Arianna
"You seriously live here?"
Millie jumps from my arms to go explore before we even step inside the big penthouse which belong to Vincent. High up between the buildings, the 18th floor apartment overlooked the whole city with big glass windows to see everything from afar.
The spacious foyer turns into a big living room. So big that I can't even see the ceiling because it's that high.
The floor is shiny and clean with a big black carpet all over as my bare feet steps into it so I can look around.
Everything looked so elegant and modern. The black and grey furniture was gloomy but perfect for a man like Vincent as he allowed me to wander around his place like I really belong in there already.
With four big rooms, one for his office, the other one for the guest room, then there's is one empty with just a stool and a table for anything if you need to move some things in and of course the master bedroom where the bed was big enough for ten people.
The satin sheets and fluffy pillows, all black and white suddenly looked inviting to take a nap but I found myself back in the living room and going right to the big kitchen where Vince already prepared some food for us.
I also found out that he has three bathrooms at least and each one has a bath and a shower stall.
"Are you a millionaire or something? This place is so big!" I exclaim, still in shock.
Hopping into the barstool by the kitchen counter, Vincent chuckles when he sees how excited I am.
"Well not quite but if you're comfortable here, that's all that matters."
Turning to look at the big window, I see all the lights from the buildings and the sky was clear enough to see the stars. The view was amazing for cozy coffee mornings reading a book and for evenings watching movies eating popcorn. I could get used to this.
Feeling fingers running through my wild locks, I snap my eyes to Vincent who has somehow managed to get behind me without me noticing or hearing him while I was lost in the beautiful scenery outside.
Now I smell him and feel his intimidating presence shadowing my own. Tipping my head back, my view is upside down as I grin at him when those eyes watch me intensely.
"Are you comfortable?" he murmurs softly, sliding his fingers over my hair, still caressing me and I get warm inside from his touch and how good it feels.
"Very. I could get so used to this that you might regret me bringing me here because I tend to have a mess when I get creative," I warn him with a smile but he only chuckles deeply, stepping closer.
Sliding his fingers along my jaw, he leans down with dark eyes, slowly brushing his lips on mine as I part my lips from sensation, seeking his tongue out as I grip the barstool so I don't fall.
"Breathe baby," he whispers and I suck air into my lungs, just now only realizing that I stopped inhaling oxygen.
"How can I resist you when you look so pretty and cute, just admiring our home?" he asks me and then grins," And make it messy as you like. It will be the best thing in the world to come home and find your things all over my place so do your worst, kitten," kissing me again, he steals my breath with his words.
Pulling away, it's hard to come back to my senses when that smile on his face tells me that he knows how affected I am by him.
Straightening to his full height, he traces my cheekbone with a fingertip before stepping away," We will eat a snack and then go to bed. I'm sure you're tired after being a good girl for me," my glassy eyes watch him step behind the granite island counter again to make me some tacos.
Watching him in his element, in his home feels intimate but good. In a tight fitted black t-shirt which showed every inch of his muscles and grey sweatpants, the look couldn't be more striking than the suit he had on but I guess he looks good in everything he wears or does.
I'm the lucky bitch who has the privilege to see it and witness it. The smile on my face can't be helped when I see him make me a hot chocolate, my favorite.
Fuck. He knows my favorite foods and makes sure I'm taken care of. Am I dreaming or still fantasizing about the male characters in the books I read and somehow I have brought him to life?
"Baby, that smile is dangerous. You look look like you're in love with me," he chuckles in a teasing tone but his words wipes the smile off of my face in a instant.
Am I really in love with him?
I think I already am and that scares the hell out of me to be honest.
I shouldn't be in love with a man who stalks me, spies on me, follows me everywhere and even kills for me. I really shouldn't but it was too late. He already claimed me, forced me to live with him…well willingly but still.
When I realize that, I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment because I couldn't look at him in the eyes, fearing to see the - I told you so - look.
