(A/N: There is A LOT of DESCRIPTIVE SEX in this chapter between Chaz and Cherie.
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You can skip the chapter completely, but you will miss important information.
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If you are disappointed or did not expect this, I would like for you to give the tags a second read and please note that "sex" is one of them.
I was hoping that would be a bit of a forewarning.
I am telling you now, not much is left out in these scenes.
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And yes, there will be sex scenes, and warnings, in future chapters.)
I was sitting in bed, in just my panties and my shirt. Chaz brought in a tray of food, and a glass of orange juice. He also had a thermal cup in his free hand. He set the tray on my lap. “Bon appetite.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” He slid his legs under the covers, then sipped the orange juice and set it back down on the tray. Then he started sipping whatever was in the thermal. I picked at the food, didn’t eat any. And it was quiet for a moment.
“Chaz.” I whispered, staring at wall ahead. “Have you ever thought about dying?”
He looked at me, nodded. “Yeah, but not much.” he admitted.
“I think about it a lot. I pray for it sometimes. Just let that driver not pay attention for one second. Just let me get away. I was never afraid of it. It was another escape. It was the ultimate escape.” I breathed.
“A lot of people, they don’t think it’s real. A parent would never hit their child. That’s impossible. And I have so much proof of it. I’ve been bruised so many times. They don’t understand that no matter how much you beg for them to stop, no matter how much you cry or how much you bleed, that it doesn’t help. They always want more, because in their mind you’ve always done something wrong.
No matter how perfect you try to be, no matter if you grovel at their feet and do everything they ask you, even if it’s stealing, they still find some reason to beat you. It’s always your fault, even if you don’t know about it. They don’t care if you’re sleeping, if you’re starving half the time, if there’s no water for you to bathe in or drink.” My voice was so distant now.
“As long as they have their booze or drugs. And you wonder why they keep you around in the first place, why they don’t let you leave. And then you realize-” Tears started rolling silently down my cheeks. “It’s because they want someone to torture. And they know you’re too scared to fight them or try to run.
It’s so humiliating, going to school and seeing all the looks of pity. Telling people you tripped on the stairs. The same excuses over and over. And then when you do tell someone the truth, when you plead for someone’s help, they tell you there’s nothing they can do.
So you start to believe it’s not that bad, that it could be worse. Until you realize that it could be a lot better. Hurt is hurt. And it doesn’t even stop at the beatings. ‘You’re such a stupid and ugly girl’, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’, ‘You smell like garbage’, ‘You’re a skinny little twit.” You’ll lay in bed imagining yourself being killed. Wondering if you should just do it yourself. You’ll try to think of the things you could do better, how you can make them love you.
I knew running away in Vegas was suicide. That’s why I was so set on it. I wanted to die.”
Chaz stared at me, and I kept looking at the wall. Until he took my face gently and turned my head to look at him. “Cherie,” he whispered. “It’s over. It’s never going to happen again. Do you understand? They are never going to hurt you again.”
I sobbed and shook my head. “Please. Don’t promise me that. You can’t-”
“I can.” he breathed. “I can make sure they don’t.”
“Chaz.” I breathed in a shaky voice. “Chaz, I can’t anymore. I don’t have the strength to do it anymore. I can’t take another beating. I can’t.”
He grabbed the tray and moved it aside, then pulled me into his arms. “No more.” he promised. “I will protect you. Not one more.”
I cried into his shirt, for the second time that day. “Please.” I begged. “Please help me.”
He pulled me onto his lap and rocked me. “I’m here. I’ll help you. I’ll save you.”
“Please, please.” I kept whispering, wishing for the pain to go. My fingers sunk into his back, the nails digging into skin, and I felt so helpless. Even though he promised to save me, I felt like there was no way out. If there had been…wouldn’t someone have saved me by now?
I told him I’d gone down for a snack, told him I could use the walk and I’d be back in a moment. He’d yawned sleepily and nodded, too tired to argue. But instead I headed for the entrance of the hotel. He couldn’t save me, and I didn’t want to go back.
I didn’t realize he kept his promises. He was standing there, waiting. “No.” he whispered.
I swallowed and braced my shoulders. “Move.” I said in a raspy voice. “I’m going.”
He was suddenly right in front of me. He pressed his lips to mine, and backed me against the nearest wall.
“Hey!” The receptionist called. “Take it upstairs. I’m trying to run a business here.”
He picked me up, sweeping me into his arms, and walked out of the front room, then quickly had us up the stairs and at his bedroom door. Luckily, he’d gotten a room for himself when he arrived.
Once inside, he set me on my feet, and pressed me against the wall, his mouth on mine. Forgetting myself, and realizing my hormones, I kissed him back. He ran his hands under my shirt and rubbed them over my breasts. I moaned, and he pulled his mouth back, biting my bottom lip.
