The vase of tulips catches my eye before I notice movement by the door. “What the hell?” I groan, stopping in the middle of the living room.
Vex raises his hand, and I notice my fob dangling from his finger. The anger I’m harboring from last night’s shenanigans and this morning’s showdown presses at my nerve endings like a toothache, fucking with my buzz. For the moment, I choose to ignore it, allowing the curiosity running rampant inside me to win over.
What’s he up to?
The way he’s staring at my neck tells me it thrills him to see how he’s marked me. Almost as if he’s claimed me.
Once upon a time, I wished for our happy ending. He would be the one to rescue me and keep me safe from the haunting fear hovering over me. I believed it when he promised to be my king.
Nightmares are the real fairy tales.
“Don’t you get tired of chasing something you’ll never have?” I ask coldly.
“It almost sounds like you’re starting to believe your lies,” he counters lazily, dropping the fob on the small table by the door.
Crossing my arms and popping a hip. “Lies?You’re fucking delusional. What part of I. Hate. You. Can’t you process?” I argue, growing tired of repeating myself.
I’m about to turn and leave him to stew in his own ignorance. “On your knees,” he grits, projecting his anger across the room at me.
His confidence is adorable. The fact he thinks he can control me is laughable to say the least. I decidewhoandwhatI wanna play with because puppets aren’t really my thing. My strings were cut years ago and burned in the wreckage he caused.
Although… he’s obviously up to something. I’ve never had much patience. However, his puzzle might be fun to solve.
Ready to lose myself in a childish version of make-believe, I lower myself to my knees. Accepting his invitation to play.
“Crawl,” he orders, pointing to the spot in front of him.
I may not be a voyeur, but private pleasure is a world I’m down to get lost in. When part of your soul lives to crave attention, it’s like a desperate scream begging to feel wanted, tormenting your insides until a switch flips, turning all your cravings into madness.
My hands glide effortlessly over the fluffy carpet as I hold his stare. He’s going to be totally disappointed if he thinks I’ll ever play a submissive role.
Trust is an award I’ll never give.
Leaning back on my heels, peering up at molten liquid scorching me. His hand fists in my hair, yanking me to my feet. The burn from my scalp wiggles its way down to my belly, punching at my core, making me gasp from the pleasure.
“You’ve pushed my patience,” he rasps, leaning down to my level, filling my senses with mint and leather. “So much time, little spade.” Dragging his free thumb roughly over my lips.
His words break the spell he’s captured me in. “What?” I whisper, blinking away the last of our connection.
“Mmhmm,” he hums deeply, tightening his grip on my hair. “Time. Frustration. Whoring,” he rasps, running his nose up the side of my cheek, breathing me in.
“What the hell are you talking about? You’ve got me mixed up,” I hiss, anger surging under my heated skin. “I’m not a whore,” I protest, wiggling, trying to break free from his grasp.
“Says the little slut that just crawled to eat my dick,” he taunts evilly, holding me with a death grip. “How wet’s that pussy now?”
“Fuck off,” I hiss, hands yanking at his wrist, desperately needing space to breathe and figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
“I’m sure you’d love that. Me forcing you to gag on my cock. Before fucking you into an oblivion. Right? That’s what you want?” he chatters, pissing me off even more.
“I don’t want shit from you.”
He chuckles maliciously, steely eyes burning me. “Anda liar. I expected more from you, little spade.” Shaking his head in disappointment, finally releasing me.
I stumble back a few steps. “You’re fucking delusional,” I throw out, trying to process why I even care about the shit he’s said.
He glances towards the vase on the table. “Don’t leave this fucking house. I’ll be back to finish this later,” he orders angrily, turning to leave.
“You don’t own me,” I giggle at his audacity.