Текст книги "Return to Grace Street"

Автор книги: Ella Dominguez

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4: All In

“Why are you making this awkward?” Victor’s eyes narrowed, becoming dark slits of pure animosity. “It’s not like we haven’t been here before, doing this.”

His insensitive statement hung in the air like the thick stench of manure and Elsa huffed as he continued to stroke his now fully-erect shaft only inches away from her.

“How can it not be?” she stared up at him. “The last time I was in this house, the last time you touched me…”

A muscle in his clenched jaw spasmed and his brows drew together in a frown. “I remember what happened,” he abruptly cut her off as if not wanting to be reminded of his abusive actions. “But that’s not the only reason you’re feeling uncomfortable is it? Your fiancé is on the other side of town and you’re worried he might find out about your little indiscretion. Still, I don’t know why the fuck you’re worried. If you’re half as good at lying to him like you did to me, then he should be completely oblivious as to your whereabouts and what you’re doing behind his back. So do me a favor and lose the guilt. It’s unattractive and makes you look older than you are.”

She couldn’t help but cringe at his harsh statement. Yes, she had lied to him, but only because she was playing the game by his rules.

“I guess things aren’t really going to be that different after all, are they, Mr. Black?” Standing and hiking her skirt up over her hips, she revealed her pussy. “Fine. You want it; take it.” His hungry eyes fixed on the prize between her legs as he backed himself up to the white ottoman near the matching over-sized sofa in the middle of the room.

No panties. Just the way he liked. She remembered well the lesson learned from having worn them before and she made sure this time around she would be one step ahead. When she saw his eyes light up, she knew she had one-upped him. Sure, he could have what was between her legs, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to get her heart again.

When he sat motionless staring at her freshly shaven mound like a hungry wolf, she lost patience and rushed toward him. Straddling him as he sat on the edge of the short, square footstool, she fisted a handful of his thick, dark and gray mane at back of his head and shoved his face into her crotch.

In a flash her wrist was in his grips, his thumb on the top of her hand and twisting it in an unnatural position, making her squeal out in pain from his severe self-defense 101 maneuver.

“Don’t ever fucking try to dominate me, Elsa,” he growled just as he released her.

She rubbed her wrist and tried to back away, but his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her back on top of him. She struggled against him as he forced her body backward and off the edge of the ottoman until her upper shoulders and head came to rest between his feet. The position of her body with her legs splayed open and his hold on her hips left nothing to the imagination. Completely exposed and unable to resist his manipulation, he buried his face between her legs. Placing her hands on the floor next to her, she attempted to steady her body while he greedily sucked and licked at her.

She would not be turned on by this, she promised herself. She would not be lured into his sexual trap. With eyes closed, she tried to imagine that it was Nate orally pleasuring her. That it was his hands now pushing her thighs further apart and his tongue lapping at her. That it was Nate’s grunted moans filling her ears. She tried, God how she tried, but it was useless.

His tantalizing and unique smell, citrus and cigarette, kept her from her denying the truth that was all around her – that she was back in 2500 East Grace Street and under Mr. Black’s control.

How the hell did this happen?

Clawing at the carpet below her, she cursed under her breath.

Nate… poor Nate… her sweet, yet unemotional and less-than satisfying lover…

It wasn’t his fault she was eternally doomed to be controlled by Mr. Fucked Up. If only she could pretend it was Nate and not Victor… Tighter yet she clenched her eyelids, fighting the slow burn in her lower belly that was rapidly growing out of control.

Try, Elsa. Try… she pleaded with herself, but her brain wouldn’t allow her to make believe she was anywhere other than where she was. Here, again, in this house with this merciless man with his mouth on her and his hands all over her; his wants being enforced; his needs being insisted upon. Him and his Goddamn demands and rules, and his fucking threats and promises…

A gruff command from above thrust her back to reality, “Look at me, Elsa.”

It wasn’t Nate’s voice or mouth now causing that deep ache in her loins, and she would never forgive herself for what she had done to him.

“No,” she whispered, forbidding her body to be turned on.

Teeth grazed her clit and the tip of a tongue circled around and around.

“Open your eyes so that you know who’s going to make you come.”

