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Pepper sighed and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, casually rubbing the bruise on her arm. The bruise left over from when Deacon had finally come home last night from walking out on her the night the computer system crashed. She could still remember how still he got, how his eyes blazed red when she quietly told him of what happened. He’d questioned her intently then, walking in circles around her in the office as she stood there and shook with fear, knowing herself to have failed her lover, and her boss. His voice got quieter and quieter, and finally he stood there staring at her as she crumpled to the floor in tears. But he never touched her. Not to punish her, not even to ease her crying. He just stared down at her, then turned and walked out of the room and the penthouse as she’d hid her face and sobbed. And he didn’t come home for days.
But she’d heard what he had done. Her phone rang again and again, her hand-picked team calling her frantically for help as he broke in to their homes or their apartments, and took care of the ones responsible for not calling her as soon as soon as the trouble started. She listened helplessly as they cried out for help, as they screamed and died. Their shrieks of terror and pain were nearly as loud as her lover’s torrents of laughter, at least it seemed that way from her end. And after the first few calls, she simply shut off her cell phone.
Deacon finally returned, late the night before, and she had just gotten out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body she was on her way to bed when from out of nowhere he was just – there. Staring at her from the doorway as she turned, startling her and drawing a cry of fright from her lips. He came at her then, with eyes so red they glowed. Pepper stood there, not protesting at all as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, shoving her down to her knees on the rug. She didn’t stop to think, her hands were already going to his belt buckle and his zipper, smoothing Deacon’s pants down over his hips and down over his knees. Pepper took him deeply into her mouth to suckle and lick. He’d pulled her towel off and his hands entwined into her hair, controlling her head and thrusting himself in deeply, fucking her mouth. Thrusting so hard she gagged a few times, choking on his size and his force.
From there she was pushed over on to her back for a time, then rolled onto her stomach, and then her back once more. Finally, he had wrung enough screams of pleasure from her lips that her voice was hoarse, her mouth dry. Her hair was matted, damp with sweat and her body was covered in a sheen of it. And she was marked as well. Marked by his fingers, holding her so tight he’d left bruises on her pale flesh. And marked by his fangs, with blood trickling from her throat, her breasts, even the inside of her thighs. Breathless, she laid there in a daze until he’d picked her up off the floor, setting her on the bed and licking sloppily at the wounds in her skin, wounds he’d made. Casually, Deacon then unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside before climbing into bed with her. Just as he shut off the light he rolled over and kissed her on the lips, nuzzling her cheek lightly as he pulled the sheets up over them. “Love you” was all he said, was all she heard as she passed out.
And tonight when she’d finally woken up he was gone again. Pepper had taken a shower, washing the blood and the sweat off her. Tonight she was going to try to wait up for him. She was going to stay up and read and… She yawned and looked at the clock. Nearly 3 AM. Pulling her bathrobe tighter around her she retied the belt, then lay back and rested her head on the pillow. On second thought Deacon could wake her when he got in.
But she’d heard what he had done. Her phone rang again and again, her hand-picked team calling her frantically for help as he broke in to their homes or their apartments, and took care of the ones responsible for not calling her as soon as soon as the trouble started. She listened helplessly as they cried out for help, as they screamed and died. Their shrieks of terror and pain were nearly as loud as her lover’s torrents of laughter, at least it seemed that way from her end. And after the first few calls, she simply shut off her cell phone.
Deacon finally returned, late the night before, and she had just gotten out of the shower. With one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body she was on her way to bed when from out of nowhere he was just – there. Staring at her from the doorway as she turned, startling her and drawing a cry of fright from her lips. He came at her then, with eyes so red they glowed. Pepper stood there, not protesting at all as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, shoving her down to her knees on the rug. She didn’t stop to think, her hands were already going to his belt buckle and his zipper, smoothing Deacon’s pants down over his hips and down over his knees. Pepper took him deeply into her mouth to suckle and lick. He’d pulled her towel off and his hands entwined into her hair, controlling her head and thrusting himself in deeply, fucking her mouth. Thrusting so hard she gagged a few times, choking on his size and his force.
From there she was pushed over on to her back for a time, then rolled onto her stomach, and then her back once more. Finally, he had wrung enough screams of pleasure from her lips that her voice was hoarse, her mouth dry. Her hair was matted, damp with sweat and her body was covered in a sheen of it. And she was marked as well. Marked by his fingers, holding her so tight he’d left bruises on her pale flesh. And marked by his fangs, with blood trickling from her throat, her breasts, even the inside of her thighs. Breathless, she laid there in a daze until he’d picked her up off the floor, setting her on the bed and licking sloppily at the wounds in her skin, wounds he’d made. Casually, Deacon then unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside before climbing into bed with her. Just as he shut off the light he rolled over and kissed her on the lips, nuzzling her cheek lightly as he pulled the sheets up over them. “Love you” was all he said, was all she heard as she passed out.
And tonight when she’d finally woken up he was gone again. Pepper had taken a shower, washing the blood and the sweat off her. Tonight she was going to try to wait up for him. She was going to stay up and read and… She yawned and looked at the clock. Nearly 3 AM. Pulling her bathrobe tighter around her she retied the belt, then lay back and rested her head on the pillow. On second thought Deacon could wake her when he got in.
