The Abandoned Wife Makes A Come Back

CHAPTER SIX

***Warning. This chapter contains s****l content, intended for mature audience***

After dinner we all went to the living room and watched a movie, Veronica got to pick because no one really wanted to choose. She chose a slasher flick.

The sight of blood always frightened me and made me squeamish. I couldn't understand why she chose such a movie. Perhaps to remind me of who Vincent was. A killer in her eyes. Could he be so bad?

I found myself staring at him far too long, when he caught me I quickly looked away.

It seemed to amuse him, a small smirk on his lips as he watched me cringe and look away from the horrific scenes on the large plasma screen.

After a few gruesome movies Veronica and Dante passed out, slumped on the couches in perfect snoring harmony. I wasn't tired after so many graphic cinematic adventures so I politely excused myself and went out to the terrace for air.

It didn't take Vincent long to follow. His presence was so easily detectable. I tried to ignore it but he knew I was aware he was out there with me and we were both aware, we were alone.

I didn't quite understand his fixation with me. I was a broken housewife. My looks were average. My intelligence average. My moral compass is a far deal different than his. Why the continued obsession? It was frustrating.

Gathering my nerves I turned to him, my eyes focused on him. He was even more gorgeous under the moonlight. The silver light was a stark contrast to the darkness deep inside.

“W.. Why the interest? I'm not some…toy to amuse yourself with you know…”

His eyes narrowed. He approached me slowly, the sounds of each step echoing in my head as I instinctively backed away.

He chuckled, low and dangerous. His eyes reflected a sort of hurt I didn't recognize.

“You think I show this much interest in a mere toy? No Princess.” He reached out and brushed a lock of stray hair behind my ear “You're more than that my dear. More than something to break and discard…”

As he drew closer, he pulled me in and held me tight against him. The warmth of his body seeped into me as he kept a possessive hand on my waist and the other tangled in my hair just enough to ensure I couldn't flee or look away.

His voice became a soft whisper as he leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning across my ear making me quiver.

“I plan to conquer you and make you mine.” He kissed down my neck, sending shivers through my body as he whispered his dark promises with every kiss. “your heart.” kiss. “your body.” kiss. “And your soul.”

With that final word he bit down on my collarbone, just enough to make me gasp in surprise. His hands kept me flushed against him.

I whimpered and fidgeted in the hold. My body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't understand the warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yearning? Fear? Need?

All I knew was this man was dangerous. So wonderfully dangerous.

Unable to contain myself I slowly submitted to him, letting his hands caress more of my body. Each touch was demanding but careful, always seeking my approval before going further.

His hands flexed with need but he kept it gentle, the primal need to have me simmering on the surface but he remained a gentleman. Perhaps that was part of the tease.

Edging me closer and closer to insanity as I quivered and moaned out for him, my body betraying me as I clutched the railing firmly.

He growled hungrily in my ear, pressing himself against me. Teasing me more. His voice was rough, barely containing himself as he whispered in my ear and held me tight.

“Tell me to stop Princess…tell me now or I'll make you mine. Right here and now.”

I trembled. It wasn't a jest, it was a promise. He was just as lost in the needy lust as I was. I pondered it. My mind felt blank as I looked up at him in need.

“Please…don't stop.”

The look in my eyes seemed to cause something in him to break. He spun me around and braced me against the railing before ripping off the expensive dress Veronica bought me. I tried to protest but before I knew it he ripped off my panties, exposing my bare flesh to the cool night air.

“A-ah! V.. Vincent!” I whimpered as he began to stroke me, his fingers teasing my most intimate places.

He groaned, relishing in the sounds he made me make as he slowly slid a finger deep inside me. Curling it and carefully stroking parts of me that haven't been given much attention, well, ever. He chuckled at how responsive I was to him.

“Has my lovely princess not felt such pleasure?” he teased affectionately as he nibbled my ear.

I whimpered in response as he pressed my most sensitive bits firmly causing shockwaves of pleasure to course through me. He chuckled more, feeling amused.

“You're acting like a naughty little virgin.” He teased with his deep, sultry tone.

Before I could respond he slipped in another digit, gently stretching me as he moved them in and out with precision and power.

