Chapter 30 Vanna
THIRTY
VANNA
After washing up some, we head back into the kitchen to find it empty.
“Weird, I wonder where they went.”
As if the universe heard me and granted me an answer, the front door opens. Jace and Daphne slip into the condo with a relieved look on their faces.
“Okay, thank God it’s over.” Jace dumps a giant take out bag on the counter.
My face pinkens again as I avoid looking any of them in the eyes.
“I’m so glad this is happening, but you guys are loud as fuck. Also, Stone, you’re sanitizing the shit out of the studio. I refuse to let you leave until you do.”
Stone’s laughter bubbles out of him and he slaps Jace on the back. “Like you guys haven’t already christened it.”
Finally, I shoot a look over to Daphne and she just giggles, rubbing her little bump.
“Just be careful, accidents happen.” Jace teases and Stone rubs his lips with his fingers.
I don’t miss the smile he’s hiding, so I feel the need to add, “Don’t worry. He didn’t cum in me.”
Daphne spews the sip of water she just took all over the backsplash in the kitchen. “What the fuck, Vanna!”
“What?” I feign innocence.
“We were just about to eat and now I think I’ve lost my appetite.” She whines.
“No, you didn’t.”
To prove her wrong, I rip open the bag and start to lay out all the food. Looks like it’s wing night. She eyes it, then glowers at me before returning her gaze to the food.
“Ugh, fine, but like, ew!”
Stone grants me a proud little smile as if just the fact that I mentioned us sharing a moment was enough for him.
We all eat, joking and laughing, and I find this to be a peaceful moment. Something I can see myself enjoying for the rest of my life and soon, there will be a fifth wheel, but I’ll love it all the more because of that.
After dinner, Daphne is washing the few dishes we used and Jace is behind her. He nuzzles into her neck, his hands resting on her belly and I catch myself studying them. It causes this burning inside my chest... maybe not a burning but a small simmer of desire.
I bring my gaze to Stone, who’s already looking at me. I realize he’s watching me watch them and the hopeful look in his eyes sparks fear inside of me.
Since he’s never one to shy away, he steps closer, pulling me into him.
“Are you picturing it?”
“Picturing what?” I play dumb.
“Us. Our future.”
I shrug, but the honest answer is yes. I’m picturing how epic it would be, but everything that’s supposed to be concrete in my life has too easily crumbled and this would be just the same.
“Vanna, that could be us. I’d take care of you, you know? Fuck, I’d do anything for you and I’m not just saying that. Whatever you want, Darkness, it’s yours as long as it includes me.”
I nod, swallowing my nerves. “I’m not saying yes, but I can see it.”
A slow smile curls across his face. The usual urge to crush his arrogance has softened and, in this moment, I let myself enjoy his victory.
When we get back to our apartment, I let him fuck me and stuff me full of his cum. It feels freeing to let go; to not care so much. He’s lowered my walls until I can finally see over them and what I see is Stone waiting.
Sunday morning, he brings me coffee while I stretch out in his bed. Gratefully, I take it, and he slides in next to me, leaning back against the headboard.
“Let’s go somewhere.” He suggests.
“Where do you want to go?”
He watches me take a sip from my mug.
“The Hamptons.”
I sputter on the hot liquid. “I can’t afford the Hamptons. Come back down to reality.”
“I can. Come on, it will be fun.”
“No. That’s crazy. I’m not letting you pay for a vacation.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Stone.”
“Darkness.” He grabs my cup from my hands and places it on the coffee table beside him, then pulls me out of bed. “Besides, I already booked it. You just need to call off this week.”
“What?!”
He pulls a suitcase out from his closet and starts shoving clothes into it.
“I suggest you start packing, otherwise you’ll be wearing nothing but my t-shirts.”
“I can’t just up and go.”
“You can and will. Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and kidnap you.”
“You wouldn’t-”
My eyes widen in horror as he charges after me. Quickly, I dart to the left and through his door, sprinting down the hallway. His heavy footsteps thud behind me, telling me he’s close.
When I reach the stairs, he grabs me around the waist and props me up on my knees.
“I can’t believe you ran from me.”
My heart pounds inside my chest. Not from fear, but adrenaline. When I turn my head back to look at him, his stare is feral. Without warning, he’s ripping my shorts and panties off.
“Hey!”
Pressing down in the center of my back until my elbows are resting on the step in front of me, he spreads me open with his cock. I groan into the wood as my body swallows him whole.
With his hand twisted in my hair, he fucks me until I’m a crying, wet mess. Lifting me up against his chest, he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“Now you know what happens if you run from me again.”
On a rough shove, he presses me back down against the stairs and continues to fuck into me. He bucks his hips so violently, the sounds of our skin slapping together rings out through the apartment cloaking my cries.
Suddenly, he pulls out and spits. The saliva lands at the crevice of my ass and slowly slides down. When it reaches my hole, Stone presses the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle. Bucking his hips just the slightest, he flays me open until I swallow his tip.
“No! Don’t!”
But the pressure keeps building and he holds himself there with a wild groan. Then a warm, wet sensation fills me.
Gently, he pulls back, withdrawing the head of his dick.
I can feel his cum spill from my ass and I’m mortified.
I’m frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do, but he doesn’t give me long to think about it.
