Arianna
Time seems to sit still. Seconds tick by, only our breathing is heard in the damned office who belongs to my stalker.
Still laying beneath his large body, my smaller frame seems ridiculous compared to his 6'4 or so figure, imposing all of my senses.
"Don't make me wait, little rabbit if you don't want my teeth do it for you," he warns in a purr, giving me a wolfish grin like waiting for me to fight back, to give him the chance to make that promise possible.
I'm really gonna do this? Will I let him touch me there?
If I do, there's no going back for that ever again. He will be my first in everything and if he so happens to betray me somehow or kill me after I piss him off in the future, I'm sure I'll never forget this experience.
His face inches from mine snaps me back to the real world when that smile dissappears from his stupid handsome face. I wish he was ugly. That way it would be easier to reject him.
I sound like looks are everything but how can you resist a man who literally kills for you and looks like a hot version of Hades? Soon he will take my soul too when I give him my body and the only thing remaining of me will be my heart which is already shattering in small pieces, the little parts of it taken by the man in front of me.
"Baby, I don't want to force you. It's not my intention to scare you. I know that you've never done this before, " his voice is tender, comforting.
My eyes flare when he says that remark," And who said I've never done this before? Why do you think that you're special? I might have been with other men as well."
I don't know why I'm taunting him. He was too possessive and jealous over the thoughts of others touching me so I don't know why I'm trying to get myself in trouble.
His nostrils flare, teeth grinding with the force of it when his body almost shakes with unwanted energy to lose his control. I definitely see it in his eyes, that darkness which probably makes every men running.
"Who?" He bits out one word with so much venom that I flinch back, suddenly afraid of his strength and power to kill me if he wanted to.
Despite that, I just whisper," Who what?"
He promised to never hurt me. If he wants me to love him or even like him, he will keep that promise.
His stare is fierce when he gets close enough to my face to feel his nose brushing mine, teeth bared in a snarl, getting a whiff of the whiskey he drunk earlier.
"Tell me all the names of the assholes who touched you," he whispers, low and deep.
"W-what will you do to them?" My voice was now shaky. Damnit, he can't see my terror but I was failing, badly.
His smile doesn't brighten his eyes, quite the opposite, it makes him look more feral.
"I will hunt them down first and then I will cut their dicks off so I can bring them to you as presents," he explains and my eyes widen when he casually talks about torturing someone just because they touched me.
Not that is true.
"You're crazy, you know that?" My heart hammers in my chest and this time he chuckles, the sound terrifying me.
"Baby, you don't know how crazy I can be for you so don't make me repeat myself, tell me the names," his smile is gone.
I swallow hard, trying to forget his threats and promises to kill my previous fake lovers when I reach my hand to his face, gently rubbing my thumb against his cheek, his stormy gaze motionless but I felt him struggling to stay still.
"That was a joke. I've never dated before. I was trying to rile you up, I'm sorry," I said weakly, trying to calm him down so he doesn't go after my nonexistent dates.
Vincent shuts his eyes close, pulling a deep breath in and then out. The pressure he was holding this entire conversation seems to retreat from his crazed mind and tense muscles when he opens his eyes again, pinning me with a savage expression.
"You lied to me," he grits out.
I just nod my head in shame, our eyes staring at each other in silence.
Fuck, I messed it up.
A beat passes and he starts laughing, a deep baritone cackle escaping from that sinful mouth.
The sudden change in him surprises me and I stare at him when he starts laughing harder, like I'm tickling him or said something so funny that you laugh so hard that you can't breathe for a moment.
The sound was insanely unhealthy but at the same time so contiguous that I started giggling along with him, my tears falling over my cheeks when I let go of the past minutes fear of being killed.
I don't know what was wrong with me or both of us. This was not normal.
"Fuck," he still laughs and I slap his chest for him to stop because I couldn't stop giggling.
"You will kill me, stopppp," I whine, hurt from the pain in my stomach for laughing and that makes him drop his head on my shoulder, still shaking with snickers.
"Baby, you have me fooled. I was ready to kill them," his laugh dies down, only our harsh breathing mingles together.
"You're really scary when you talk like that," I joke to lighten up the mood," But I don't know what was so hilarious about what I said."
His hands grip my waist, nuzzling his nose against my neck when he deeply inhales," It was funny because I believed you like a fool and I really hope that it was just a joke because my warning still stands. Now I'm intrigued to find anything about your history of your friends before I met you."
"So you haven't done that already?" I laugh sarcastically," Such a stalker you are if you don't know anything about me. I thought you're better than that," still giggling, the sound ends with a squeak when he bites my neck, punishing me with his hold on my waist.
"Brat. You will definitely get punished for that," he growls and before I know what to expect next, he suddenly moves away from me and unzips my jeans with precise movements, my breath hitching in my throat.
His eyes are dark when he glances at me," I warned you, little rabbit. There's no escaping me," with that he pulls my pants down my legs, my protest dying in my mouth when he works both of my shoes to remove them before he gets my jeans completely off of me.
His hot stare torches me when he sharply raises his golden orbs to me," No panties," it's like he is not breathing when he says that but not really asking me.
Yeah, I forgot. I have a habit not to wear underwear because they made me itchy sometimes. Now I wish I could have worn them before I came snooping at his house.
"Opss," my burning cheeks were making me sweat when I bit my lip from the way he stared at me and that made me exposed, bare to his hungry eyes.
His hand on my throat makes my pussy weep when he hardly swallows," Don't tempt the beast with your innocent look. I'm merely holding onto my sanity for how I want to taste you and that pussy...fuck," he breathes when he looks down at me, spreading my legs wider to his greedy glare.
"It begs me to touch it, to taste it, to fucking lick it," he groans in pain, like looking at my private parts has him lose his control and even though I was nervous, terrified even about him tasting me with that wicked tongue of his, I wanted him to snap so I feel his need for me.
"You will let me taste you, right baby?" His pupils dilated with anticipation," Just say yes and daddy will take care of it," he begs me and I feel even hotter when those sweet words comes out of his mouth.
Yes to anything he wants.
His hold on my throat becomes stiff, cutting my air off but not enough to hurt. That alone makes me nod my head when I lick my lips.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he groans softly and slants his mouth over my lips, our tongues and teeth clashing together.
Leaving me breathless like always, he moves back between my legs, settling his body between them to look at my pussy.
I close my eyes from sudden shame to know I was not perfect there. I wasn't completely bare like women who takes care of themselves to attract male attention, it made me feel humiliated in a way.
Slap.
My eyes spring open in shock once I register the pain on my drenched flesh, the man looking more wild, a silent warning in his expression.
Did he just slap my pussy?
"Eyes on me when I first taste you. You're perfect in every way so stop doubting yourself," he growls and the words make my tears slip out, knowing he can read me like a book and before I can change my mind to not let him touch me there, he lowers his head and his lips latch on my clit.
My body springs up like a violin string and my shout is loud enough to make even angels soar.