19. Veronica
CHAPTER 19
Veronica
I stand on the sidewalk in front of my apartment complex with my jaw on the floor. As I watch the car drive away with Leo in it, a burning rage ignites inside me because he didn’t get out of the car. I must have looked like a dumbass just standing out here, waiting for him with desperation practically oozing from my skin.
That son of a bitch used me to get himself off and left me with this ache between my legs.
Shifting on my feet uncomfortably as I stand alone, the movement causes my thighs to rub together, bringing me some relief. A frustrated groan crawls up my throat, and soon, I stomp my foot on the ground like a mad toddler.
If he really wants to do this, then fine. Two can play this game.
The sound of a rock scraping against the cement blasts through the quiet of the night as I aggressively twist my feet to head inside.
I march towards the apartment entrance, hurrying as I head directly for the elevator and excessively push the button as if it would make it appear quicker. The clicking noise echoes through the quiet lobby as I continue pounding the button.
The residents are all older folks who are most likely passed out in bed by now.
When the chime echoes through the lobby, I impatiently bounce on my heels until the doors open. Standing in the right corner is the guy who lives three doors down from me—the one who won’t take no for an answer and continues to try to sleep with me. He is the only other person my age that lives in this place. And I can’t stand him.
I step into the elevator, not sparing a glance in his direction. Although, out of the corner of my eye, I see a slimy grin flashing across his face.
Ignoring his harassing gaze, my pointer finger meets the button that will take me to my floor. The door shuts, and the area grows thick with awkward tension.
Seeing as he was already in the elevator, that means he was on his way out. Of course, he’d stay and return to our floor now that I’m here.
Aiden lets out a longing sigh behind me. In the distorted metal door's reflection, I watch his eyes roll down my body. “Hot date tonight?”
Bile rises in my throat from the way his eyes undress me, and I cringe at the sound of his voice. One thing I have learned from Aiden’s persistence is that he thinks he is hot shit. Don’t get me wrong; he is a good-looking guy. But his attitude and cockiness ruin his entire being.
Silence hangs between us as I don’t answer him. I look up at the black screen, watching the numbers climb leisurely. Has the elevator always moved this slowly, or is it only because I am annoyed?
“Must not have been a good one if he isn’t coming home with you.” My jaw tightens at his words. Even if it was a good date, I never bring men back to my apartment.
If I were to go out with someone, it would be for the free dinner. Then he would try to get frisky, and I’d be all for it, needing something to ease that feeling between my legs, but when the activities get to a certain point, I stop them. Something always feels off, and then it’s no longer fun.
“With what you are wearing, I’m surprised he didn’t rip that dress to shreds.”
Okay, now the annoyance is growing into anger. “Are you done speaking? Because your voice is going to make my ears bleed.”
“Always so feisty.” He laughs darkly, stepping to the side to stand behind me. My body stiffens when his fingertips trail up my arm. “Want me to finish what he couldn’t start?”
That’s it!
I am so over him attempting this shit with me after multiple times of being rejected.
I reach into my purse, pull out my pocket knife, and clutch it tightly. Stepping out of his touch, I turn around and shove him against the wall.
At first, his eyes fill with lust and accomplishment, thinking that I’m giving in to him finally. That is until he sees the knife in my raised hand. I hold the blade to his throat, and flashbacks of doing the same thing to my sister’s boyfriend run through my mind. My heart contorts in my chest at the thought of her.
Since I’ve been back, I've watched her a few times. She seems happy, having married a rich man, of course. She has no job and no kids and fills her days with pilates and brunch dates with her friends.
I flick Stephanie from my mind, and it gets replaced with the image of me holding the letter opener to Leo’s throat. That terrified expression he had on his face reminds me of the mission I am on tonight. Pressing the blade into Aiden’s throat, his face floods with panic.
“I’m only going to say this one more time, Aiden, so listen carefully. That way, it will register in your pea-sized brain.” He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple making the blade crease into his skin. “I’m not interested. I will never be interested. Speak to me again, or put your fucking hands on me without my permission, and I will kill you.” Aiden stares down at me with intense fear in his eyes. “Do you understand me?”
“Y-yes,” he stutters. “I’m-I’m s-sorry.”
The elevator rings, the doors opening for me, and I remove the knife from his neck and shove it back into my purse. Without another word, I leave him alone and head to my apartment.
Slamming the door behind me, I lock it and take my phone out of my purse. Once the device is in my hand, I sling my bag onto the couch and stalk into my bedroom. Rounding the bed, I go straight for the nightstand and yank open the drawer.
Sitting inside are random things that I’ve just tossed in here, but the main object of my desire stares up at me, begging to be let out. Wrapping my hand around the thick silicone dildo, I toss it onto the bed.
I bought it shortly after returning to Seattle and having my first failed date. If a man wasn’t going to fulfill my needs, then I sure would. Leo was right about that. I’ve always been good at taking care of myself.
And I plan on showing him just how great I am.
Glancing around the room, I search for a place to set up my phone. I want it to have a good angle for where I’ll be lying on the bed. Settling on the window sill, I open the camera and hit record. I slip out of my dress and underwear, then climb onto the mattress.
Making sure the phone is facing directly at me, I spread my legs wide and line the silicone up to my entrance. Teasing myself, I rub the tip up to my clit and then back down to gather up the arousal that has been pooling between my legs since I was on my knees for Leo.
Needing to be filled, I drop the dildo down to my entrance and sink it in. My jaw drops with a gasp, and my back arches off the bed. I don’t ease myself into being comfortable with the thick toy. I shove it all the way in, allowing the pain to mix with the pleasure.
My free hand grips the comforter tightly until my knuckles turn white, and a moan loudly leaves my mouth. I attempt to thrust the toy in and out slowly before giving up. My movements become quicker and rougher as I picture Leo’s face.
The first image is the way he looked at me while I was on my knees for him in the alleyway. That hunger burning behind his eyes, mixed with the way he took control, sets my stomach on fire as I push the silicone deeper.
Memories flood my mind from when we were together in the asylum. All the times he had his way with me in his office. In his bed. In the shower. The first time in the janitor’s closet. How he bound my wrists and wrapped his belt around my face to silence my moans.
I whimper at the memories and keep them focused as I push myself closer to the edge. Leo thrusting in from behind me clouds my vision. Hearing his moans and the dirty ways he would speak to me, feeling the ghost of his rough touch on my hips.
My hips meet every thrust of my hand, my toes curling as I tip over the edge, screaming his name in a chant. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me breathless because I haven’t had a release like this in a long time.
Sure, I’ve thought about Leo in the past when I touched myself, but having had his cock in my mouth and knowing what I’m about to do makes the release so much better.
I remove the dildo, bringing it up to my face to see it shining with my arousal. Smirking, I tilt my head to the side to find the phone. I stare straight at it with innocent eyes. I open my mouth, gliding my tongue up the toy to lick it clean.
I continue doing this, sucking on the toy seductively until there is no trace of me left. When my legs no longer feel like jelly, I get up from the bed and pick up the phone. I cut the video, making it start with me lying on the bed and ending with the last sensual lick of the toy.
I watch it once all the way through, grinning from ear to ear. Chloe graciously gave me Leo’s number, so I went to my contacts and clicked on his name. Attaching the video to the thread, I type out the message and hit send.