the better. But I can’t make him stop, my monster, and I sure as hell don’t want to. Every time I look at you, all I see is you with him. In his arms. Letting yourself go with him.”
My heart pounds harder with every word, and my face feels hot even though I want to shiver.
“You were mine and then you left me for dead. Which, if I’m being honest, I could have gotten over. But then you fucked him and that changedeverything.”
“You fucked someone else too!” I scream. He cannot be serious right now! He showed me a fucking video from five months ago of him fucking that blonde bitch’s mouth and he thinks he has the right to be pissed at me for doing shit with Dominik? I don’t fucking think so.
“That’s fucking different,” he argues with me, his tone stern. Is he fucking kidding me right now?Men are truly fucking stupid.
“How the fuck is it different, Vincent? We both moved on.” I glance away from him, hearing the lie in my own words even as I speak them. “I thought you were gone,” I add as I stare up at the ceiling. I can feel his eyes burning into me but I refuse to meet his gaze. I cannot deal with him right now—or ever, really—but especially right now.
