Arianna
Days passed until the whole week was over since I moved in Vincent's penthouse, all of my belongings were now in his place and I took the empty room for my art studio.
If you ask me two weeks ago if I will live together with my stalker, I would say - No chance in hell if he is behind bars - but well that is not what happened.
My resolve totally broke down the longer he showed me how much he cares about everything I do and that I need to give him a chance but mostly it was because he was the author behind all of my dark art, my wish for meeting the man behind the mask came true.
About his murders I was most skeptical and concerned but I knew he only goes after people who harms others, that he brings justice to those who deserve it. In a way I understand, that's his coping mechanism against his mother's death but lately he has listened to my request to not kill them but take them to jail for the final sentence by law rules.
He said that he never wavered from slaughter but for me he is trying.
I know he has dark urges to hurt someone and their blood makes him feel better but when he is with me, he is much calmer and that I'm enough. It should make me scared about his unstable condition but I only feel flattered in a way because he is trying.
If someone threatens me though...he will definitely go after them and kill them without mercy. I couldn't say anything about that, too afraid to anger him more.
Sometimes I think he has bipolar issues when he is sweet, then turned on, then again angry and most of all overprotective about my whereabouts. Begging him to stop being a creep, he still checks where I am, watches me through his own cameras which are installed for safety reasons and even listens what I'm doing through my phone.
Promising each other that we will not lie, he told me that he has also hacked my phone for the audio permit. His reason and I quote - 'If someone attacks you and I hear you scream, I will know that you're in danger so I don't give a fuck if you don't like it. That's how much I care baby, so don't fight me on this if you don't want to end up dead somewhere.'- Well, his words made an impact on me all right because that way he saved me from Charles. I couldn't even refuse.
Now when Sunday rolled in, I found myself baking in his kitchen, the multiple tools and foods to choose from was my way of experimenting on dishes that I could make for him to try.
Called in work, he left three hours ago to hunt some criminal who raped his wife's girlfriend in some alley when the friend confronted him about seeing him cheat on his wife. In spite of anger, he forced himself on her to shut her up if she tells his wife about it. When I heard it, I felt horrible and sad about the woman who just wanted to help. People are really monsters sometimes.
Checking that Millie is sleeping in her kitty bed, I take the ingredients I need for the chocolate muffins I'm making, I mixed the whole mass in the bowl and puffed when I couldn't find any sugar.
"No way he doesn't have it," I murmured to myself and opened all the cabinets, looked through every shelf and drawer for the white sugar but still I couldn't see it anywhere.
Looking around, I try to find possible cameras which are recording me but I didn't know where they could be.
My eyes track my phone on the barstool and I tiptoe towards it to open the massage app.
Don't you have any sugar at home? It's like you eat everything sour.
Some minutes later there's a reply.
Are you baking something for me baby?
I am but without sugar it's impossible.
I can go to the store if you don't have any.
No. Wait for me and I will bring it to you on my way home.
If you step out outside alone, you will get in trouble.
But I will be safe if you track my location anyway so what's the difference?
I repeat. Don't leave.
Well I'm an adult so if I need to go out, I will.
It's not like someone is waiting for me to leave home and kidnap me.
Three dots appear, disappear and then appear but it's like he is repressing himself for leashing hell on me as I wait for his text.
Knowing that he wants me safe and sound was one thing but another if I'm trapped inside these walls like a prisoner.
My phone pings again and I read the words on my screen with a shiver.
Don't make me chase you and drag you back to teach you the word no.
Don't make me angry because if you do, there will be tears on your pretty face when I stuff that bratty mouth full of my cock.
And also, you will end up tied to my bed so. don't. fucking. test. me.
Your threats don't scare me, Mr. Overbearing.
Oh, she has jokes now.
I will say nicely and this is the last time - Sit that ass home until I get back with your fucking sugar.
"Ughh, why he is so frustrating sometimes?" I groaned, not caring if he is listening or watching me like he always do.
Furiously typing back, I tried not to think about the possible ways for him to punish me if I keep pestering him further.
How long till you get back?
Ten minutes, your highness.
Now stop distracting me when I drive.
Not answering him, I sighed in defeat and dropped the phone back on the barstool to make myself some tea to occupy my mind, mostly because I didn't know what to expect from him when he arrives.
