Page 1 of Sinful Addiction
One
Antonio
I’ve been transfixed on Lacey for months.Something about California changed everything.It changed us, and I'll never admit to anyone that it changed me.Witnessing Lacey’s strength and determination has left me second guessing the way I see her.Having childhood trauma makes you more perceptive and determined to dig into what makes other people tick; seeing the same fight in her eyes as I once had in mine draws me in further.
There’s substantially more to her than bouncy gold hair and glossed ruby lips.Her rich girl persona calls to be set free from the lifestyle she doesn’t belong in.
Yes, I’ve done horrible things.I’ve tortured and killed men; I’ve sold and taken drugs.I’m an evil man living in a corrupt world.I’m the man who creeps into Lacey’s dreams to ruin her for other men.
I keep telling myself sleeping with her will fix my problems, then we fall into the same old habit of me pushing her away or her running from me.The greatest obstacle here is that I can’t or won’t allow myself to be the dom others have experienced before her, although bit by bit I’m slipping through the cracks with her incessant need for me to let her in.Tonight is a prime example of that.She challenges me every chance she gets.I think I’ve finally met my match.
“Get out of your head.You’re holding back,” Lacey protests while I glide my cock in and out of her luscious pussy.I try hard to dampen the rage simmering on the surface, however that’s hard when she’s calling my bluff.
“If I give you what you want, you’ll run scared.”I flip her onto her back, hoping she can see my sincerity.This woman confuses me.Conversations during sex have always been a hard limit but with her I want to.It’s raw communication that comes naturally.I place her legs over my shoulders to better angle myself, letting the orgasm build until we’re at each other's mercy.
I watch as she fights to keep her eyes open.“Look at me, pixie,” I growl at the same moment her walls strangle my cock like a vice and all other words I saved for her come out as a strangled groan of possessiveness.
Once she regains composure, she picks up where I left off.“You don’t know that.Give us a chance.Let me in,” she pleads.
She has absolutely no idea what that’d do to her.I’ll bring her down with me.I can see it in the back of her mind's eye.She’s not ready yet, and for that reason I need to continue keeping her at arm's length.I need to protect her from my own nightmares while saving her from her own.If she knew how much of a hold she has on me, she’d try harder to break me.
I can’t let that happen.
“Enough.You won’t handle what I'm capable of.Just because I take you into the club sometimes doesn’t mean you can throw demands on me.”I need to defer this conversation so she continues thinking I'm the asshole she labels me as.
“This is pointless.”She wriggles from underneath me.
“Lacey,” I warn.
“If you won’t open up to me, how is this ever going to work?I know we both agreed to no feelings, but I think we’re kidding ourselves.You’re lying to yourself more so if you think otherwise.If you continue building walls, then this can no longer continue.”I watch as she searches for her discarded clothing while suppressing her anger toward me.One trait I’ve learnt about this little pixie is she will bottle her emotions.She’ll pretend until it’s no longer a problem or explode when she’s passed her limit.
We’re both stubborn people.This is half of the reason neither of us has let the other go; or so I keep telling myself.
Frustration morphs into humor as she aggravatedly searches my living room.
“Where the hell is my underwear?Gah, how many times do I have to tell you to stop hiding them from me when we have sex!”
My lip curls up on one side.I love riling her.The sex is exhilarating when she comes back for more.
“Calm down.You know you always come back.”The smug grin is wiped from my face.I rub the tender spot on my cheek where she just slapped.A dark haze blinds my vision.No one slaps me, period.My muscles tense as I stalk toward her, still naked, backing her into a corner.
“You want a taste?”I swipe a knife from the knife block on my way past the kitchen island and press the sharp tip against her delicate skin.We lock eyes as she struggles to decipher the outcome of her mistake.Her eyes are wide and afraid.I glide my nose down her elongated neck, inhaling her just been fucked scent mixed with lingering fear.It excites me the way her body responds to mine despite the provocation.
With my other hand, I pull free a strand of her hair, playing with it between my fingers before stepping closer to whisper in her ear, “Do you still want me to show you what it’s really like for me to let go?Because you’ve got him, pet.You have his undivided attention.I suggest you run now if you’ve changed your mind.”
My dick stands at attention and presses into her stomach as I push her harder against the stainless steel fridge.
“You’re a sadistic bastard.”She spits venom at me.
“You asked for it.What did you think was going to happen?That I’d sit down and talk about how shitty my life was growing up?How about you tell me what’s holding you back, huh?”I seethe.
“Stop!”
One word is all it takes to step back and lower the knife.As I do, I watch the light’s reflection dance on the shiny steel like a beacon.
It’s no secret that I love sharp objects.Knives and blades are like a second skin.
Lacey stands before me, opening and closing her mouth like she has something to say but is either too scared or can’t find her words.Her features turn hard.That’s when I know she’s made up her mind.