Once again, I apologize for this very late update, working on chapter 5, and to one of my commenters, I will not conclude this story in chapters... lol, maybe 7 though. Thank you to my new beta reader Twila H., you made this flow so much better. Thanks again.
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A few moments later, Vincent paused in his pounding to look down into her face, "Ember, know that I love you. I love you so much. You can't leave me... I won't let you, if you even try to leave..." his look became so cold, so deadly, despite the sweat pouring of off him and the heat radiating from their bodies, a chill ran through her body as she looked into his cloudy grey like eyes. "... if you ever try to leave me..." He slowly shook his head from side to side. "I will find you. I'll find you and bring you back. I will always bring you back. No damn parents or judges will get in my way this time."
He supported his body above hers on one hand and held her wrists with the other. As he finished making these proclamations to her, he started to take slow long plunges back and forth into her. Once again, her cries of pain surely became moans of pleasure as he made sure to imprint his dick and lovemaking in her.
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Ember blankly stared out her passenger side window. The buildings blurred into residential homes, which soon became wide open fields scattered with horses and cows and the occasional ranch house. All this was unseen by Ember as she ran Vincent's assault over and over again in her head. She felt out of her body. No, more like out of her head, 'Who fucking responds to shit like that?' she berated herself. She felt physically nauseated. For all her worth, she literally tried to curve her body into a ball. She had wrapped her shaking hands around her equally trembling forearms.
It was a horrible change from rubbing her bruised and raw wrists from the chaffing she had endured from the handcuffs earlier. It was as if she thought if she could just ignore the monster next to her he would no longer exist, no longer be a threat to her and what she experienced could be chalked up to a very bad dream, but he shattered that illusion when his spoken words were as if he had read her mind.
"You can stare out that window all you like for now, but I won't let you ignore me or what we did." Vincent simply stated as he scanned his cellphone and tapped a text to Vergara's pilot informing them of their ETA.
As if her body suspected he required an answer to his comment, it involuntarily shuddered. In some strange way, that one response appeased Vincent that she understood what was expected of her from now on.
Ember could not resist the desire to cast a glare in his direction. Though as much as she hated him that moment, the act of meeting his stare made her skin crawl. She wanted to defy him on everything, but her sore throat and more infuriating, her sore spot between her legs constantly reminded her she had to walk on egg shells where Vincent was concerned.
She couldn't help but to drift back to the first time she had really taken notice of Vincent the teenager.
As she gave those memories serious thought, it surprised her to realize she had known of Vincent for years, not directly, but through their parents. Their mothers and his father had gone to school together in Omaha, from when they were in the first grade to high school and some college. Only Ember's dad was from Down South. Why her dad and Mr. Sinclair were even fishing buddies. Vincent's father would jokingly call her dad a 'good ole boy,' her dad never took offense.
Mr. Sinclair even used her dad as a go-to IT man for the police department. They were all such good friends. Well, they used to be... that is. Ember's mother ran in similar social circles as Mrs. Sinclair. Mrs. Sinclair was the PTA president and her mom was the recording secretary. They both served in the booster club. Well, once again, no more.
Ember's eyes moistened at those memories. How did things get so crazy, oh, yeah...? Vincent. Her first contact, in a weird sort of way was when she had first spotted him in their junior high school hallway standing at his locker staring at her. At the time she wasn't sure he was either looking at her or looking at someone behind her.
There had been a bevy of girls clamoring for his attention, so of course she couldn't have caught his eye. She remembered thinking that he was out of her league anyway. With a sardonic snort she shook her head from side to side. She had just assumed he was looking at someone behind and turned to her own locker to fumble through the textbooks there looking for her French book. That became their interactions with one another, more so for her than him. She could be in the school library with a study group, look up for a moment into gray eyes. Walking with friends and casually look away and meet his glance. It had to be a glance, who just stands to the side and watches a person everyday whenever they appear?
With a disturbing thunderclap going off in her head, Ember finally grasped all the looks, the glances, mere chance of locking eyes with Vincent. Though a chance on her part, they never were on Vincent's. Daring herself to twist her head back toward Vincent, she had to look, she had to confirm her new suspicions. Had this shit with Vincent started way earlier than that fated date? Did she not see this shit for what it was?
Expressionless eyes were already attuned to her every move. "Nice for you to realize you're not the only one riding here in the back." Vincent added in a humorous tone. Once again, it was as if he had been waiting for her to look in his direction. But this time his look held a smug expression.
Ember could barely contain her gasp, and once again wonder how did she never pick up on his stalkerish ways? Had she known would she had been more careful, would she have allowed the psychologist label it as something that women have had to deal with? Who fucking deals with a stalker? And more importantly, how do people deal with one?
