Vanished in Chicago (Vanished)

“You are mine, Chiara. Say it!” he commands, crowding me into the wall. His face goes to my neck, and he licks up the side of it. I moan, eyes closing as his tongue leaves traces of needle pricks in its wake, everything exacerbated by this uncontrollable need for him to fuck me, finally. Weeks of building, of pretending that every time we part, I don’t want to beg him to take me. “I’m waiting, Tink. Tell me?” Oh God. His fingers are pinching my nipples, pulling them, punishing them for my disobedience. I want to say it to him with everything in me, but I can’t. I just... I can’t because I don’t belong to him… do I?

I cry out when his hands grip my hair, and he yanks my head back. His warm breath tickles my ear as he chuckles. “You can fight all you want to, but I can smell you, baby. I can smell your siren call, wafting right from the junction between your legs. Do you know why?” I shake my head, whimpering as the pinches become harder, shooting slivers of ice straight to my clit. “Because you are mine, Chiara. You fucking belong to me and anyone who tries to come between us will perish in smoke while we sit upon their ashes and cover ourselves in their blood-soaked soot.” Shit. His crazy ass is making me hotter and hotter. What does it say about me?

Squeezing my legs together, my whimpers become louder as the ache gets more prominent. Not surprising, he notices. Who am I kidding? He sees everything. “Jakub.” I call for him to fix it. Do something. Anything. His eyes caress my nipples, slowly gazing down the rest of me to where I hurt for him.

“Do you need something, baby?” He taunts me with his finger so close to the nub I need him to touch, but he doesn’t touch it, only pets the lips around it. He licks his lips and I know he is getting off on torturing me… punishing me for not giving in to him and saying what he wants. “Is this mafia princess pussy pissed she didn’t get what she needed?” He taunts me with bites on my neck, ripping gasps and cries of desperation from my mouth.

“Yes.” I practically shout as an answer to his question.

“I bet she is. What does she want Tink? Tell me.”

“You.” I have lost the fight in me. There is no resistance left. He has stripped the last of my bravado with each pinch, bite, and lick. He releases me and steps back at my admission. I falter, ready to reach and beg him to touch me, when he grips my arms.

“Finally,” he says before taking my mouth in a sensual journey of possession and yearning. His tongue coaxes mine out of its hiding place, dancing with it. I swear at this point I can barely pull my thighs apart they are so sticky. It is sensory overload, and he hasn’t even touched my poor, distraught pussy. “Christ. You are the reincarnation of Eve. No wonder men are destined to be cursed. Who could walk away from pussy like this? We are just dumb fucks being led around by our dicks, following the pussy that owns us, like lovesick assholes.” The power I feel when he says it, is more dangerous than him. When a man driving you out of your mind, tells you that you have the control. That is heady shit. I never looked at it like that. “You may not want to say it right now, but these tits,” he bites them. “This neck,” He licks it. “This stomach that my children will grow in, these hips that will spread for me and them and this pussy are mine.”

“Please.” I am a mess at this point. A weak, weepy, wet mess shaking and full of energy. I have never felt so drained but energized.

“I knew from the moment I smelled you in the coffee shop. You know that? I could have taken you that night. Hell, I planned too. But something told me you were more to me than a means to an end.”

“What? What told you?” I ask him, mewling while he leaves marks all over my chest and tits. His hands and mouth are everywhere except where I want… no need him.

“The organ inside of me that never noticed anything but my mother and brother. My heart, Chiara.” Oh God. Why did he have to say that? Now I can feel tears. “You have a choice. I want that to be clear right now. I don't want a brainwashed pussy. Say the word and I walk out of here. I leave this room right now and never touch you again.”

Whoa. I did not expect him to put it in my hands. I should say no and make him leave but I am a crazy ass girl from an even crazier family, and I want him. I have no clue what the future is, but I want him. “Take me, Jakub.”