He always knew what she was thinking. But how? How did he always fucking know? God she hated him for always knowing… always being in her head. The warmth built up to a blazing fire that couldn’t be denied. When she felt his fingers slip inside of her and hit the spot that only he had been able to access, her body jerked and she squirmed as she tried to escape his penetrative assault.

“I won’t say it again: open your fucking eyes.” He sunk his teeth into her labia as his fingers pumped in and out. Unclenching her lids, she looked him in the eyes, marshaling all her defenses. When she did, his eyes flared wide. There was an unspoken challenge in the depths of his emerald-green eyes and she fought with every fiber of her being not to come.

His rough, thick voice stroked her senses when he ordered her to do the very thing she was fighting against. “Come for me, Peach.”

She thrashed her head violently. “I won’t,” she nearly sobbed.

“Your pussy is dripping wet for me and still you refuse me?” he asked in astonishment as he separated her labia with his thumbs. “What we have is pure chemistry. When will you accept that?” he purred against her as he blew warm air against her clit. “When will you realize that our destinies are forever linked?” He slipped his fingers in her only to withdraw them to lick off her juices. “That your body and mind will always be mine to do with whatever I want?” Then reinserted them. “That no amount of your denials will stop me from taking what’s mine?” One last nibble and suck on her clit before pumping his digits viciously in and out of her.

“No,” she panted out as she rose on her elbows to try and scoot away from him. It made no difference how her body reacted to him. It was her heart that she was trying to protect. Not the part of her body that had always attracted the wrong men and did far too much of her thinking for her. Her ever-hungry pussy had done nothing but gotten her into trouble. “I belong to me. No one owns me!” her voice rose over the sound of his heavy breathing.

Her insolence only seemed to stoke the fire within him and made it burn out of control. His actions became frenzied and ravenous as he yanked her back toward his mouth and fingers. Gliding a hand up her soft belly, he pressed down just above her pelvic bone as he thrust his fingers in and tugged at her pussy. It was her undoing. A bright light filled her vision and the heat that had been centralized in her nethers, radiated over her entire body as she stilled for what came next. Her body quaked and jerked in a motion much like a person having an epileptic seizure as a gush of wetness spilled from her. Victor’s mouth covered her, lapping up every last drop of her release before lifting her still shaking body onto the sofa.

As she laid there with her brain still fuzzy from the aftermath of the most amazing orgasm she had ever had, she fought to stay lucid and keep her cool. But it was pointless to even try. All sense of dignity and composure had just been tossed out the window at the sound of her high-pitched orgasmic shriek. With her breathing ragged and her body still quivering uncontrollably, she forced her eyes open, angry at her body for betraying her and livid with Mr. Black for giving her what Nate never could. She would never forgive him for what he had put her through, but the starkly possessive gaze staring back at her and the dominance he exuded forced her to realize that she could no longer deny the delicious heat of carnal attraction for him. Even if what he was going to put her through was hell.

***

Desire, a pulsing, throbbing need, made Victor’s cock rock hard as he stood above Elsa, staring down at her as she continued to shudder. The game was on and they were both all in. There would be no more pretenses about all this game would entail – all the mind fuckery, twisted scenarios and depravity and decadence they could withstand. He would have her again and again, over and over, taking her, making her surrender, fucking her, all the while watching her struggle to follow his rules.

An invisible arrow of liquid heat shot straight through his groin when her tongue poked out to moisten her upper lip. A thick, wet bead of precum settled on the head of his dick and he couldn’t resist snaking his hand down to stroke himself. She wanted to be fucked. He could see it in her rebellious eyes, but there would be no fucking this day.

Crawling between her legs, he took advantage of her still weakened state and dipped his fingers into her again.

His movements began slow as he straddled her, fingering her gently with one hand while he masturbated with the other. Elsa’s expression became languid as she watched the motion of his hand on himself. When she looked into his eyes – there it was again. Defiance.

She tried to resist him and wriggle away, but he quickly pinned her against the couch with the weight of his body, reminding her that deep in the center of his being, there was a hunger that only she could satiate, and he wouldn’t be denied. He squeezed his hand between their bodies and rubbed the head of his shaft on her clit before sitting up again to thrust his fingers back into her. Ferociously, he dug his digits in, coaxing another orgasm out of her and once again drinking up every drop.

