Page 185 of Jagged Souls
“You don’t need the V!” I say. “Come on, helfire. You’ve been so good. You’ve been getting clean.”
“Fuck you!”
She screams, and I’m forced to place my hand over her mouth so we don’t draw unwanted attention.
“Please, Siome. Come back to me.”
“You want to know why I don’t want to get clean?”
“Because I know if I do, you’re just going to leave.”
Her words from days ago still haunt me, cutting deep. I want to give her what she wants. I want to offer her the world. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
But giving us a chance could kill her.
So I do the next “best” thing. The thing that makes me feel sick to my stomach, but it’s what I know she needs – the poor man’s version of V.
Pinning her down, I kiss her and press my thigh between the folds of her skirt. “Let me help you without the V,” I say as she thrashes beneath me. I grab her hips and lift them up, making her rub her pussy against me. She gasps against my mouth. Her hands stop scratching to start pulling my hair. Despite my desire to stop, my cock starts to thicken as she kisses me back.
I want us to make love because she loves me, not because she’s using my body for some basic pleasure. But in the end, I will gladly take whatever crumbs she gives me.
“Fuck me here,” she groans.
“Not in the street.” She isn’t some whore. She deserves to have a bed. Privacy.
“Yes,” she pants. “Don’t make me wait.”
Cursing internally, I stand and help her up. I look around to see if there’s anything we can hide behind. She pulls me towards a wall and starts to lift her skirts. My cock twitches.
“You’re not a whore,” I say, fighting the desire to bury myself inside her right here, right now, where everyone can see. Just like she wants.
She pouts. “What if I want you to make me your whore for the night?”
My hands fist as I fight the memories of all the whores who’ve asked me something similar over the years. She isn’t a disgusting piece of filth like them. Their faces don’t belong here between us.
She reaches for my pants – a baggy set that’s able to stay with me as I shift. A dark color to hide the blood from my torn and broken bones that then heal.
I grab her wrist to stop her, then kiss her to distract her from whining. As much as she wants it, I don’t want to take her here. Pulling her towards the closest door, I break it in. A man jumps up from the sofa and turns towards me with a shout, but I shut him up by punching him in the jaw. He reels back a step, then crumbles to the ground, knocked out. I dig into my pocket and pull out some cash, throwing it on the floor as I shout, “If anyone’s home, get out!”
Siome rubs herself against me. She kisses my neck. I lift her up as the house stays silent. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her until I find a bedroom.
I fuck her on his bed. Me on top, facing the door, ready to jump up and fight if he decides to come in once he regains consciousness. But he never comes in, and I come in her as she screams.
She collapses back onto the mattress, and I shudder on top of her, my cock pulsing deep inside her pussy. She sighs as she closes her eyes, riding out the pleasure of her orgasm, basking in her addiction. My eyes on her face, I wonder how long I can keep doing this. I stopped her from getting V today, but how long can I keep her clean? I thought she was getting better, but she’s just going to keep seeking it out.
My throat tightens as I brush a tendril of hair off her face as she starts to drift off into sleep. She never was a morning person.
I press a tender kiss to her lips. She sighs against me.
“Stay with me,” she murmurs, already half-asleep. “Just promise to stay and I’ll quit the V. I promise...”
My throat closing, I hold her in my arms. I can’t give her that promise, but I leave my cock in her as she dreams.
Present day, Somewhere adrift in the ocean – Micha
Just as the glass of the potion touches my lips, someone rips it away from me. I cry out, then jerk back as something else is pressed to my mouth. The smell of chocolate is soon followed by the taste of it on my tongue. A salt-crusted bit of sweetness. So familiar, yet so alien in this hel.
“Where did you get the V?” Antonio demands.
