24. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Martina
T here’s a different look in Vincent’s eyes when he enters tonight. Almost like he’s sorry for me.
This is it. I’m getting turned over to the pimp. But Vincent still hasn’t gotten the information he tried so hard to get out of me. Is he really ready to just hand me over to someone else?
He motions for Misty to step outside, then walks over to the dining table. He lifts the lid off the teapot there. “You haven’t taken your herbs.”
“They’re really bitter,” I complain.
“They’ll improve your health. Don’t you want to be healthy enough to kill me someday? ”
“You gonna give me that chance?” I ask facetiously.
He chuckles. “I’m afraid I have my own unfinished mission in life.”
“Oh?” What more could he wants in life? Doesn’t he have it all? How greedy and power hungry can one man get?
“It’s not unlike yours,” he continues, “and I don’t plan to die before I accomplish it.”
He pours me a cup of the tea. Vincent and I have something in common aside from our mutual hate of each other?
“Who are you trying to kill?” I ask. Maybe he’ll answer this time, though it shouldn’t really matter to me. But I find myself wanting to know.
His gaze darkens as he stares somewhere into the past. “Someone who needs to die. I won’t know peace until they do.”
I say to myself more than him, “That’s how I feel.”
He looks at me and holds out the teacup. I make a face.
“I don’t think you really want to kill me,” he remarks.
“Oh trust me, I do,” I assure. “Your death completes me.”
“If you truly wanted to kill me that badly, you would stop at nothing. You would do anything in your power to achieve your goal, but you can’t even drink a cup of tea.”
Pursing my lips in anger, I take the teacup from him and down it. When I set the teacup down, he refills it. To prove my determination, I down the second cup without hesitation.
He smiles. “I see you want to prove me wrong. That’s good. Anger can be motivating.”
What is he really trying to say? Is this some other mindfuckery he’s trying out? Maybe there’s poison in the tea. No, that doesn’t make sense. Why would he have kept me alive and flown sushi out from New York, just to poison me?
“The more I piss you off, the more you want to kill me, right?” he asks, refilling the cup yet again. “You’ll want to be alive for that.”
“You bet I do. That’s all I’m living for.”
He hands me the teacup. “I know the feeling. Living is useless, a waste of time and breath, unless you accomplish this one thing.”
What? Is he saying he gets me?
I take the tea and down it again. “Why do you care if I live or die? Especially if you’re so confident you can figure out who I am? But that’s all talk, right? You can’t even figure out that I don’t actually have any accomplices.”
His smirk worries me, like he knows something.
“I don’t really care if you live or die,” he replies. “I win either way.”
His words ring true, but I make myself believe otherwise.
“Because there are perks to keeping you alive,” he continues, grabbing me by the cheeks and pulling me closer. “You’re too much fun to fuck, pet.”
I try to squirm from his grasp. I hate how he’s always grabbing me by the face or throat.
His voice turns into a soft growl. “I love how wet you get for me.”
“I took the omega blockers this morning. They’ll be working now.”
He steps into me. My breath flutters.
“So you won’t be aroused by me anymore,” he states.
“Mmhm.”
Uh oh. I can see the smolder of desire in his eyes, and it’s having an effect on me. What the hell? Did I take some defective omega blockers?
“Those weren’t placebos you gave me?” I question.
“They were not, but why are you doubting them?”
My pulse has quickened. My senses are attuned to everything about him, especially his nearness. “J-just asking,” I sputter.
His other hand goes to my lower back, jerking me even closer. I’m pressed against his hard body. And something else that’s hard. A familiar craving pulses between my legs. This can’t be.
“Are they not working?” he inquires, still holding my cheeks so I can’t look away.
If I say they aren’t, then I’m admitting my body is responding to him.
“We should be sure,” he says before releasing my face. Lowering his head, he kisses the side of my neck.
I quiver. His lips move gently, sensuously over me. His breath, warm and enticing upon my skin, make me feel weak and invigorated at the same time.
He takes a mouthful of my neck, and a moan escapes me. It’s useless to fight it. He knows. He always knows when I’m aroused.
Threading his fingers through my hair, he yanks my head back and kisses my throat. My breath turns ragged. How can a sadistic motherfucker kiss like this? Is he like this with other women?
By the time his mouth makes it to the other side of my neck, I’m ready to give all of my body to him .
As if sensing this, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed. After laying me down, he sears his lips back onto my neck. My back arches. My nipples brush against his chest. He reaches beneath my dashiki to palm a breast. Desire courses through me, head to toe, skin to bone.
His mouth works my neck until I’m a puddle of nerves yearning for our bodies to join as one. He drops his hand from my breast to my panties, sliding into them to fondle my sex. My eyelids flutter as he rubs me. I gush for him.
“Are you sure you took the omega blockers?” he asks before curling his fingers into me.
I whimper. “They’re not working.”
“Maybe I should look into an extra-strength formulations for omegas like you.”
I nod before stifling a cry when his fingers find the sensitive spot. I’m helpless to do anything except submit to his caresses.
He licks the side of my face and whispers in my ear, “Or maybe you just can’t resist my cock, no matter how strong I can make the omega blockers.”
“That— That’s a terrible prospect,” I pant.
“Is it? Don’t I make it feel good for you?”
I groan. Why does everything work in his favor?
“Don’t you want it now?” he asks.
I bite down on my lower lip. He withdraws his hand to unbuckle his pants. He pulls out his cock and pushes it against me. The panties remain between us. My hips press themselves to him, wanting his penetration.
“Just say the word, baby girl.”
“Please.”
He pulls aside the panties and sinks into my wet arousal. My body feels triumphant. My pussy greedily clutches at his cock. His hand slides under my ass to fit me closer to him as he starts thrusting, gently at first, then with bigger, harder motions. My body loves it all. I grasp the bed linen beneath me as the tension of desire in me swells. The pleasure is so beautiful, so intense.
I’m glad the omega blockers aren’t working.
Patiently and methodically, he sends my arousal higher and higher till it erupts in blinding bliss. Rapture floods my body, and when he drives himself roughly into me for his own release, I feel nothing but the purest carnal pleasure.
After he climaxes, he collapses atop me. I feel small beneath his weight but also strangely protected. Can having too many orgasms mess with one’s head?
We lay connected for a while before he rolls off and lays next to me.
“I’ll have a quality check done on your pills,” he says. “Or get you a new batch.”
“Maybe they need a little more time,” I murmur.
But an hour later, three hours later, five hours later, I’m no less aroused when Vincent touches me. We spend half the night fucking each other’s brains out. When I finally fall asleep in his arms, I sleep deeply. Without nightmares .
He stays the night with me, which kind of surprises me. I wake to find he hasn’t moved his arm at all. It can’t have been comfortable to serve as my pillow for all that time?
It’s early in the morning. I can tell because we didn’t close the blinds. Vincent gently extricates his arm and gets out of bed. Still sleepy, I remain where I am.
“You and Xander can stand guard outside from now on,” Vincent tells Misty before shutting the door behind him. “No need to disturb her privacy.”
As I drift back to sleep, I find myself missing the warmth of Vincent’s body. Which is worse than the omega blockers not working.