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.
