28. A Little Break
twenty-eight
A Little Break
Onyx: 2024
I found my way to Devil’s Tavern, where rules are meant to be broken and lessons learned.
“Onyx” What the hell are you doing?” Zoey spins me around on the stool, blinking at me in disbelief.
Once the room stops spinning, and I’m able to see her face. “Thinking about a new tattoo… shit, you made me forget,” I pout.
Her lip raises in disgust. “Come on, this place reeks of vomit and STDs,” she sneers, tugging on my arm, trying to pull me from the stool.
Slapping her hand away. “I was a good little squirrel, flaunting his nuts all day. I deserve a break,” I argue, turning around to find my shot.
“Vex is going to stroke out,” she shouts over the music streaming from the jukebox I’ve been feeding for hours.
I slide from the stool, realizing too late it's a horrible decision, trying my hardest to focus on her and not face plant at her feet. “Fuck him and his stupid stroke,” I hiss.
“Hi, I’m Amy,” she rushes, interrupting my rant with her sweet, smiling face. We both turn to gawk at the blonde, who’s currently helping me stand.
“Right,” Zoey mumbles oddly, ignoring her and turning her attention back to me. “Everyone’s looking for you. Hendrix threatened to call the cops —”
“Fuck him too,” I grunt, falling on the stool to give my shaky legs a break. “Where’s my shot?” I yell at the flustered bartender.
What time is it?
My hands start to search for my phone while my inebriated brain works to catch up.
“It’s ten. You’ve been missing for hours,” Zoey answers, making me realize I’ve asked the silent question out loud as she stares blankly at my face. “How did you get here?”
“Walked,” I answer sarcastically, taking the shot Amy hands me. The liquor slides down my numb throat easily. “Leave,” I order, staring at Zoey’s wide eyes.
Bitch is ruining my buzz.
Her pile of white hair bounces as she shakes her head. “I can’t leave you like this,” she screeches frantically. “Vex will have —“
“I’ll make sure to give her a ride,” Bo winks, leaning down, sucking my lips into his mouth. “Miss me?” he flirts badly.
I smile up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Yep,” I answer.
Side note - liquor lenses are a thing. Case in point, I’m pretty sure ol’ Bo is missing a tooth and one eyebrow. But tequila’s a lying bitch.
Out of nowhere, I flinch when something wet hits the side of my face. “Touch her again, and I’ll break more than your fucking nose,” Vex leans over Bo’s bloody face on the ground, shouting.
Everything happens so quickly my brain forgets to register, leaving me with a gaping hole in my memory.
“Fuck!” I shriek, choking on the icy water hitting my face. “St —” Coughing until my stomach aches, hands blindly clawing at skin.
“We’re just getting started,” Vex growls, holding me under the icy shower spray.
My foot connects with his leg, hands slapping at his face. “Let me go!” I scream, practically drowning and shivering uncontrollably.
Finally, the water shuts off, and a towel hits my face. “Dry off,” he orders, stomping from the bathroom.
My teeth chatter hard enough, my jaw turns sore, and my hands fumble to strip off the wet clothes clinging to my drenched body. Makeup streaks cover my face while water droplets roll from my hair — dark spots start to leave my brain.
My muscles tense from the shivering, turning walking into a challenge. “Yo-you. Bro-broke. Th-that. Guys. No-nose,” I manage to force out, hugging the towel to my freezing skin.
“He’s lucky I didn’t bury him,” Vex grits, carrying clothes from my closet.
Reminding me I’m only in a towel. “Turn around,” I order hatefully.
“I’m not letting your conniving ass out of my sight.”
A wave of nausea crashes in my belly, but I force it away, watching him yank his wet shirt over his head. Suddenly, I’m an addict confessing my sins.
Yes, Lord, I’ve sinned. My lady bits only twitched a little. Give me the strength to ignore this sweet baby demon! I will not cave! I will not cave.
He grabs my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Pouting’s pathetic,” he rasps, squeezing my face until my lips pucker.
My skin burns with rage, killing the shivers instantly as I smack his hand away. “You want to talk about pathetic? Stalkers are pathetic,” I spit, shoving his tattoo-covered chest.
His eyes fall to my tits when the towel comes loose, putting my goods on display.
Yes! I have nipples. They’re pierced. Pick your eyeballs up, baby demon… shit, I forgot, who’s pathetic?!?!
I charge around him, no longer needing the thick hoodie and sweats he’s holding. In a flash, I’m dressed in a cotton tank and matching short set.
He chuckles when he sees me. “Is that Oscar the Grouch?”
Glancing down at the tiny green faces covering my pj’s. “Go to hell!” I yell, marching past him suddenly in desperate need of water.
I stagger through the cottage, hating the darkness engulfing me. I need to remember to leave a light on, but I’m thankful for the moon's rays streaking the kitchen.
I stop at the island to catch my breath while I open the bottle. Vex steps behind me, caging me against the granite. His fist captures my wet hair, forcing my head down.
I turn, cheek smashed on the hard surface. “Get off,” I hiss, squeezing the edge of the counter, searching for some kind of leverage to push him off me.
He leans over me, pressing his boner against my ass. “Patience, little spade. You’ll be screaming soon enough,” he promises, setting my phone beside my face. “Tell Daddy his precious little girl is safe.”
Hearing him call my sperm donor that sets me off. “Fuck you, Vex!” I spit, fighting him, trying my hardest to get away.
He licks my cheek. “I’ve got other plans,” he warns, tapping the screen. “Be a good queen, and I’ll let you cum.”
“Onyx?” Hendrix answers on the first ring. “Where are you?”
“Resting on my counter,” I answer half truthfully.
“You’re in the cottage?” he counters quickly.
“Curfew’s eleven. Remember?” I throw out sarcastically, hating both men who are suffocating my life at the moment.
“Why did you miss dinner?”
“I’m going to bed,” I deadpan over his line of questioning. He’s lucky Vex forced me to call him because I wouldn’t have.
Vex’s taps the screen, then I feel his hand rub down my spine, stopping at the top of my shorts. “Such a good little queen,” he praises above me, hand slipping under the waistband of my shorts. “Do you want me to stop?”
Butterflies spiral in my belly, sending flutters to my core. “No,” I answer hatefully, silently begging him for more.
He presses against me, a finger tracing the line between my cheeks. “Tell me what you want,” he orders, roughly shoving down my shorts.
“I can’t,” I gasp, pressing back, wanting more of his touch.
The sting from his smack vibrates over me, igniting a blazing trail straight to my throbbing button, feeling myself dripping down my thigh.
“I don’t like waiting, little queen,” he warns, rubbing the tender spot. “Tell me,” he orders.
“I said I can’t,” I hiss angrily at his stupid request.
He pushes off me, yanking my head back hard enough my neck feels as though it will snap any minute. My face glows red when I’m forced to meet his eyes.
“Open that filthy mouth of yours and tell me what you want me to do to this pretty pussy,” he orders harshly, cupping me in his hand.
Here’s the issue: I’m not a prude. And pretty much any time of the day, you’ll probably hear filthy words streaming from my dirty mouth. But… in these moments, I lose my tongue, and every thought melts from my brain. All I’m left with is a craving.
“Lick me,” I blurt out, making myself cringe. Chills of embarrassment cover my burning skin.
The asshole licks my shoulder, and I want to scream at his taunting face. Instead, tears fill my eyes, escaping like worthless traitors.