Chapter 26 Vanna
TWENTY-SIX
VANNA
The week after the incident, Stone continues to treat me like I’m broken. Always trying to cook me food and make sure I’m taking care of my arm. It’s... annoying. I’ve taken care of myself my whole life, the last thing I need is a man trying to do it.
The last straw finally breaks as we’re sitting in the kitchen Friday night, and I go to pour myself a glass of wine. Immediately, he rips it from my hand and narrows his eyes at me.
“You probably shouldn’t drink.”
“Excuse me?” My words are heavy with warning.
“Look, after last weekend, it’s probably not a smart idea.”
I scoff, looking at him with bewilderment. “Are you fucking serious?”
When he doesn’t respond, I reach for the bottle, but he lifts it out of my reach. Growling, I jump, my fingers just barely grazing the glass.
“Stone! I’ve had a very long week. Just give it to me!”
“No.” He barks, uncorking it and dumping it down the sink.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I cry out, trying to save it from disposal.
Now the two of us are fighting over a bottle of wine and I have never felt more unstable in my entire life. Perhaps I shouldn’t drink...
Wait, what the fuck?
I grip the collar of his shirt and yank him down until his face is level with mine.
“Explain. Now.”
He pinches his lips, then runs his tongue over his teeth before opening his mouth. “I just don’t think you should.”
“And why is that?”
“Because Vanna! Did you see your mother?”
I rear my head back, offended.
“I am not my mother.”
“I’m glad you finally think so.” He bites out.
“You know what?” I drop my hold on his shirt and fold my arms, “Fuck you. I’m sure Hunter will take me out for a drink.”
Spinning on my heels, I grab my purse by the door. Before I can even turn the knob, Stone’s hand is splayed against the wood, keeping it shut. He backs me into it, trapping me between his arms.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
I scoff, “Please. You don’t own me. If I want to go see Hunter, I will.”
“You told me yourself you didn’t want to see him anymore.”
“I change my mind.”
“Vanna.” He growls in my face, flashing his pointed canines. “He’s just going to use you. He’ll liquor you up and fuck you, then leave like he did the last time.”
I smirk, a malicious feeling working its way through my core. “I could use a good fucking.”
Fury ignites inside the blue of his eyes like a fire that’s way too hot. “You want to fuck someone, then fuck me.”
“Pass.”
His hand snaps to my neck, his fingers squeezing the sides of it, causing a pressure to build inside my head.
“Go on then, I dare you. Fuck him because when you get home, you’ll wish you never laid eyes on the asshole.”
My nostrils flare and my eyes widen in disbelief.
“What are you going to do? Hit me?”
He smirks, “A little spanking might show you some good, but no. Not for something as awful as that. I’ll fucking kill him, Darkness.”
“You wouldn’t.” I test.
“Watch me.” The devilish smirk on his face conjures an uneasiness inside my stomach.
It also infuriates me that he can be so controlling when he has no right to be! I can’t stop it when my palm flies out and smacks him clean across the face, but unlike last time, he doesn’t brush it off.
Instead, he gathers my wrists in one hand and restrains them to the door above my head. With rough fingers, he rips open my jean shorts and shoves them down along with my thong, leaving me in my black lace tank top.
Then, with a bruising force, he crushes his lips to mine and invades my mouth, our tongues fighting and dancing all the same.
It’s confusing, intoxicating, but also enraging. I yank my arms, but he keeps them steady. With his free hand he starts to unbuckle his belt.
Tearing my face away, I gasp in a breath of air just to waste it in telling him to stop. He doesn’t listen. His jeans drop to his ankles, and he fists himself as he drags his fangs down the side of my neck.
I cry out at the sudden sting of it, and he swallows the sound with his mouth. He devours me as though he’s trying to consume me. His movements are brutal and aggressive like he just can’t seem to control himself.
“Mmm. I think you secretly like this Vanna.” He groans as his fingers slip between my pussy lips. “You’re so fucking wet it’s almost pathetic.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not for you.”
With that, his nostrils flare and a darkness brews inside his psychotic gaze.
“Problem is, I know you’re lying but keep digging yourself a deeper hole.”
Without warning, he slides his cock between my slit, gathering my arousal before lining it up at my entrance.
“No. No, Stone. Don’t!”
But he doesn’t listen. He shoves into me in one single thrust and grunts loudly in my ear.
“Condom!” I scream, but he just keeps going, lifting me up until I’m straddling his waist. “Goddammit, Stone! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to- uhhh, fuck.”
I hate the way my eyes roll into the back of my head as he hits that perfect spot inside of me. My back slides up and down against our front door and the burn barely even registers.
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name again.”
“You asshole! I was screaming bec-” I don’t get to finish that statement as he dips his face to mine and bites my lower lip.
He sucks and tugs it into his mouth until the tang of copper is shared between us.
“Vanna.” He moans against my jaw.
“Don’t cum.” I warn him, deliriously.
“I won’t if you don’t.”
“No. That’s not-”
He cuts me off again, but this time by gripping my cheeks between his fingers and crushing my head into the wood behind me. Turning my face sideways, he licks a trail from my jaw to my temple and quickens his thrusts.
“No! No!” I groan between my squished lips, but it doesn’t matter. “Fuuuuuuck. Oh God, Stone. Please.”
“Please what?” He pants as sweat dampens his forehead.
He’s fucking me into an oblivion I won’t come back from. That I don’t know if I even want to come back from. I hate him for this. For turning me into this cum doll for him, but I can’t deny the way my legs go numb and the stars circle behind my eyes.
“I’m gunna- no, no! I’m gunna cum. Stone, please stop!”
And then I’m screaming, but not at the brute between my thighs fucking me into Heaven. No, I’m screaming because the pressure built so tightly inside of me is exploding and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Stone releases a long grunt. His hips lose rhythm and as he stills inside of me, his teeth sink down into my breast, just above the neckline of my shirt.