Her smell… her taste… her puffy pussy lips bright pink from his exploitation … One, two strokes and his own climax burst forth onto her abdomen as she continued to quiver from her second release.

While her teeth still chattered, he let a satisfied grunt slip past his lips as he stood and glared down at her.

“Does that asshole you plan on marrying make you come like this?” The rosiness of her cheeks brightened to a deeper shade and by the distressed arch of her brow, he knew the answer. Proud for having melted her physical defenses and giving her the kind of pleasure she couldn’t refute, even if only momentarily, he leaned over her and delivered his next blow. “So do you still think I’m no one of importance?”

Her liquid brown eyes were still hazy with need, but her response came without hesitation. “I said Mr. Black was. Not you.”

Always with this bullshit. When would she fucking learn? Lifting his chin, he glowered indignantly. “Eighteen months apart and I thought you would’ve figured out by now that I am Mr. Black.”

Propping herself up on her elbows, she swirled a finger around in his wet essence that still lingered on her stomach. Taunting him with her laid-back sexiness, she licked the tip of her finger as if taste testing his masculinity. “And I thought you would have realized by now that you’re not.”

Denial mingled with raging arousal shouted through him, but inside, he wondered: was she right? Or was this not going to end well again?

*

Waiting while Elsa cleaned herself, Victor scanned the snowy street below from his bedroom window. The streetlight glinted off the icy roadway and he considered suggesting she stay the night to avoid the dangers of driving on it. Winter was officially in full-effect and the coldness that was outside was also felt indoors by her frigid and less than forthcoming attitude. He expected as much and reminded himself that it made no difference whether or not she was warmed by thoughts of being with him. He simply wanted to break her, once and for all.

Who the hell was he kidding? Of course he wanted her to want him. And that damned question still haunted him: did she still love him like she said she always would? Time changes people and even those who claim undying love have a change of heart when they’re hurt.

Several minutes later, she came out of his en suite, just as fresh as she had arrived. The moment she stepped out his home, no one would ever know she had just been orally satisfied and his DNA spilled all over her. Not even Nathan. His eyes narrowed down to slits at the thought of her trying to conceal their connection.

Moving to the bed, he abruptly pulled her over and pinned her beneath him. Surprisingly, she didn’t resist and simply laid below him, gazing up at him questioningly, probably expecting him to force himself on her.

As her eyes continued to roam over his face, a question formed on his lips. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Her breathing slowed and her lips parted, all the while undeniable fear shimmering in her irises. It upset him to see that expression, knowing that Mr. Black was to blame for the dread she was feeling.

“I’m thinking that it’s getting late and I should leave,” she responded cautiously.

Feigning indifference to put her at ease, he gently pushed off of her and motioned toward the door. “If that’s what you want. You’re not being held captive here.”

The shock on her face was rousing if not comical. “Like hell I’m not. Just because I’m not physically chained to your side doesn’t mean I’m not metaphorically bound to you.”

A wicked smile broke through his apathetic façade at how truthful her statement was.

With a troubled look on her face, she stared at him. “Why do you find that amusing?”

“I don’t find it amusing; I find it sexy.” He pressed his index finger to his bottom lip as he imagined her slender, naked and sweaty body weighed down by heavy irons. “You, fettered and fucked, begging to come... Maybe we can try that next time.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, she huffed as she eyed the length of his body. “If you plan on shackling me, you’d better plan on giving up some good information, like who the hell made you into the sadist that you are.”

And just like that, her bold spirit resurfaced. God, how he missed that. He smiled inwardly, the gears in his head spinning wildly. No one had made him into what he was. He was fucking born that way. Had she forgotten the harsh lesson he taught her in the name of proving who he really was?

“You think that just because you’re being allowed to write your own rules, you get to dictate my actions?” he snarled at her as Mr. Black reappeared.

Her mouthed thinned in displeasure and her cheeks brightened under the bedroom lamp.

“This is still my game and you’re still under my roof. Don’t push me unless you want me to push back,” he warned.