Knowing everything about me, he probably knew I will not resist his charms, his attention, his looks, those eyes, that voice…damn I fucking love my stalker.
Shit. Mission abort. He accomplished his task to fall for him.
"Ari, baby," I hear him coming towards me and then hear a clinking sound, assuming he put the plate in front of me and the drink he was preparing.
Sitting besides me, he tugs me into his lap before I can even protest.
Tucking my hair to the side, I still can't look at him as I burrow my nose in his neck. Laughing besides my ear, he pulls me tighter to his chest, kissing my temple," Angel, look at me."
How can a man dangerous as him can be so soft and sweet?
I melt and obey his words, my eyes timidly looking up at him as my cheeks burn from his focus on me as he gazes at me with a smile.
"You don't need to shy away from me. You can admit it but I need to hear it."
"Hear what?" I play dumb and his eyes darken when his hand rests on my cheek, sliding across my chin to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it.
My panties are already wet from the way he is looking at me and holding me.
"Say the words baby or I will force them out of you the hard way," he smirks with an evil glint in his eyes and I shiver.
"The hard way? How is that?" I whisper in fear that he would snap this time but I knew he would never hurt me. It would only be for pleasure.
My feet flies in the air when my breath gets stuck into my mouth when he lifts me on top of his kitchen counter, pushing the food from the way with his arm to the side as my eyes turn to look down and worry he spilled my drink .
"You can take a sip. You want a taste?" Bringing the mug to my lips, he grins again," Open for me, sweetheart. Taste it," the tone of his voice makes me immediately obey as I part my lips for the drink to slip through my mouth and the sweet taste explodes on my tongue as the drink slides down my throat easily. At least it wasn't really hot but warm enough to drink it immediately.
"Good girl," Vincent pulls the mug away and puts it back on the counter.
My pussy is so wet that I can't even think straight when he steps between my legs and lifts his hand to my face. Wiping the remaining drops of chocolate drink with his thumb, he parts my lips with it making my tongue lick his finger when those eyes fills with lust.
"Yes, suck it like a good girl," slipping that finger deeper, I moan around it as I suck and lick the sweetness off of it.
With my eyes closed, I don't notice him taking one taco in his hand when he tips my chin up," Take a bite."
For a moment I'm confused that he is trying to feed me but I don't question him when I eagerly do so, his eyes on me as I take a bite and chew it.
As soon as I taste it, I almost choke on it as I open my mouth to talk," This tastes like heaven."
He chuckles, stroking my lower lip with the tip of his index finger," Good."
Smiling with my cheeks flaring, I probably look like a chipmunk, stuffed full of food as I continue to take little bites from the taco which is surprisingly tasty, with some lettuce and tomatoes, tomato sauce and chicken filling on it.
Just the way I love them.
"T-this tastes amazing," I swallow the last bite, licking remaining crumbs from my lips," You're the perfect book boyfriend. Cooking good as well? Jesus, I will stay with you forever then," I joke but there's a truth in it.
Nibbling my lips, Vincent tastes my mouth like it was normal to kiss after a messy meal, sharing the bits with his tongue when at last he breathes against my lips again," Book boyfriend? I will be your real husband who spoils you rotten. My girl needs a man who takes care of her needs, her pleasure, her happiness," then his eyes darken when he curls his fingers around my neck and squeezes," And maybe a little bit of pain."
Oh god.
His eyes trail down when I clench my thighs, feeling aroused and that makes his nostrils flare. Humming softly, he lifts his eyes back to me," Does that turn you on?"
I press my lips shut, not wanting to admit it, shame coating my face as I feel myself feeling self conscious. He knew my deepest secrets about the dark cravings I'm having and despite the fact that he has stalked me and drugged me before, he never acted on those things to hurt me in the way I really wanted. I could never say it out loud.
Vincent binds his hand more securely around my neck and for a second I think that he will choke me but that only makes me shamefully wet and angry that I can't stop those feelings emerging to the surface.
