Tempting BAD: VIP Spin Off (50 page)

She slammed the bathroom door in my face, but my shoe caught in between the door and the frame.

“Why you running, Bambi? I thought you wanted to play?” I crudely mocked, prying open the door.

She frustratingly screamed out, trying to use all her strength to hold the door, and push it closed to no avail. I carelessly drove it open, and she stumbled, losing her footing on her fuck-me heels. One fell off, while she twisted her ankle on the other cursing out, and catching herself on the vanity instead.

I immediately closed the door, locking it behind me; frantically trying to gather my thoughts that ran at lighting speed through my mind. I placed my forehead on the door, trying to regain any ounce of control I had left; the impulses that ran violently through my body. My blood was scalding and scornful, leaving behind huge blistering welts all over my skin.

My heart was no longer there.

I left it on her hardwood floor, just like hers was left on the floor near her parents’ bedroom door.

The irony was not lost on me.

I was shaking, every part of my resolve was hammering, I could hear it at my temples; it produced a piercing pain that made my eyes water, and my hands tremble. I swear every part of my nervous system was breaking, shutting down, making it hard to see or to even stand. I could have fallen to the floor from the looming madness that was escalating, higher and higher. I was like an elevator about to be dropped thirty stories high.

I wouldn’t come out alive…

But neither would she.

I would take her down with me. 

“I didn’t know you were here,” she calmly stated, like that made it okay. Her composure was serene, although I knew otherwise.

Hiding.

Always hiding.

I closed my eyes and tried to govern my breathing, in through your nose and out through your mouth. In and out I told myself, repeating the mantra in my mind.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” her tone drastically changed. “You weren’t invited. Do you have any idea how much shit you could get yourself into if Madam found out? You shouldn’t be here, Devon. You need to go before you get hurt. I don’t want that.”

And just like that…

It snapped.

I heard it clear as day, like a ten-pound weight being dropped on my head.

Boom.

Gone.

“What the fuck am
I
doing here?” I recited, slamming my head against the door. “That’s what you’re asking yourself,” I half-whispered, holding onto the doorknob rigorously enough that blood could seep out of my skin.

“Devon—” she purred in that captivating and charismatic voice that brought men to their knees.

Including me.

I turned and placed my hand over her mouth, I didn’t want to hear her voice any longer. It made everything worse, and I didn’t think that would be possible. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. I felt it on my fingers.

“No… no… no… you don’t get to talk anymore,” I murmured against my hand over her mouth. “I don’t want to hear another goddamn thing that comes out of your pretty fucking mouth.”

She swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth and stepped back; her back hit the wall. It gave me much more leverage to hold her in place. I covered her mouth so precisely, making sure to lock her freshly cock sucking lips in the palm of my hand. I treaded closer.

I wanted a minute to touch her, to look at her, to feel her.

I was a crazed man.

I wanted to say goodbye.

My other hand moved to the side of her face, and I angled my head to take in her beauty. I softly touched her cheeks; her skin still rosy and flushed from being fucked six ways from Sunday. I placed some of the damp pieces of hair that had fallen behind her ears; they stuck to her skin from the perspirations of her intense orgasms.

Her eyes were immense; I had never seen them so big. I tried to hide the smile that was lurking.

Bambi.

So soft…

So warm…

So smooth…

She remained still the entire time. Her arms at her sides, and her back against the wall; she didn’t move or speak. As if she was taking me in as well. Maybe she knew what was about to happen… what she deserved.

I wanted to look at her one last time. To remember her just that way, her submissive gaze, her flushed complexion, the smell of her arousal and fear. Her beauty was endless. Always was, and always will be. I touched all over her exquisite bare skin. I removed the hand that was over her mouth, and touched along the lining her lips; the top and then the bottom. Her chest was rising and lifting with each second that passed. Tsunamis of emotions were in her eyes, and with each stroke of my fingers against her sensitive skin, I got to see the next one unfold.

I leaned in and caressed her cheek with mine, still running my finger along the crevices of her lips. “You want to hear a story?” I whispered and she bit her cheek.

I pushed in my finger, running it along her wet pink tongue, and clutched onto the back of her neck, needing her closer to my chest.

To my heart.

“There once was a man, who had fallen so desperately for this woman. A woman he thought he could save. You see… she wasn’t just any normal girl. She was special. He knew it the first time he laid eyes on her. He knew he wanted to look at her forever. She wasn’t what she appeared to be; a deer in headlights is what she reminded him of.” I started to trace the lining of her lips again. I didn’t want her biting her cheek; she wasn’t allowed to feel anything.

Other than what I wanted.

What I desired.

What I needed.

“They spent months together, neither one of them said ‘I love you,’ it was one of those things where it didn’t need to be discussed, they both just knew. She was as broken as he was, and maybe that was his allure to her all along. The gravitational pull that couldn’t be broken, it was too powerful. Much stronger than either of them could bear or understand.” I trailed my fingers from her lips to her chin, and down to her neck, moving them to the sides of her robe. The silk felt heavenly against my fingers, even though I knew I was standing in hell, with her securely placed in my arms.

“He made love to her…”

Blush radiated all over her naked skin, it felt like a volcano ready to erupt. I leisurely made my way down to the tie of her robe. I lingered there for a few seconds; it fell open effortlessly.

My hand gripped onto the back of her neck, and she startled as I settled my forehead upon hers. I wanted to look into her eyes like nothing else existed, but her. I deviously smiled, and tilted her neck so that her lips were now closer to mine. Centimeters apart. “But,” I breathed out and I could smell the mixture of bourbon and come. It made it that much easier to follow through. “She fucked him… she made him believe that there was more to her than just her venomous pussy. There wasn’t. That’s why she gives it away so freely.”