He can be my boyfriend but that doesn't mean he can't boss me around like I'm some property of his.
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Exactly ten minutes after I hear the front door unlocking from outside with the keypad he has mounted by the wall besides the exit.
Still sulking, I was now lounging in the couch in front of the big TV, some commercials running in the background as I read a romance novel which is written by my biggest problem right now, the latest published book and I was just getting to the good part when I hear heavy footsteps behind me.
With my feet tangling in the air, I was on my belly as I look up and see Vincent in his hot police uniform entering the living room, looking handsome as hell but the look in his eyes makes me tense.
Putting the sugar package on the table with a little bit of force than intended, his golden sole focus is on me holding me in place.
His gaze is cynical, dark when those cold eyes trace a path down my body, noting also his book in my hands but not straying from my own frightened eyes more than three seconds.
Oh oh.
"Vince? Hi," I squeak, cutting the uneasiness when his long legs advance towards my direction, stopping right behind the couch on my left as I look up at him. The book is long forgotten when it falls from my hands as the dark presence towers over me like the devil he is.
His jaw clenches and I see splotches of blood on his bulletproof vest, my heart stuck in my throat. Gripping the edge of the couch, he leans down so his faces is closer to mine, knuckles whitening almost blue as he digs his fingers there.
"Whose blood is that?" My voice shakes, still staring at his chest but his fingers grip my chin and forces my eyes to his.
"Eyes always on me, are we clear?"
I purse my lips but my silence makes him squeeze my jaw harder but only so I get his point across to my brain.
"Clear, you brute," I grit my teeth, only to piss him off more as his eyes twitch with a tic on his lower jaw.
"I wouldn't curse at me when I'm irritated, highly not recommended."
"You're acting like a caveman so sorry if I'm being rude when you come home angry at me without reason and looking like you have killed somebody on your way to me, care to explain about that?" I glare at him.
Vincent exhales deeply like my answer is really annoying him. The hell is wrong with him?
Waking me up this morning with his tongue in my pussy and then fuck me until all my limbs were exhausted, he left in a good mood and there was nothing to be mad at me about so I don't know what his problem is.
Sparing my ass for a whole week was accomplishment for his level of patience, edging me every day with his fingers to stretch my hole so I'm ready for his cock when the time comes for him to fuck me in the arse, now I was tempted and also uncertain for his bad temper.
"Reason is simple. You talking back to me and not answering the phone when I text you. I'm already on edge from the fucker who made an attempt to attack me but your words about leaving because of some stupid sugar just made me mad," his hot breath stirred fire against my face in angry puffs," So don't provoke me if you don't want to bend over, drop on your knees as I fuck that little tight ass with my cock."
So close.
A shameless whimper left me and he notices my buttcheeks clenching from his filthy words but since I wasn't a weakling, I decide to poke the bear further with my stupid mouth.
"Fuck you."
Seconds pass in deadly silence and then a manic smile appears on his face, eyes like molten lava pulling into his dark depths.
"Since you want to be a brat, I will treat you like one," the low husky voice gives me an idea of his plans for me when he suddenly grabs my waist and hauls me over the couch, and I'm left gasping for breath and the shock that comes when he drags me over to the big glass window, for all the eyes to see if someone looks from their window to watch outside, noticing a man punishing a woman in front of him.
With my eyes on the buildings, he pushes me on all fours, bending my waist to a position so my ass is in the air when I dig my nails in the carpet from fear.
With his hand on my back, I hear him unzip his trousers, my heart thumping from adrenaline.
"You asked for it baby," he growls and then I hear him unbuckling his belt to yank it from the loops as it slides out with a whoosh. Dreading my fate, he pulls my face upwards and orders me to open my mouth and since I didn't want to be on his bad side, I obey. The belt is put between my lips and I can't but bite it down when he tugs it around my throat to fasten it securely as I breathe between the gaps of my teeth and nose, feeling the leather biting into my skin from how tight it was.
"By the end of this lesson you will thank me for fucking your bratty attitude out of your system so hold tight."
Fuck. The lust and fear blurs together when he rips my panties to shreds. Now I have no choice but to take it.