Abruptly, she stood. “Likewise, Mr. Black, I’m not the same woman I was before,” she gathered her coat and shoes. “I get the distinct impression that you think I should thank you for that, since in your delusional state of mind you believe you’ve helped me…” she laughed sarcastically. “But you’ll never hear me say those words to you. Not ever.”

Victor sat on the edge of the bed watching her. As she prepared to leave, he wondered if he should halt her or just let things be until their next secret liaison – when things would get really interesting.

“Yes, this is your game and this is your house, but this is my body,” she glared at him as she reached for the doorknob. “I don’t care what you think or what you told me before. Just because you know how to pleasure me doesn’t mean you own me. This is my sanity and life that I’m fighting for. I won’t ever let you affect me the way you did. So go ahead, give it your best shot. Fuck with me in all the depraved ways you can think of because I plan on doing exactly the same. You want to break me just as badly as I want to break you, but unless you plan on giving me what I want, then you’ll never win this game.”

Her eyes flared wide, her long lashes framing her luminescent mahogany eyes. The almost imperceptible swaying and trembling of her body let Victor know that being back in his presence was clearly taking its toll on her. As it should. And this was only the beginning. How much longer would she pretend that she was unaffected when, clearly, she was? Undoubtedly, she was going to prove to be a worthy adversary again.

She hesitated as if waiting for him to lash out and lunge toward her and stop her, and for a split second, he considered it. Instead he held his ground and met her gaze unflinchingly even though his insides roiled with infuriation at her insolence and self-assuredness. When she finally stepped out of the room and he heard the front door close, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

Moving to the window, he watched her vehicle back out and disappear down the street as his irritation continued to simmer on medium-high heat. He stripped down with the intention of showering, but decided to go into the surveillance room that was now converted into an office. He dug out his journal and current case file with intentions to work on both. He had an upcoming meeting with Anthony; the first in nearly a year, and he needed to prepare himself mentally.

While chewing on a piece of nicotine gum, he penned his thoughts.

The game has begun. If it wasn’t for your disobedience and lack of acceptance as to your place at my feet, I could almost forget about my plans. I could simply allow your feminine smell to entice me. I could watch that luscious mouth of yours whisper your desires while I give them to you. It’s a fantasy that perhaps someday we can indulge in.

You speak about things you know nothing of. Maybe you’ve repeated them to yourself so often that you really believe them. But make no mistake, your body is mine and your sanity lies within my grip. Though you may try, those words you speak so ardently can’t hide your fear.

I remember what your sobs sound like and how those rebellious eyes of yours shine when you give me what I want and how much you love it. I’ll let you believe you won this round, but before this week ends, you’ll feel the effects of the fury I’m no longer able to contain. I promise , you’ll feel it. You’ll beg for reprieve and the fierce fucking you deserve. Maybe I’ll give you one or both. Perhaps I’ll give you neither and simply watch your tears flow until my cock hardens like I’ve dreamt of for far too long now. Mere dreams will no longer suffice nor satisfy me. The time has come to make my fantasy a reality and see you cry, Elsa.

***

Elsa drove away from 2500 East Grace Street with the image of Victor standing in his bedroom window, watching her. Just as she was a tattered version of her former self – so was he. For all his ferocity and austere words, she had managed to get away without so much as a reprimand or threat of penalty. Then again, that’s how he worked. He let her slip away, lulling her into a false sense of triumph.

As she slowed her speed near an icy patch, the full impact of what had just happened, hit her. She had done the very thing she swore she never would: allow Mr. Black back into her life and to touch her. Nate popped into her mind and a dull ache in her chest throbbed against her ribcage. He would never forgive her for what she had done.

Tears bordered her lashes and blurred the road ahead. Why the hell did she have to ask how he knew Victor? She could’ve gone on pretending that it was merely coincidence that he had shown up. Not wanting to face what was waiting for her at home, she stopped off at the Grace Street café only to find it closed early for the weather. Sorrow gripped her heart, knowing that this night would be spent dwelling on her betrayal to Nate, the heartrending look on his face when she last saw him, and replaying her scene with Mr. Black over and over.