He became anxious to get clothes off. He pulled his hands out of my top and started desperately unbuttoning it then pulled it off my shoulders quickly. His mouth went down, covering my breast, and I gasped. He seemed to be impatient, and it wasn’t long before he was carrying me to the bed.
He laid me down and crawled over me, kissed me again. “Cherie.” he breathed. “Oh God.” His hands went down my sides, like he was enjoying each and every curve and every bit of flesh. Like he wanted to take me more than anything in the world. He grabbed the band of my panties and pulled them down, kissed my thighs and legs as he worked them down and off my ankles.
I caught my breath, and started to remember my ulterior motive. I was trying to get away, I was trying to die. And he was stopping me. He came back over me, and I pushed at his chest. “No, don’t.” I whispered. “Let me leave.”
“I can’t.” he breathed.
“Please.” I whispered.
“No.” he murmured, and began pushing his briefs down his hips.
“Chaz, I have to leave.”
“Cherie,” he murmured. “Please stay with me, just tonight. Please stay. I need you.” He looked down into my eyes, and I could see need, but I didn’t trust it.
“Chaz no-” But he pushed into me, making me jerk. After all, what do you really expect from a vampire?
I moaned, in complaint. “Don’t.” I whispered.
But he moved in me anyway, taking my left leg and wrapping it around his waist. I didn’t resist as he pushed deeper. I understood that I was confused from all the hurt, and that right now he probably did know what I wanted better than I did.
His mouth came to mine, and I kissed him back, let his tongue lick and explore my mouth as he moved against me and inside of me. When my hands gently pushed at his chest, still trying to refuse, he gently took them and pulled them over my head. And I couldn’t remember anymore why I was trying to stop this.
“Chaz.” I breathed against his mouth.
I felt him smile against my lips, knowing that I was finally done resisting. “Cherie.” he whispered back.
I couldn’t believe I’d already forgotten how cocky he was. It took me a moment to remind myself that Chaz was still an asshole, even if he did have a nice side. And he was definitely one of those guys who were really cocky after sex.
Because the following morning there was an annoying grin on his face and it was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. Then I rolled them and turned away, pressing my face into the pillow. “Vampires.” I muttered. There were certain things you had to expect from them.
Passion, vengeance, cockiness, bossy instincts, know-it-all syndrome, serious sex addiction, and of course the whole wanting to drink your blood thing.
Even though we were married, I felt dirty. But that was sex with a vampire for you. I was sleeping with the enemy, technically. I had the bite marks to prove it.
The prey sleeping with the hunter. I felt a little disgust, but it didn’t last long because at the same time I was very satisfied. And then that thought made me disgusted with myself…again. I just didn’t know what to think about him.
“Good morning.” he whispered in my ear, and ran a hand over my back. It was kind of weird, being the bottom of the food chain, or once the bottom of the food chain, and laying in bed with the most popular guy in school. Whom I’d had sex with. Again.
A vampire and a human, the popular guy and the nerd, the bad boy and the good girl, married. To each other. It was kind of difficult to wrap my head around. I guess life really is full of surprises. Which was new to me, because for eighteen years I had known exactly what was coming. I’d known every day for a long time that I was going to be abused and beaten and hurt.
He turned me onto my back, then rested his head on his hand, looking down at me. “Quit doing that.” he murmured.
“What?” I asked, confused now.
“Thinking.” he replied and leaned his mouth down to kiss me.
Hesitant, I kissed him back. Then put my hand on his chest as a gesture for him to move back. “Free country.” I murmured.
“Let’s get a shower.” he suggested.
“I’m kind of scared.” I admitted.
He gave me a look. “Why? Am I that good?”
“No, because if you decide to drink my blood while we’re in there it will be easy to clean up the mess.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s not funny.”
“No sense of humor.” I muttered.
“Shower sex, now.” he replied, pulling me out of bed, making me follow him into the bathroom. He turned on the water, measured the temperature, then pushed me under the stream.
“Shit!” I muttered, reaching for the handle. “That’s hot.”
He grabbed my hand before I could turn it down and smiled at me. “I like it that way.”
“Go figure.” I muttered. “A vampire that likes the heat.”
He shut the glass door- which just went to prove how nice of a hotel this was- and turned me away from him, and started running a rag down my back. He moved my wet hair aside and got the rag soapy. He washed my back, making me close my eyes, liking the feel of it, even if the water was burning my skin.
When he sneakily slipped a finger inside me, I gasped and jumped. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back against his chest, moving his finger in and out. I laid my head back on his shoulder, appreciating the feeling now.
Maybe I didn’t trust him, and maybe I didn’t like him all that much, but I liked sex from him. And I didn’t care if that was slutty. He was really, really good at it. I’d come here for careless sex anyway. I just happened to be married to the guy I was having it with.
