Chapter 8
EMMA
Iwasn’t sure if it was Vahn’s cocky confidence that pissed me off, or that he somehow knew more about me than I knew about myself. Either way, I was done with his condescending lecture.
“You think you know everything, but you don’t.”
He may know what my favorite color was, and what kind of flower I liked, but he didn’t have any clue about my masturbation failures. The insinuation that he did was just rude.
He pulled his shirt over his head and looked down at me. “Says the girl who didn’t know what kind of flowers she liked.”
“You know what Vahn,” I jumped out of the chair and jabbed my finger in his chest. “I hate tulips. I hate them so much that I’m going to go in my room and tear up all those fake flowers you mentioned.”
Well, maybe not tear them up. They were pretty and I liked the colors. But I would sit on my bed and stare menacingly at them.
And what was Vahn’s reaction to my outburst? A sardonic snort. He didn’t even have the decency to say something back to me, he just snorted. If his chest wasn’t eye level with me then I would kick his ass. Or I would at least try.
He was pretty stacked, and could snap me like a twig if I was his height, but I was wiry. I’d get a few hits in.
“You’re not the only one who knows something about someone.” I knew things about him to.
“It’s kind of hard to please everyone if you don’t know what they like.”
This son of a bitch. “I hope you choke on your eggs in the morning.”
“That’s a good idea.” He bent down and got right in my face. “You should try a little breath play. It might get you there.”
I heard the crack of my palm smacking against his cheek before I realized my hand was flying through the air.
Vahn’s face jerked to the side with the force of my strike, and a smile curled my lips. A part of me was mortified with what I’d done. I wasn’t a violent person.
All those years in foster homes or living with an abusive addict father, and not once had I ever hit someone back. I didn’t see the point. Two wrongs don’t make a right and all that. Besides, why would I stoop to their level?
Then comes Vahn Kessler with his cocky attitude, and my nonviolence streak was broken. I should be sorry, but I wasn’t. He deserved that.
Vahn twisted his neck to look back down at me, and suddenly I was sorry. There was something menacing blazing in his navy eyes. Something dark and twisted that sent a chill down my spine. It was even in his voice.
“Did you just fucking hit me?”
“Well… um…” I was kind of afraid of him right now. I could literally feel myself trembling.
Don’t take his shit Emma. Stand up for yourself.
My inner voice was right. It was time I stood up for myself.
I puffed my chest out, lifted my chin and said, “You know what Vahn, yes I did hit you. And I would hit you again.”
I couldn’t tell if his nod was good or bad. But when he clicked his tongue, something told me that good wasn’t in the equation.
“Fuck this.” He hissed in my face.
The next thing I knew, I was pushed back down on the recliner with my hands pinned above my head.
It happened so fast, that I barely had time to catch my breath, before Vahn shoved his hand down the front of my shorts and swept his finger over my clit, causing a spark of pleasure to suck a sharp inhale down my throat.
It was so sudden and unexpected that I didn’t know what to do. Not that I could do anything. Vahn had a firm hold on my wrists, and was folded over me, blocking my means of escape. I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to.
What his finger was doing caused all logical thought to fade away. All I could do was glare into his dark navy eyes while gritting my teeth against the sensations coursing through my body.
“Feel that,” Vahn leaned in to purr in my ear, “that’s your clit Parakeet. It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”
And how did I respond? Did I bite him, kick him, or try to fight at all? No. I simply snarled back, “I know what a fucking clit is.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” he growled then pinched my clit between his thumb and finger, hard.
It hurt, but it also felt good. So good that my back bowed off the recliner, and a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a wince rolled out of my mouth. And it didn’t stop there.
Vahn continued to wind me up like his finger was magic and he knew exactly where the button was, until I had to use every ounce of my strength to hold back my groans of ecstasy.
“You’ve never made yourself feel like this, have you Parakeet?”
“Fuck you.” I hissed, and clamped my lips shut before a moan could slip out.
Why did it have to feel this good? I hated him for this.
Hated him for knowing my body better than I did, but I also didn’t want him to stop.
My body was aching for it. I felt starved, as if I’d been looking for food my entire life and just found the juiciest, most delicious hamburger on the planet.
My senses were lit up. Everything was heightened. The warmth of his body enveloped me like a cocoon of desire, while his spicy scent caused the electric sparks zinging in my core to shoot across my body.
I experienced it all. The soft cushion of the recliner pressing up behind me. The feel of his hard body digging into my thighs. But mostly I felt the hand between my legs. And damn me to hell, but I wanted that hand. So much that I open my legs and undulated my hips, silently begging for more.
“How are you so good at this?”
“Because I know what I’m fucking doing.” Vahn’s breath wafted off my ear making me realize I said that out loud.
“God, I hate you.” Smug bastard.
I knew he was enjoying this. I couldn’t see if he was smirking. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were closed, or if my vision had given way to everything else, but I could feel his arrogance.
“You might hate me,” he let go of my wrists, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “but you need this.”
Fuck him, I didn’t need this. I could live a life of frustration and unsatisfaction.
“You need to come so bad your pussy is begging for it.”
Oh god he was right.
The tension in my core wound tighter, as Vahn’s magic fingers continued their work. I could see the edge I’d been chasing. It was right there, so close I could taste it. And all I wanted to do was open my arms and fall.
That’s when it happened. A moan slipped out.
Something shifted in Vahn’s demeanor. I couldn’t see past the pleasure he was forcing on me, but I could feel it in the air and how he moved in, crowding me with his presence.
“You want to come, don’t you Parakeet?”
Yes, yes I did. I wanted it so bad. But I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So, I bit my lip.
I was ready to jump over the cliff when his hand stopped moving.
“But you can make yourself come, right?”
He ripped his hand out of my shorts, leaving me hanging on that hot and needy edge.
“So go do it yourself.” He hissed in my ear.
My body felt like it was on fire. Vahn was not seriously going to leave me like this, was he?
My eyes rolled open in time to see a smirk curl the corner of his mouth, answering my question.
“Good luck Parakeet.” He said, then walked away.
I never wanted to kill anyone more in my life.