Page 4 of Fiend
I’m not planning on it taking more than a day, but sometimes, shit goes wrong, and I need to make sure Essa isn’t alone.
She will probably lose her shit on Jax and curse me to fucking hell like she always does when she’s pissed at me, but when I get back and tell her why, she’ll understand. And if she doesn’t, then she will just have to get the fuck over it. Essa is stuck with me, regardless.
She’s still such a feisty bitch, which, granted, is one of the reasons I love her, but the shit gets irritating real fucking quick.
“Baby,” Essa’s breathy moan pulls me back to the now, and I smirk against her swollen belly. I feel a light thump against my face, and my smile grows until my cheeks ache from the pressure. I press my lips to her stomach before pulling away and lowering my head.
I run my tongue down her stomach, tracing one of the small, silvery scars as I shift lower until I reach the junction of her thighs. Squeezing her plump ass in my palms, I run my tongue between her pussy lips.
Essa’s hands fly to my hair, gripping the strands harshly as she uses them to keep her balance. Her legs wobble as I circle her clit with my tongue and suck it into my mouth.
Her flavor explodes on my tongue, and I groan. Shifting on my knees is difficult on the slippery, shower floor, but I manage to lower my ass to my calves so I can get a better angle. I dig my fingertips into her ass cheeks, giving her a bite of pain as I push my tongue inside of her.
Her walls are warm and wet around my tongue as I fuck her with it. Her moans turn to pants, and her grip on my hair turns brutal. But Essa isn’t the only one that has a thing for fucking pain.
I pull away from her and pant against her wet flesh. “That’s it, baby doll. Ride my tongue.” I hope to see her face as I look up, but her stomach is in the way. So, instead, I delve back into my favorite fucking snack and pull her cheeks apart so I can press the tip of my index finger against her hole as I suck her clit back into my mouth.
Her body trembles against me, and the moment I latch my teeth onto her clit, biting harshly, she loses it. Her scream echoes through the shower walls as she comes all over my face. I shove my tongue back inside of her, needing to feel her walls pulsing.
Her cum on my tongue has my own cock twitching and pulsing. I flatten my tongue and run it along her slit, back up to her clit before pulling away completely. When my hands drop from her ass, Essa shifts away from me, breathless and panting. She steps back under the spray of the shower to rinse off without sparing me a single fucking glance.
“What the fuck is your problem now, Essa?”
“Nothing,Vincent.”With that, she pulls open the glass door and steps out. I huff out a breath as I step into the spray of the shower and wash myself off. I attempt to cool off—literally with cold water—but her fucking attitude pisses me off.
She wants to be pissed at me for doing what thedoctorsaid? Nope. Not gonna fucking happen.
After turning the water off, I step from the shower, not bothering to dry off as I make my way to the bedroom. Essa is standing in front of the dresser, fucking with the sound system, and less than five seconds later, “Lydia” by Highly Suspect blares through the room, the beat thudding the walls.
Because of the volume of the song, I’m able to step right up to her without her knowledge. I wrap my arms around her middle and shove her back against me so her bare ass presses against my thighs.
“I am fucking merciless, baby doll, or did you forget that after all this fucking time?” I tell her in reference to the song with my lips pressed against the shell of her ear. I lift my right arm and wrap my hand around her throat, pulling her head against my chest.
Her back arches, causing her belly to bump into the dresser in front of us. Her pulse races against my hand, the blood rushing through her veins and spiking her adrenaline.
“You may be resilient, but in your condition, you’re my fragile little doll. I may not be able to fucking beat your ass like I used to, but you will lose your attitude.” I tighten my grip to accentuate my point.
“Get the fuck off me, Vincent,” Essa puffs out, and I smirk. Apparently, she wants to fucking play games with me.
I guess we’ll see if she still feels the same when she’s coming all over my fucking cock.
“Is that what you want, baby?” I squeeze one last time before I release her from my hold completely. I take a step back and watch her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath.
“Too bad I don’t give a fuck what you want right now.” With that, I squat and grip Essa under her knees and her back. I lift her into my arms, and she shouts when she loses her balance. A sharp sting radiates on my face as Essa’s palm connects with my skin.
“Fuck you, Vincent!” She struggles in my hold, but not for long. I toss her into the air, and she lands with a thud on the bed. She scrambles away from me, but I’m faster than her.
I’ve always been faster.
I grab onto her arms and quickly secure her left in one of the pairs of handcuffs we keep attached to the bed frame. The clink of the metal clicking into place has Essa’s entire body locking up, her limbs going stiff. With one of her arms out of my way, I lean across her body to secure her right one, but I must’ve been too close because Essa latches her teeth into the muscle of my trapezius.
A growl rumbles in my throat as a painful throb emits down my arm. Warmth coats my skin as she sinks her teeth in deeper before I can rip myself away. I grip her cheeks and squeeze so hard, her lips pucker, glistening with my blood.
I glare at her with equal amounts of rage and arousal pulsing through every vein. “You little fucking…” I snarl, and crash my lips to hers, growling deeper when my blood coats my tongue. Our tongues war with each other as our kiss deepens, desperation surging through the both of us. Our teeth clash, clanking together and jarring us with the sudden wave of pain, but it only fuels us on. Every nip, every bite, every twinge of pain only makes us more fucking needy for what the other gives.
She’s the other half of my soul. Just as merciless and brutal as I am.
Her fingers grip the back of my neck, trying to pull me on top of her.