He pulled his hand away and moved me forward, pressing me face first against the shower wall, and slid his hands down the top of my arms then laced his fingers through mine, his palms against the backs of my hands. Then moving my hands with his, he took my hips and pulled them back, slipping inside of me.
He slowly moved them up and pressed them against the wall then moved in me, and I shuddered as he took complete control. Not that there was much other choice, I was still new to sex and still learning. It would be awhile before I learned to take a little control. Not that vampires probably didn’t like having complete control, considering how bossy they were.
His breath was right in my ear as he moved in me, getting a little faster and a little bit harder with each stroke. I had to eventually spread my legs to keep better balance, and he moved deeper into me in turn, and I gasped and nearly doubled over when he hit a sore spot.
But he didn’t stop, and kept going, and eventually I wasn’t sore, or couldn‘t feel it. I could barely move, the way he had me pinned against the wall. I felt like I had no choice but to hold on and let him do as he pleased. And for some reason, that thought sent a chill through me and turned me on even more than I already was.
I suddenly had the urge to roll play and start calling him “master” or something. And that thought sent another chill through me, just as he stroked in and I gasped.
I moaned, and to my complete embarrassment, heard “Master” come out of my mouth.
He chuckled. “What did you call me?” he asked, stroking in again, harder.
I bit my lip.
“Say it again.” he murmured, hitting a certain spot that made my knees nearly buckle. When he felt my reaction he hit it again, and my hips jerked. “Come on, say it.” he breathed into my ear. “Slave.”
That shouldn’t have made me whimper, I thought, but it really, really turned me on. “Master.” I whispered, hoping he would call me that again.
He smiled. “I like that. I think it’s time for you to come…slave.” His hips shoved up as he said it, and I let out a cry of pleasure, and leaned into the wall as he began pounding into me. I was breathing, “master” over and over, louder and louder until something hit me and I arched my chest, my toes curling and my hands balling to fists. I felt something very warm pour inside of me.
Then I went limp, falling against him, and he steadied me, then pulled out of me and slowly lowered me until we were both sitting at the bottom of the shower. “I can’t see.” I murmured.
He laughed. “Try opening your eyes.”
“Can’t.” I mumbled. I blushed then, remembering what I had just been screaming out. “I can’t believe I called you that.”
“I liked it.” he whispered.
“I bet you did.” I mumbled. “You love being in charge.”
“Yes I do.” he admitted. “And I think you like it.”
“Maybe during sex.” I said under my breath.
“Let’s get dressed and go downstairs. I want to brag to my friends about the incredible sex we just had.”
“Okay. If you want them thinking of your wife that way, go ahead.”
He paused. “I didn’t think about that.”
“And you call yourself a man. I mean, what do you think of the girls they tell you about?”
“Okay, let’s go downstairs so I can be really cocky.” he rephrased.
“Okay.” I said and pulled myself up, then walked out of the shower, dripping wet. I walked towards the bedroom door.
But he was suddenly in front of it. “You think you might want to put some clothes on?” he inquired.
“Your friends are going to be picturing me naked anyway.” I muttered.
He rolled his eyes. “Alright, point taken.” He pointed me to step away from the door. “Go get dressed. Now.”
“Sir yes sir.” I muttered back, instead of hitting him like I wanted. But sadly I had no energy to get into a fist fight with him. I still didn’t like him, even if he did make me orgasm at his will. God, I was getting turned on again. You’ve had enough, I told myself. Because if I showed him that, he wouldn’t hesitate. Vampires could never get enough sex.
“Sleep.” I murmured, crawling under the covers.
“You just slept twelve hours.”
“It seems like we just had sex for fourteen hours. Isn’t it nighttime yet?” I asked, feeling exhaustion.
“Maybe we should leave Vegas early.” he murmured, not as a threat, but more to himself. “I could take you home so you could rest.”
I froze completely. “You sonofabitch. Is that supposed to be funny?” I snapped.
He was on the bed in front of me before I blinked. “No.” He replied, looking confused. “But you are new to sex and you need your rest.”
“I said I wasn’t going back to that house!” I yelled, feeling another crying session beginning.
“Cherie! Calm down!” he breathed, pulling me into his arms. “When I said home I meant your new home. Our house. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you would think I meant that…place. I’d burn it down before ever letting you return there.” he promised. “If you want to rest I thought you should do it where you won’t be disturbed, at our home.”
I tucked my face against his chest. “I’m sorry. I just keep expecting you to turn into this monster that everyone has betrayed you as. You’re the school’s bad ass. I can’t help being suspicious.”
“That and you have eighteen years of torment. Of course you would be suspicious. I understand. I don’t expect you to be over it in one night. It will take time before you really trust again. I’m the one who is sorry. Let me take you to our home.”
“I don’t want to leave Vegas.”
“I said you will never see them again. I do not break my promises.” he replied, his voice final. “I’m taking you to our home. You sleep now. I’ll pack our things.”
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