The pain is blinding, but my body is so confused. I pulse and twitch around his cock all while the rest of me quivers.
Stone adjusts, so I’m not sagging against the door anymore, lifting me higher against him.
He burrows deeper inside of me, his hands gripping the undersides of my thighs.
I whimper and nearly cry at the relief, but not relief alone.
Frustration follows the wave of satisfaction because this man didn’t listen to a word I said and is now carrying me to his bed.
He lays me down on the edge of his mattress and wrangles my shirt over my head followed by his own until we’re both completely bare. Then, slowly starts pumping himself into me again.
“Stone.” His name falls from my lips in a sigh, and I start to doubt I have any fight left in me.
“Give me one more.” He demands.
And before I can ask him what, his thumb is pressing against my clit while his hardening cock is sliding in and out of me in a torturous rhythm.
He pumps while he plays with me, my body jolting when the sensitivity becomes more than I can handle.
“S-stop. Please! It's too much!”
Instead, he drags his palm up my belly and toward my breast, pinching and tugging on my nipple. I scream when his fingers dig too deep and when he releases, my pussy clamps down on his cock.
He groans as he tosses his head back, gifting me with a view of his long neck. I watch his Adam’s Apple bob and when he brings his gaze back to mine, I’m suddenly transfixed. He has this hold over me in this moment and I am so fucked.
My eyes trail down to his tattooed covered chest, his pecs and abs flexing with each thrust inside of me. Lower, I follow his happy trail until I’m watching the way his cum slicked cock is disappearing inside my body.
Entirely entranced, I tuck my hands beneath my knees and hike them up higher.
“That’s it, Darkness. Open yourself up for me. Just like that.” His words strike a fire in my belly and the warmth washes through my entire body, causing me to tremble. “You’re taking me so well.”
Stone starts to pick the pace back up, my walls spasming and swallowing him whole. Every time he presses into me, my pussy cries desperately.
I let both of my legs fall to the right and he fucks me sideways while I watch his body flex and strain. One of his hands grips onto the crook between my upper thigh and pelvis, leveraging himself. The other slips up to my lips and two of his fingers force their entry.
“Suck.” He orders and I obey.
He could ask me anything right now and I’d give it to him. The way he melts me from the inside out is dangerous and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Twisting his fingers against my tongue and between my teeth, he gathers my saliva before pulling them out and adds a fair amount of his own spit on them. Wet and dripping, he lowers them to my ass and without warning, shoves them inside of me.
I yelp at the uncomfortable intrusion, my cries ringing throughout the room.
“Fuck! S-stone! Don’t-”
But he keeps pushing further in until he’s knuckle deep. I pant, trying to adjust to the newness of it while the tip of his cock rubs up against that sweet spot inside my pussy. The sensation of having both of my holes full of him is overwhelming.
Then he begins to move his fingers. Slowly, he pushes them in and out in the opposite rhythm of his cock.
His eyes widen with delirium, like watching what he does to me transports him into his own little world. He has no shame for the filthy things he’s doing because he likes it way too much.
As my eyes roll into the back of my head, the hand holding my thigh moves up toward my mouth and fills it; all four of his fingers. He reaches as far back as he can, stretching my throat and causing tears to leak past my lower lashes.
“Holy fuck you look so good like this. Cum for me, Vanna. Cum as I fuck every single one of your needy holes. Cum on daddy’s dick.”
My scream is muffled by his fingers, so the sound comes out garbled and choked. His hips buck furiously, violently, until I’m flooding the bed beneath us and my body begins to twitch. I can feel myself convulse, my pussy squeezing him for dear life, as if I want him to cum inside me.
And then he does.
He whimpers, his movements becoming short and stiff as he washes my cervix with his cum for a second time in the last hour.
“Fuck.” I cry, tears now falling freely down my face.
He chuckles, pulling his cock out of me and then his fingers, leaving me too empty. Well, not as empty as I would have liked.
Lowering to his knees, he lifts my left leg up and over, placing both my feet at the edge of his bed. With his face now between my thighs, he watches his cum drip down toward my ass, but before it can, he swipes it up with the fingers he had in my mouth and shoves it back into me.
Lifting on my elbows, I watch him curiously. “Why do you do that?”
His head tilts to the side and a wicked grin cuts across his face, but then something registers. Something I never thought of until now...
The night Hunter was here, he had done the same thing before he left, unless it wasn’t Hunter at all...
“Stone?”
“Yeah, Darkness?” His voice is low and sultry as he continues to plug me up.
He doesn’t tease me or torture me with anymore movement, just simply keeps his fingers inside of me to prevent his sperm from spilling out.
“Was it you?”
He studies me with his hypnotic blue eyes and licks his lips before asking, “Huh?”
“Last weekend. Was it you that fucked me?”
My words barely make it out as if I’m afraid of the answer.
“Yeah, Darkness. It was me.”
He doesn’t even bother lying, just stares me straight in the face and confesses that it was him.
“So, for an entire week, you let me think it was Hunter?”
He nods.
“Why?”
“I didn’t know if you could handle the truth.”
“But why did you do it?”
He shrugs, “I saw you sitting there all naked, tied up, and pretty. Then I thought, why deny myself what’s mine?”
That has me pushing up and sitting back. His fingers fall from inside of me and I pull my knees into my chest.
“Excuse me?”
“Vanna.” He crawls onto the mattress, pressing his torso against my knees. “You’re mine. I’ve tried so hard to ease you into it, but you can be so stubborn. You need to get it through your head though. You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?”
“No, I don’t think I do, Stone.”
A feral smirk appears as his eyes cloud over with a film of mania.
“You will.”