She seemed so fragile in my hold, vulnerable, but her composure was solid. I backed my face away and watched as the tips of my fingers brushed along the sides of her breasts.

“You see… she wasn’t a normal girl. Oh no… she was a fucking whore. She fucked for money. Can you imagine? This stupid man thought he was something different. It was a lie. Her Bambi eyes showed nothing, but emotion and love… for him. They were tainted with lies. The whore she always was came seeping through. Bright and shining,” I taunted, emphasizing the last two words and looking up at her.

I could tell she was holding back, the pain that was burning all around her. She stared at me, her eyes had not moved from my face the entire time I spoke. I felt them stabbing me everywhere. My blood pooling on the tile of the bathroom floor, hers right along with mine. If you weren't careful, you could slip in it and drown; there was so much.

Stubborn little girl.

I moved my hand to the bathroom drawer, and scuffed in disgust of what I already knew would be in there. I grabbed the condom, trying to keep in the bile that was rising. My hand went back to her body, and my eyes followed everywhere my fingers trailed. I had touched every part of her, but this felt like the first time. It was different. The devotion and adoration gone…

“So the man goes to her condo, looking for her, in hopes that they could become something they never were. His son missed her, and so did his father. When he didn’t find her there, he subconsciously found himself in the lobby of her
Madam’s
condo. They led him right up to the show. He had front row seat to the performance of a lifetime.”

I roughly clung onto the back of her neck, and brought her to me. She came naturally, and I hugged her tight to my body. She fit me like a glove, made only for me. Coldness swept through my core, taking any respect I had left for her.

With my face on the side of hers, I glided my cheek along the crevice of her jaw and then along the side of her neck. “She was the main attraction, they fucked her in front of him. Taking every last bit of love he had for her with them.” I moved my lips to her mouth as I unbuckled my belt.

“He wants to kiss her so fucking bad, he wants to claim her mouth with his, and make her remember who she belongs to. Except it’s a lie. That’s what she does… she’s a VIP. She’s a whore. Someone who gives her cunt away like it’s goddamn gold. And from someone who’s been in there… it’s worth it,” I ridiculed, but I couldn’t glance up to her eyes, they stayed glued to her lips that were slightly trembling. Her resolve was breaking.

I rubbed along the front of her thigh, in a front and back motion. I gripped onto the back and placed it on my hip. My pants fell to the ground, and she could feel me at her opening, but still didn’t say a word.

“After she was done giving herself to other men so fucking easily, with no remorse or regret, just pure unadulterated passion, she ran from her prince charming. He chased her like she knew he would. He cornered her in the bathroom.” I shoved her against the wall and she gasped, but I quickly followed her. I aligned my body on top of hers, caging her in, and placing my cock where it was about to go. “And then he fucked her against the wall,” I whispered into her ear, simultaneously thrusting into her in one swift movement.

She cried out not saying a word.

I gripped onto her thigh; my hand would leave a bruise, as I lifted it higher to hold her into place. “Does that feel good? Hmmm? He asked her, always the nice guy. When she didn’t answer he fucked her faster and harder, wanting to feel anything she could offer or give,” I raspingly hissed.

A few minutes went by, and all you could hear was the brutal slapping sound as I pounded into her. The sound would haunt my dreams, and I hoped hers too.

“But see… oh fuck… her pussy clamped down onto his cock, and he knew she was close. Just like the perfect little whore that she is. Her greedy pussy would come for anyone. Not just him.”

Her head fell back against the wall, and her arms went around my neck. I lifted her other leg, and wrapped her legs around my torso. It was easier to fuck her from that angle, make her feel the shame of it all. It was my turn to use her.

“He thrust into her more demanding, and it didn’t take long till her walls constricted against his cock… yes… just like that,” I huskily groaned into her neck. “He felt her essence slip down his balls. Just like a good VIP. Always coming before the clients. See… that’s what he realized, though he never paid, he was just another client. Another man for her to add to her endless list, how many is it, Bambi? What number am I?” I belittled her, fucking her harder and with more determination.

I pumped my hips harsher and clutched onto her back; her heart was beating as fast as mine. They had the same unison pattern.

Hurt.

Betrayal.

Broken.

“He never said I love you…” I thrust in one last time, and trembled my release, my core shaking; holding her so tight for what I knew would be the last time. I held her in my arms for what felt like hours, but I knew were only seconds. When I placed her back onto the ground, her body stuck to mine, her arms still so furiously wrapped around me.

I nipped at her neck, and worked my way up to her mouth. “Now he couldn’t bear to say the words,” I breathed out against her lips, stepping back, and her arms begrudgingly fell to her sides. I finally looked up at her. The face displayed before me reminded me of my mother, and I had to fight back my own tears, as hers streamed so freely and fiercely down her beautiful fucking face. I immediately touched one, and spoke with conviction.

“The only thoughts he had were… I hate you.” I wiped away that tear, placing the used condom on her chest; right on top of her heart. Her hand instantly went on top of mine.

“Send me the bill,” I crudely added.

She shuddered and shut her eyes, instantly cascading down the wall. It reminded me of a waterfall, she was a pile of nothing at the bottom; exactly how I wanted her to be. It took everything inside me not to go to her, to try to rescue her or save her. I thought about what I had just seen, and it helped me keep my resolve; my determination and will to destroy her.

My hate for her.

I took one last look as she crumbled before me. Her sobs would forever haunt my nightmares. I would remember her like this, always. A curled up, scared little girl tucked away in the corner; waiting for someone to love her. I took a deep breath and backed away.

I left Bambi on the floor of her
Madam’s
bathroom, with her heart shattered.

Next to mine.