I gasped and moaned out loudly as I gripped the terrace railing. My heart raced as I looked out at the serene view in front of me. I had never been overly adventurous, letting Jonathan do whatever pleased him most without much thought to my own interests but here I was being caressed by a man I hardly knew while outside for anyone to hear. It was embarrassing and exhilarating. All in equal measure.

He nearly brought tears to my eyes as I felt like I was going to explode from his stroking but he pulled his fingers away, admiring the wetness with his tongue as he licked them clean.

“That's a good girl…so f*****g sweet…I think I'll have to taste for myself, hm?”

I gasped and tried to run away but he picked me up and placed me on a lounging chair. His eyes were dark and full of warning.

“Never get between me and my treats princess, I would hate to get… rough.” he held my legs open daring me to challenge him. When I began to tear up he paused. “What's wrong?” He asked softly, afraid he may have hurt me somehow.

I felt stupid to say my insecurities. My ex had always told me how disgusting it was and how I was lucky he slept with me at all, telling me I was a selfish i***t to ask for more. It made me self conscious and gave me resentment towards myself as a woman.

“M.. My ex.. he-” before I could finish he gripped my thighs tightly causing me to gasp in surprise. He softened his hold but kept me in place firmly.

“f**k him!” He growled angrily. Seeing my shock he softened his tone “Let me make you feel good Princess…please.”his voice was aggressive and demanding at first but softened to a gentle plea.

I couldn't deny my curiosity and nodded softly, still feeling nervous. Noticing my uncertainty he pulled out a silk ribbon from his pocket and tied it gently around my eyes.

“Focus on the feeling, not the act. Can you do that for me princess?”

I blushed brightly. “Y.. Yes…”

I could feel his smile as he purred against me. His warm tongue lapped at the wetness he caused and circled around a key spot that made my whole body jolt.

I could tell he was pleased with his discovery by the way he hummed and moaned as his tongue explored me. It was a new and wonderfully terrifying experience.

He remained gentle but as I bucked against him and ran my fingers desperately through his hair I could feel his control falter as he began to move his tongue faster and hungrier.

His actions only caused me to cry out more as I grabbed a small fistful of his hair, pushing his face deeper. He allowed me this and followed what I needed most to chase that sensation of pure ecstacy.

As he brought me to the brink of utter bliss causing me to unravel. I felt light headed and exhausted. My voice hoarse from crying out for him. He continued to slurp up every drop of my ecstasy, looking up at me with those hungry eyes.

I had no recovery time before the sound of his belt coming undone resounded through the quiet night. I gulped nervously, unsure if I could handle it but there wasn't much time before I felt his tip press into me. He was gentle with his prodding but desperate.

Reaching out for him he took me in his arms, holding me carefully as he slid inside me causing me to toss my head back with a loud, lusty cry. He continued to hold me preciously as he thrust every thick inch deeper and deeper until I had taken all of him.

I look at him through the blind, tears wetting the soft fabric. He chuckled and untied it as he settled me comfortably on his lap, burying himself deeper.

“How does it feel to be mine princess?”

Before I could answer he thrust upward causing me to cry out again, my body trembling from the pleasure. I panted desperately as he began to grip my hips possessively and move me along his length, keeping me in place as he ravaged me with equal parts affection and desire.

I didn't know how much time had passed or how many times I had come undone by this devil. His relentlessness was evident as he filled me with his own satisfaction time and time again, no sign of any reprieve as he continued to claim me.

It wasn't until I was on the brink of passing out did he show mercy. Chuckling softly as he brushed the sweat soaked strands from my bright red face.

“There's my girl…you did so well princess, I'm so proud of you.” He kissed me tenderly and held me close to him.

After I had settled down from the intense activities he gently carried me upstairs to his room and laid me down gently, removing the sweat soaked overshirt he had used to conceal my dress previously and cleaning my body delicately.

I had never received such pampering before. Jonathon has been my only and he never showed an ounce of concern. Not even our wedding night when he took my first time. It had been painful and awful but he told me that's what it was supposed to be like and to get used to it. With Vincent though, it's how I always dreamed and more.

After his attentive care he held me close and we fell asleep in the sweet afterglow of our union. My mind lingered with thoughts of concern for this situationship I've found myself in but in his embrace I felt nothing but warmth and safety. I would have hell to face, but I'd face it tomorrow. For now? I just wanted a peaceful sleep.