The Abandoned Wife Makes A Comeback

Chapter Six

***Warning. This chapter contains sexual 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.