Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions) novel Chapter 53

My mind is fighting the reality of this, it is belittling what I see. I need Vincent, I need him to make me feel.

Is this part of it, is this me feeling.

His feet march toward me, before I would have coward, now, now I just glare at him.

Thick fingers grip my jaw, his hands sticky in blood. I know because I smell the iron, feel the liquid gum on my cheeks.

“I just got started, Kylie, you have to watch, see my masterpiece, you are my muse, have you forgotten sweet girl.”

He gives me a proud smile at that, and before I have a chance to think he tilts his head to the side, closer to mine and kisses me.

And then I feel it, that spark, that warm feeling that I have been craving since he left me alone on that balcony.

His tongue dips carelessly into my mouth, hungry yet skillful.

For a drunk man, he doesn't kiss me like one. He consumes my mouth taking me to heights of pure unaltered ecstasy.

I forget what I'm supposed to be doing. My brain shuts down as my body enters the blissful state that I have craved since last night.

His fingers holding my jaw goes around my neck, and for the first time since I was raped by thirty-three men for twenty-one two days, my pussy clenches in need.

Losing my standstill, I become a participant in this taking.

My own fingers tugging the back of his hair. My lips sucking on his bottom one. I am not sure how it happens after that, I can't really think about logistics as Vincent lifts me up against the wall, my legs wrapping around his back, our mouths and tongues locked in a dual of lust.

I don't stop and think about the dead in the room or the blood of these people on my skin. Relishing in this feeling, this deep need for this man to spark life back into me.

Legs locked tightly around his back, fingers stuck in his hair as his mouth fucks my own in a promise as my now drug induced state makes me feel so much.

He turns us around, carrying me to the dinner table where the dead people sit in wait watching this man take my body to heights of explicit bliss.

Laying me down gently on the big light wood, I grab at his tie as his smoldering eyes lock on to mine with his dark intent.