He was ahead of me and I was at disadvantage. He was a ruthless killer and I couldn't do nothing if he kills me.
The only thing I hated more about this situation that I liked it when he threatens me. I should be running, not getting soaked by thoughts of him pleasuring me through the pain. I was twisted as him.
Will he lose his control this time?
Maybe the sweet and tender gestures has been a way to lure me in until he gets the chance to do whatever he wants to do with me. I couldn't be so sure.
"I see your thoughts racing, little rabbit. Do I need to see for myself if you're drenched for me?" He smirks.
"I'm not," I grit my words out and slap myself Internally for rebelling against his words. Do I need to be punished that badly that I am fighting him?
"Hm, all right. I will confirm it then," that's the only warning I get when he shoves his other hand inside my shorts, beneath my underwear to glide his fingers against my pussy as I struggle to breathe or even stay still as I glare at him.
Slipping two of his fingers inside me, I bite my lip when his own tug in a small smug smile when I try to ignore them stuffing my hole like he knew I would be wet.
Drawing those fingers out, I couldn't look away when he shows them to me, glistening and dripping. Jesus.
Rubbing them together, he hums again, still holding me tight by the throat and watch how those long fingers slip between his lips to suck the fluid sticking on them as I refuse to show how I love it and hate it.
When they are clean, he holds my gaze," I would disagree. There's evidence for you, my little pretty liar. The taste of your lies are appetizing."
Tasting blood on my tongue, I try not to beg him to fuck me to ignore my menacing thoughts how I would beg him to hurt me so he can ruin me and then bring those pieces back together.
Shit. In times like these when I got overwhelmed, I would try to paint the darkness away so I feel lighter but I didn't have the canvas or paint to draw it out, I could only suffer in silence.
"What are you going to do? Punish me?" I test him out anyway but I see some resistance in those eyes when he suddenly pulls away, the hand around my throat falling away to let me breathe easier.
In confusion, I watch the mask slipping over his eyes to conceal his emotions from me and then I see the man who is cold as ice for those who have wronged him.
No softness or love in those eyes.
Did I really pissed him off?
"You should go to bed," his voice is almost cruel and I try not to flinch, almost asking him what suddenly happened to change his mood so instantly but I want to anger him more when he steps away and turns away.
"Follow me," not even waiting for me to get in a line with him, he already walks away towards the direction of the master bedroom.
What the hell just happened?
What did I do?
➖
Something pokes my aching clit when my eyes sprang open from the sudden intrusion as someone pushes an entire lodge inside of me as I struggle to get my bearings back, sleepiness gone in an instant.
The room is dark, cooled down by AC turned on but I know that I'm still in the big bed I fell asleep in hours ago.
I went to sleep alone because Vincent said he has some things to do and that I don't need to wait for him to join me. I was afraid that I have done something terrible wrong because he said that he can't sleep if I'm not in his bed from now on so I was really worried that he doesn't even want to be in the same room as me.
The curtains drawn shut, I couldn't tell if it's light outside or still dark, middle of the night but one thing for sure was that someone is wrenching his way through my still sore vulva, the grunts behind me indicating that the intruder is pleased by the feel of my walls clenching around his big girth.
Struggling, my limbs are restrained and limp, the ropes on my wrists and legs making me shake in fear as I realize my position. I was tied down to the bed.
And someone was fucking me while I was sleeping.
Now I'm wide awake, terrified.
Big hands grabs my neck from behind and pushes my face in the pillow, suffocating me.
Trashing, I couldn't move even if I tried because as I yank the ropes, they are securely attached to the bedposts.
A dark chuckle above my head makes me scream into the pillow when he keeps thrusting his cock to the point that I will break if he doesn't stop but ignoring my struggles, I feel like I'm going to faint.
The dark spots appear in front of my eyes and still I can't help my hips to grind against his, my come coating his entire length as I let go without even thinking.
Then he speaks for the first time since I woke up.
