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lecherous lust turned my insides into moldy jelly. I maneuvered my purse onto my lap.
“Take me home, Jackson.” Dixon’s voice was low and hollow, devoid of light.
I assumed Jackson must be the driver, but I was momentarily struck stupid when I saw he had a chauffeur. I peered at Dixon with my third eye and noticed his aura spat crazy colors and emitted low level sparks, angry reds and oranges swirled with jet black. I should have checked sooner, but for once I’d just wanted a normal night out.
“Take me home, please,” I said in a calm, cool voice.
Dixon didn’t even acknowledge my existence. His emotional aura was all over the map, and his pulsing rage dominated the small space. He was in a void of his own hatred.
My ears rang and my vision blurred at the rank potency he unleashed since we’d gotten in the car. He clenched his fists and bunched them at his sides—his eyes wild and mean.
“Jackson, can you take me home please? I live at 699 Broadway—”
“No.” Dixon gritted out as he slid up the privacy screen in the town car.
Okay, Cordelia. Don’t panic. Stay focused and try to pull the hate into yourself and see if you can calm him to rational levels. “Dixon, is there anything I can do to help you?”
He turned his head to look at me. Then he reached over, grabbed my hand, and thrust it onto his cock. “Yes, bitch. You can suck me. Right now.”
I was appalled at his bold and menacing words. Was this how he normally treated women? When I’d first met him, he’d seemed so normal and nice. How’d he flip so fast?
“I don’t want to.” The defiance was out of my mouth faster than I could think better of how my refusal might incense him.
He flew out of his seat, covered my mouth with his hand, and pressed me into the leather with all his weight on top of me.
“I don’t care what you want, slut. I saw you with that prick in the alley, your short skirt up, and your pussy full as he pounded into you. You like sex rough. You will do whatever I tell you to do, and right now, I want your fucking mouth.” He leaned in close and licked my cheek, making me squirm.
“That wasn’t—”
“I said to shut up, bitch.”
“But—” I bit his hand, trying to remember if Delia had gotten loose and done something I was now being held responsible for. Probably. There were a few memory gaps lately.
“The fuck—” he said as he released my mouth and backhanded me quick and fast. “Don’t make me take off my belt. Don’t ever fucking bite me again.”
My cheek throbbed and the corner of my eye ached. A whimper escaped my lips and shame roared through me. Shame that I didn’t know how to deal with this human man on my own, or maybe I was afraid to.
Some empaths have heightened strength and others are preternaturally fast. So far, the only abilities I’d manifested in my life were filtering emotions and giving back the opposite in return. My tears caused rain, and occasionally, I lit things on fire. None of those seemed a good idea at present. I lacked the fine control over my elemental abilities, though, I hoped I gained control soon. I needed to practice.
My darker side simmered with fire, rage, and consumed the sinister and raw pain of others without filtering them into light. She used them to fuel her own dismal outlook on the world and life in general. She was the ultimate cynic, and I suffered the backlash of all her pent up aggression and anger issues. She made me anxious.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, the scents wafting from his fingers an aphrodisiac to my darker nature. Delia stirred in me, but I held her off. If I unleashed her now, trouble would ensue.
For now, I’d bide my time. I’d allow him to think he commanded the situation. Then I’d make my move. I just wasn’t sure what my move would be yet.
We pulled into a darkened parking garage, and Dixon held my wrist firmly, pulling me from the car, my purse strap wrapped around my other arm so I didn't lose it. My mind
“Take me home, Jackson.” Dixon’s voice was low and hollow, devoid of light.
I assumed Jackson must be the driver, but I was momentarily struck stupid when I saw he had a chauffeur. I peered at Dixon with my third eye and noticed his aura spat crazy colors and emitted low level sparks, angry reds and oranges swirled with jet black. I should have checked sooner, but for once I’d just wanted a normal night out.
“Take me home, please,” I said in a calm, cool voice.
Dixon didn’t even acknowledge my existence. His emotional aura was all over the map, and his pulsing rage dominated the small space. He was in a void of his own hatred.
My ears rang and my vision blurred at the rank potency he unleashed since we’d gotten in the car. He clenched his fists and bunched them at his sides—his eyes wild and mean.
“Jackson, can you take me home please? I live at 699 Broadway—”
“No.” Dixon gritted out as he slid up the privacy screen in the town car.
Okay, Cordelia. Don’t panic. Stay focused and try to pull the hate into yourself and see if you can calm him to rational levels. “Dixon, is there anything I can do to help you?”
He turned his head to look at me. Then he reached over, grabbed my hand, and thrust it onto his cock. “Yes, bitch. You can suck me. Right now.”
I was appalled at his bold and menacing words. Was this how he normally treated women? When I’d first met him, he’d seemed so normal and nice. How’d he flip so fast?
“I don’t want to.” The defiance was out of my mouth faster than I could think better of how my refusal might incense him.
He flew out of his seat, covered my mouth with his hand, and pressed me into the leather with all his weight on top of me.
“I don’t care what you want, slut. I saw you with that prick in the alley, your short skirt up, and your pussy full as he pounded into you. You like sex rough. You will do whatever I tell you to do, and right now, I want your fucking mouth.” He leaned in close and licked my cheek, making me squirm.
“That wasn’t—”
“I said to shut up, bitch.”
“But—” I bit his hand, trying to remember if Delia had gotten loose and done something I was now being held responsible for. Probably. There were a few memory gaps lately.
“The fuck—” he said as he released my mouth and backhanded me quick and fast. “Don’t make me take off my belt. Don’t ever fucking bite me again.”
My cheek throbbed and the corner of my eye ached. A whimper escaped my lips and shame roared through me. Shame that I didn’t know how to deal with this human man on my own, or maybe I was afraid to.
Some empaths have heightened strength and others are preternaturally fast. So far, the only abilities I’d manifested in my life were filtering emotions and giving back the opposite in return. My tears caused rain, and occasionally, I lit things on fire. None of those seemed a good idea at present. I lacked the fine control over my elemental abilities, though, I hoped I gained control soon. I needed to practice.
My darker side simmered with fire, rage, and consumed the sinister and raw pain of others without filtering them into light. She used them to fuel her own dismal outlook on the world and life in general. She was the ultimate cynic, and I suffered the backlash of all her pent up aggression and anger issues. She made me anxious.
I closed my eyes and inhaled, the scents wafting from his fingers an aphrodisiac to my darker nature. Delia stirred in me, but I held her off. If I unleashed her now, trouble would ensue.
For now, I’d bide my time. I’d allow him to think he commanded the situation. Then I’d make my move. I just wasn’t sure what my move would be yet.
We pulled into a darkened parking garage, and Dixon held my wrist firmly, pulling me from the car, my purse strap wrapped around my other arm so I didn't lose it. My mind
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