His fingers plunge into my pussy, and his tongue laps up the mess he’s made.
He circles my asshole, messaging it, soothing it with soft languid motions while caressing the sweet spot inside of me.
I cum. I cum so hard I shake. The urge to collapse is overwhelming, but he wraps an arm around my waist to hold me up. Flipping me over, he greets me with a smile.
“I love doing filthy things to you.” He professes, then places a dirty kiss to my lips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Obeying, he hauls me up and carries me to my shower to clean us both off.
When we’re finished, he rummages around my closet for my suitcase.
“Hey, um.” I start, unsure how to ask this next question. “Did you by chance- did you take- have you been through my drawers?”
He stills for the briefest moment, then finds what he’s looking for. Dragging the duffel bag down from the top shelf, he drops it onto my bed beside me.
“Why?”
“Because I’m missing something.”
As if the man is trying to affirm my suspicion, he yanks open my shirt drawer and starts tossing a few into my bag.
“Like what?”
Pinching my lips, I decide to drop it. I haven’t had the urge to cut myself since the night my mom visited, but sometimes I feel safer knowing I have the option.
“Never mind.”
He sighs and turns to me. Standing between my thighs, he takes my face in his hands and brings it up to meet his own.
“Don’t keep things from me, Darkness. You can always talk to me.” When I only nod, he continues. “Yeah, I took your razor blade. I’m sorry, but there has to be a healthier way to cope with your feelings. You want to hurt, then tell me, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
I snort, “Yeah, okay.”
“Don’t test me.” He warns.
“I don’t know. Something tells me you’re all talk.”
His brow quirks in amusement, “Oh really? Is that a challenge?”
“Absolutely.” I grin.
“You’re on then.” He chuckles and finishes packing my bag.
I guess we’re going to the Hamptons. On our way there, I call Tony to let him know I need the week off.
To my surprise, he doesn’t complain or argue, just tells me to enjoy myself and let him know when I’m back.
I’m beginning to wonder if I should give the man a chance, but the thought is just.. . weird.
The house we pull up to is quaint, painted in pastel colors. Beachy with a modern twist. It’s been years since I went on a vacation if I don’t count meeting Stone’s mom and stepdad and as I explore the little two-bedroom house, something tells me I need this.
It’s cozy and clean with a decent sized pool in the back yard.
“This must have cost a fortune.” I groan.
Stone shrugs, opening the fridge. “Not exactly.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is my dad’s vacation home, so it didn’t cost a thing.”
“Oh.”
Surprised, I take a second look around and suddenly everything is different. What was once a cozy get-away, feels more intimate now. Like I’m getting to know another side of him.
“Yeah, he stopped coming up as often after the divorce. Just kind of stays out in the city now.”
“He’s in the city? Why haven’t I ever met him?”
“You can if you want. He’s an odd guy, but I think you might like him.”
“If he’s anything like you, I think I might too.”
He rewards me with a flirty grin and starts pulling food from the fridge to make us lunch. I sit at the kitchen island and watch him sauté some shrimp.
“Where did this food come from?”
“We have a housekeeper that usually takes care of all that. Dad gave her a call to let her know I was coming with a guest.”
“So, your dad is... wealthy?”
He snorts, “Sure, Van. Wealthy enough, I guess.”
After we eat our lunch, we head to the master bedroom to unpack for the week. Sitting on the meticulously made bed is a towel fashioned into a swan, a pack of condoms, and lube.
“What the hell?” I laugh.
“I might have told my dad my guest was my fiancé.”
“And this is how he responds to that?”
“No. This is how our housekeeper responds to that.” I pick the box up to place them in the nightstand drawer, but Stone snags them from my hand. “We won’t be needing these.”
Then, tosses them in the bathroom waste bin.
I smirk, pulling my birth control out of my purse and waving it in his face, chucking them in the drawer instead.
Stepping up to me, he crouches and wraps his arms behind my knees, knocking me off my feet. I fall backwards onto the bed, and he crawls on top.
“You know, you don’t really need those either.”
“If you’re anywhere within ten feet of me, I’ll be needing them.” I counter.
“Really? Ten feet? Are you saying you could get pregnant just by looking at me?”
I roll my eyes, “No, I was saying you’d find a way.”
Grinning, he lowers his mouth to my ear. His breath hitches and his tone drops.
“Well, you’re not wrong about that.”
My belly swirls with heat and instinctively, I push my hips up to meet his. It baffles me how words as terrifying as his can stir such a frenzy inside of me. Shame blooms as I find myself growing wet from his threats.
He looks down between us and slowly, lifts the hem of my shirt, revealing my stomach. Then, trails his fingers down the center, brushing over the cushioning beneath my navel.
When he finds my gaze again, his stare is dire, emphasized by the dip in his brows.
“I want it, Vanna. I want it so bad.” His whispered confession breaks in his throat.
I watch the way he swallows causing his Adam’s Apple to bob. His eyes remain on mine in a plea, and I feel so helpless. I want to give in.
“Okay.” The words barely make it out of my mouth, but clearly, they do because they light a fire behind Stone’s stare.
His breathing speeds up as he fights the thrill of hearing my surrender.
“Yeah?”
I nod, “Yeah.”