"Shit baby, you're literally drowning me with your come. So fucking wet for me," the low familiar voice should bring me relief but I only feel distress along with delight.
Vincent.
He is filling one of my fantasies to life and it should make me shamed to feel like this because it's sick and not normal.
At the verge of death, tied down in the bed by a stranger who wakes me up with his cock deep inside me while I sleep should make me horrified, afraid.
He is sexually assaulting me in my sleep and all I can think about this that I don't want him to stop.
Yanking my head back, almost tearing my hair from my skull, I cry out from the pain but then moan when he brutally rams his cock far enough to hit my cervix.
I slip in and out of conciseness for how painful and good it feels when he splits me open to his eyes to see his cock going through my vagina. Feeling him spit on my ass, it drips right between my buttcheeks and also my asshole.
"So fucking tight," he growls and my body tenses when he smears his saliva around my small forbidden hole, pressing his finger against it, like he is lubing the spot where he would fuck me next.
I'm not ready for anal sex, the thought terrifies me for real when I start pulling my hands and legs in every direction to get away from that prodding finger but he slaps my cheek hard as I still.
Leaning against my ear, my hair hurts when he pulls the roots so I'm immobile. Hot breath fans over my neck and ear, his gruff voice making me stiffen.
"Don't fucking move. It's just my finger. Next time I will fuck this hole because every single one of them belongs to me, get it?"
A tear slips free and I nod.
"I need your words, little rabbit."
Blowing out a heavy breath, his pulsing cock distracts me but I try to obey so he doesn't suddenly change his mind and takes it anyway if I refuse him.
"Yes, I get it," voice hoarse like I haven't talked for years, he hums.
"Good girl," the praise makes me clench around him and he groans in satisfaction when he turns my face to the side, gripping my jaw tightly.
Now as I get used to the dark, I could see his golden eyes watching me dangerously. His joker mask was covering half of his face and that sight alone made me whimper.
"You're completely ruined me, baby. It was hard watching you sleep without a care in the world but now as you have entered the monster's den, there's no going back."
A clear warning but I craved the monster, it clawed my darkness out until nothing is left but peace and light.
"Do your worst," I challenge him.
Letting out a low sigh, he chuckles," That's why you belong to me."
Not again. My core squeezes his cock and I can't stop it.
Groaning, he laughs," Fuck, you're trying to kill me? Keep pulling me in, you will have a happy dead man still buried inside your wet heat and no one will drag me away from you," pushing the edge of his mask above his lips, he kisses my mouth and I gasp when he starts driving his length back inside.
My muffled scream is cut off by his tongue as it wrestles to keep me silent as he forces another orgasm for me but then I can't even process my body reaction as I squirt all over his cock and I bite his lip, tearing the flesh off as our breaths tangle with a taste of blood.
"Yes, that's it," the pain spurs him on and I shatter again, my eyes blinding me when he withdraws from my mouth, taking some drop of blood from his lips as he drags the finger against my asshole.
My body twitches as I come nonstop and I can't stop his finger from pushing inside my tight hole as it burns when he goes deeper but that full feeling of being fully filled makes me squirt again, trapping his cock inside as he deeply groans, still fucking me with his finger inside my ass.
Roaring like an animal, he pushes me inside the mattress one last time, crushing me with his weight when I feel his cum filling me to the brim, the hot feeling of his come making me shudder as I fight for some strength in me to keep myself awake but I'm slipping into the void when Vincent keeps lazily dragging that cock along my walls which were covered in his cum and mine as his hips rolled against my heated skin.
With a grunt, he stills and pulls out his finger from my butthole and I don't even wince when he slips out of me entirely.
My fading mind feels his eyes on my pussy, our come dripping out on the sheets but his finger pushes everything back inside.
"You're so beautiful when you're full of my cum. I will breed you like this every night if you love this so much," he murmurs but I can't even reply to him because my eyes falls closed, my mind going back to sleep.
Or maybe I passed out from exhaustion.