40. Overload
forty
Overload
Onyx: 2024
I s the way we handle certain situations a reflection of our mental stability? I’m wondering if I’m bursting with manic laughter because I’m crazy, or could it be the buzz?
Either way…
“I’m going to turn your dick into confetti while you sleep,” I threaten between fits of laughter, using my tied feet to kick the back of his seat.
The lying motherfucker seriously tied me up and shoved me in his backseat. I hope he jacked off earlier because I’m going to castrate his pathetic ass.
“Calm the fuck down, Onyx. You’re not running away. I told you I’d catch you,” he calls from the front seat.
“I’m gonna piss on your face!”
His laughter fills the car for once. “I’ll make sure you scream when I make you squirt, baby,” he teases.
“Awww, will you scream my name when I shove your dick up your ass, lover?” I coo hatefully through gritted teeth, kicking his seat again.
“Christ, you’re a demon.”
“Says the fucking Devil,” I growl, trying to shimmy my hands free from the rope.
Twenty minutes and a thousand hateful threats later, I’m sitting on my sofa in the cottage, glaring at his face.
He slams a kitchen chair down in front of me and sits close enough our legs touch. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and I spit, hitting his cheek.
“How’s it feel to be marked, baby?” I purr innocently, wishing I could get my hands free.
Honestly, on most occasions, I’d call myself a pretty calm girl. I’m quiet until I’m provoked. I stay in my lane until someone decides to swerve. I even let my little pawns talk freely. It’s this SOB that brings out my crazy.
He uses his hand to wipe the spit, then makes a show of licking it.
Pathetic!
You want him to lick you.
The thought strikes out of nowhere, forcing me to laugh nervously.
“I’m not letting you go until we talk this shit out,” he informs me, staring into my soul.
Trying to catch my breath from wiggling around to get my hands free. “I don’t. Care. What. You have. To say,” I force out through labored breaths.
“What do you think I did?” he asks.
“Besides lying our entire life?” I groan angrily, turning my head so I don’t have to look at his annoying face.
“I never lied.”
“Really?” I hiss, snapping my neck to glare at his guilty face. “Were you in the woods?” I question seriously.
His head falls forward. “Yes, but —”
“Exactly!” I shout, yanking at the ropes.
“Are you going to let me talk?”
Evil laughter explodes from my chest. “Sure. Not like I can go anywhere.” I shrug, shaking my head.
The alcohol, along with struggling with the restraints, has me feeling a little too warm. Hopefully, he’ll spew his made-up version of that night fast. Then I can be done with him for good, and he can run off into the sunset with his trashy rent-a-bride.
“I was pissed the day you showed up in town. I’d found out the four ruled against Zeke because Zoey’s two minutes older. As soon as I left Dad’s office, Mom dumped the news about Rowland. When we got to the cemetery, I tried to sneak into the woods to let off some steam and calm down.”
“Chasing me around the woods was a shitty way to blow off steam!” I yell, using both feet to kick his chair.
He bolts to his feet, glaring down at me. “I didn’t fucking chase you!” he roars, running both hands through his messy hair.
Flying forward, I almost throw myself off the sofa. “Are you calling me a liar! I canceled you from my life, over a lie… I MADE UP?” I screech, losing my shit. “You’re fucking dumber than I gave you credit for. Bravo, idiot,” I grumble, rolling my eyes at his scowling face.
“You’re off the fucking rails. If your crazy ass would shut up and listen . You’d have heard me the first time. I DIDN’T CHASE YOU!” he shouts close to my face, loud enough that his voice breaks.
Blinking up at his glaring ass. “So what I’m hearing, is you didn’t chase me. Then who did?” I ask calmly, trying to dust off the snippets I’ve tucked away from that night.
“Next time I say something, listen,” he growls, falling onto the chair.
Narrowing daggers at his pouty face. “Stop acting like a bitch, and maybe I will.”
He lunges forward, smashing are lips together. A jolt of electricity shocks my core, turning me into a frenzied mess. Suddenly, it’s too much and not enough. All of my nerve endings crackle like static, begging to touch and be touched.
He ends the kiss too soon, his lips hovering close to mine. “Did that feel like a bitch?” he taunts evilly, moving back as I lean forward.
“If you tease me again, I’m gonna rip your —”
He scoops me over his shoulder before charging to the bedroom, throwing me on the mattress hard enough I bounce. Our only light is the small lamp I left on, on the nightstand.
His chest rises and falls as I watch him toe off his untied boots. My insides quiver, screaming for his attention, begging to be taken in the best possible way.
Vex prowls towards me, raking his eyes over my heated skin, causing my wetness to leak into my panties.
Showing me the knife he pulls from his pocket. “Please cut me loose,” I beg, hardly recognizing my shaky voice.
“Who’s the bitch now, little spade?” he teases as he cuts my feet free and yanks off my boots. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” he warns deeply.
“My hands,” I rasp, starting to turn on my side.
His hand stops me, pressing me onto my back. “Only good girls get to touch.” Ripping open the button of my jeans yanking them off.
Before I can speak, he’s destroyed my panties, throwing them on the floor. Next, his shirt is added to the growing pile, my mouth watering for a taste of his sculpted abs.
He steps between my legs, spreading them wide, putting me on full display for him. Out of nowhere, panic strikes, turning me into a tingly mess.
“Vex, untie me,” I plead, yanking at the rope, trying to wiggle free. “Seriously, I can’t…” All the air deflates from my lungs.
“Onyx, hold on. Wait,” he orders, trying to turn me on my side. “Breathe, damn it,” he orders as he cuts through the rope.
I shoot up instantly, lost in the dizzy spell plaguing me. Trying desperately to catch my breath, sitting in the middle of the bed, freaking out.