Page 35 of Needing More
Vic's eyes narrowed as he looked at her before something unholy lit up within him at a sudden realization. He gave her a lazy, evil smile that made her pulse skyrocket. "From the moment I met you I have taken a long hard look at myself. And I realized the man I was becoming hiding away on that farm trying to do the so-called right thing, and take care of that bastard. You made me realize what I was missing out on, and that I needed to seize control of my life again if I wanted it to change." He grabbed her by the shoulders and gently but forcibly turned her with him until he was walking her backward.
"Vic stop!" she yelled. She tried to wiggle out of his hold but his grip on her shoulders was too secure. Frantically, she tried to think even as he pushed her back and back. "Hayden will see us on the cameras, he will-"
He cut off her desperate attempt with a cold hard smile. "I turned the cameras off for now," he replied easily.
Sapphire tried to plant her feet but he kept on walking, pushing her backward. It was useless. Pushing back against his solid wall of muscle did absolutely nothing. The movement made her wince again and it gained her nothing. "No Vic! Stop!" she yelled up at him. What was he going to do? "I'm serious!"
Vic paused and Sapphire let out a relieved breath. His hands around her shoulders tightened and he tilted his head in question. "You're wearing the plug, aren’t you?"
Her whole body went taut and she closed her eyes briefly, trying her best to frantically think and escape the perceptive gleam in his eyes. "How…how did you-" she sputtered uselessly.
His fingers loosened for a second, lifting one by one in a slow fan. "I overheard them talking about it," he said, his voice sounding suddenly rough.
Feeling him let go of her completely, Sapphire looked up hopefully. Vic wasn't looking at her, his eyes were scanning the kitchen searchingly until he stopped on something in particular. With only a couple of determined steps, he reached for something on the counter and came back to her. With one hand at her back, he was turning and pushing her again. Sapphire had to do a double take at the glass bottle in his hand. It was the coconut oil. What did he…?
The thought was never finished. Sapphire found herself inside the tiny bathroom next to the laundry room with Vic closing the door behind them both. Her panic returned full force as she spun around to look at him.
"Vic what are you doing?!" Fear injected itself into her voice and she backed away from him hitting the tiled wall behind her.
The bathroom was like any traditional half bath, designed with plain white subway tiles and a plain white cabinet vanity sink across from the toilet. The entire room was unimpressively plain.
She could feel his eyes travel over her and she knew what he wanted, what he intended before he said the words. He set the bottle of oil down on the sink. "I'm going to help you, angel. Take off your shorts."
Her nipples hardened immediately even as she shook her head and backed away. He couldn't do this. She would not let him, she told the traitorous little warm feeling in her body firmly. "No. I-"
Vic's eyes went black and his hand shot out. Sapphire let out a little cry as she felt the sharp tug of her ponytail.
Vic pulled her head back and stepped closer, towering over her as he looked down at her frightened face. "I'm not asking, Sapphire," he warned, his voice calm, almost flat, a direct contrast to the black storm in his sharp eyes. With another tug of her hair, he spoke again, pressing her flush with his hard body. "Unbutton your shorts and slide them down for me."
Her heart was thudding so painfully in her chest she knew he could feel it against him. With her head tilted back like this all she could do was look up past the hard line of his jaw to see his hard eyes looking back at her.
Vic let out a groan as their eyes locked and before she could stop him, he was leaning down over her brushing his lips softly against hers. He pulled back just enough, his lips only centimeters away and his eyes closed. "Do what I say, angel. If you force me to do it for you, I can't promise I'll hold back like I planned."
Shakily, with little choice, Sapphire reached for the button of her shorts. Her fingers hesitated at the metal button.
She couldn't do it.
Images of Hayden and Joel's smiling faces flitted across her mind. She couldn't do it. Tears formed in her eyes, blurring her vision. She couldn't lie to herself and say she didn't want Vic to touch her, but she also knew she could not let him. It was wrong. It would tear them apart if he did. No matter how the heat swirled in her core at the feel of Vic's body and the rough love his touches promised, Sapphire couldn't do it.
Sensing her hesitation, Vic reached for her, the firm press of his long fingers gliding past the curve of her waist until he reached her back. Sapphire felt him pull her to him and stood still like a frozen doe as he leaned forward. Only a portion of her mind still seemed to function as his lips covered hers, sending instructions to her hands to push him away, but Vic ignored her. Crushing her arms between them he pulled her tighter to him and he worked his lips over hers, parting hers successfully and dipping his tongue within.
Sapphire moaned into his mouth as his hunger for her ignited. The soft kiss quickly evolved into something consuming and a little chaotic as his hands cupped her face. Every little sound she made Vic desperately consumed as his tongue battled with hers. Pulling back, he kissed along her jaw as they both tried to catch their breaths.
Sapphire felt herself sway on her feet at the magnitude of emotions rising up like a tsunami inside of her. Betrayal and want battled each other as the twisting coil of white-hot need threatened to overpower her senses.
Vic whispered a curse under his breath before pulling her back to him. Once again, his hand found her hair and pulled, forcing her head back just as his mouth claimed hers again. The fight within her dissipated completely and she opened her mouth willingly to his.
Vic made an almost animalistic sound in the back of his throat. The tugging sensation at her waist brought a fragment of her senses back to reality and Sapphire turned her head away from him. Vic's fingers deftly undid the button to her shorts and within seconds he could feel him roughly shoving the material of her jeans and panties down her ass.
"Now turn around," his rough voice rasped against her neck even as she felt his hands grasp her hips and begin to turn her around to face the sink.
Acute embarrassment shot through her as she realized how he would see her. Bracing her hands against the cold porcelain sink, Sapphire tried to push away from him, but she could feel his hips behind her pressing against her partially exposed ass.
"Vic don't! Please," she begged but the sudden feeling of his hand on the back of her head made her freeze. With little pressure, he pushed her head down and held her by her waist until she was bent over with her head resting on her hands and the cold sink.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, ignoring her protests completely as if he was in a trance.
Bent like this she could only partially see him as he stood behind her. She watched his hands as he reached for her and closed her eyes as he pushed her shorts and panties further down until they hit the floor.
