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St. Vincent I
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Blue had been staring into her coffee cup for quite some time. It had been days since she’d last seen Vincent. The numbness that had spread from her chest to her fingertips made her consider whether she was suffering withdrawal. Her breakfast had no taste. Making sense of the words neatly printed in her current read was an impossible task. The television had bored her. She’d grown tired of watching cars pass in the street. Yet she found joy in the rippling of her tea as someone shuffled about upstairs. Wondered if Vincent saw the same light rolling and breaking on the surface of her stained water in his shaving basin. Whether he hadn’t the mind to look.
As her maid mounted the first step of the staircase, she watched the woman buckle in place. Turn to face her in her peripheral. Finally, Blue felt her curiosity ignite, her minute enthusiasm so foreign. Glancing up, she met Anya’s gaze. Smiled a small that stopped just short of her eyes. Lost her inter
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“No.” Anya snapped, hands clutching the purse in her lap. It was the first time she had addressed the man like she’d known him. “You should have let me handle it.” “I didn’t think you knew about Richard,” “Of course, I knew about Richard, you stupid boy,” Suddenly, she was fighting the urge to club the man over the head with her wallet. Though she knew he’d likely laugh at her. “No mother wants to believe their only son could rape and beat a girl half to death, Vincent.” The man’s face firmed. Eyes cooling so slightly as he straightened in his seat. The mere thought of college alone was enough to strike a cold, primal fear in his gut. The schoolboy Richard who used women as he pleased—the man he had once called a friend. “I took up a second job there as soon as I could, if you just had some patience-” “You could have told me-” “You didn’t try to contact you
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Blue hadn’t so much as glanced from her meal since Vincent sat. Late. Though he struggled to fathom what he would say if she had. Would he dare to ask whether her shoulder had bruised from colliding with a doorway? If he had been right in assuming Richard had been the cause of the gash in her cheek? The scrapings on her elbow he’d gotten a better look at as she slept? Or had she suddenly become exceptionally clumsy? He suspected the man had a part at least in the fact she had become rather entertained by stirring her soup. And as she excused herself for the bathroom, he got the feeling she had hoped he would follow. Though meeting her fiancé’s gaze warned him otherwise. So, he sat quietly. — She had hoped she would run into Vincent on her third loop of the hallways. If only for him to smile at her in passing. Somehow, she had liked Richard better when he was forcing himself on her.
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She mumbled solemnly. Stared into their twisted hands. Watched his thumbs brush hers absently. His cock straining his trousers. Shallow breaths working his buttoned blouse. “You’ve filed already?” “No.” Her gaze refused his. “Are you going to?” “Richard will work on me until I do—it’s so much more satisfying for him if it’s me to do it,” Finally, her eyes met his. “I told him we’d married during our first fight.” “He hit you because of that?” he looked as solemn as he ever had. Somehow mourning the misfortune of his wife more than he had the fact he was on the very brink of jail time. Again. Yet she smiled. A small, wry smile. “No.” Searched his eyes. “I said he has a god-complex and a tiny dick,” Before he could think any better of it, Vincent took the woman’s face between his two hands. Watched her smile fall. Breathed her anti
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Her skirt was over her stomach in a matter of seconds, underwear kicked beneath the bed. Heart racing, fingertips beating in the tips of her fingers curled up into her palms, Blue spread her legs with no further instruction. Released a long, shaky breath as her husband hooked her legs over his shoulders and breathed into the inside of her thigh. But she stared at the roof. Watched the shadow cast by the lamp behind him loom over her, growing in size as he neared. And all she could feel was his hot, damp exhale fanning her center; his opened mouth quick to follow. “I still can’t believe I’m your wife.” She grumbled the words quietly, arching her back as his lips closed around her and his teeth grazed her labia. “I’m a lucky man.” He grumbled back, his voice twisting through her and carrying its echo deep into her stomach. “I can’t believe that you were so adamant you never wanted to see me again after your birthday party and now you’ve got your pussy i
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“Are you joking?” He had his wife’s face in his hands again, staring between her narrowed eyes with a look of expectation now not quite as well-hidden. “You actually went to the police?”“Of course, I did, all the love I had left for him went when I found out how much my mom actually cares.” She looked like she’d thought it rather obvious. Despite the fact she’d been defending him for so long. “He could be sentenced to death, and I’ll be happy to do it.”“You don’t mean that,” he’d released her, sitting back on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees. But she’d rocked forward. Wrapped her fingers through the sides of his hair. Met his eyes with a stare he wasn’t quite so daffy to break.“He told me it was my own fault Richard hurt me.”“But Richard’
