Kylie Bray (Love, Hate and Billions)

At this second, with Vincent's hands around my neck, his throbbing cock against my stomach, I see the foolish waste of thoughts. I learn the meaningless words of promises.

In the front of B-Street downtown Seattle, I, Kylie Bray watch the man that I am destined to love forever, come alive with the idea of killing me.

And even though I am with Storm, time can't heal wounds.

My voice, finally given back to me as he releases his fingers from around my neck, twisting it through my hair.

For once, the words I need to say, the questions in my mind, come out, as I ask, “What is it that draws me to you, why can't I say no, what is this?”

His grip on my hair tightens as he slays me with just one word, “Obsession.”

Breathing becomes difficult as his eyes stare so deeply into my own. I have dreamed of this night for so long. I have imagined how his hands would feel touching me. I have wanted Vincent to look at me the way he is looking at me now, with proprietorial lust.

ecstasy, but still, I

one obtains its

already know I am obsessed with him, and hearing him murmur

intoxicated voice utters my undoing,

what he does next shatters me. His skillful mouth

body burns with unadulterated lust of finally tasting what it has been

mouth, using my hair as leverage to lock

painful hold in my hair, while he lures me in with his masculine scent. This is the moment I have wanted, now that it's here I never

knowing that he will

me for the first time. When I think of that night, I think of the softness of his lips, the caress of his tongue. I think of his body and my body touching as my nipples hardened and my sex clenched with a blissful desire to have him completely mine. I remember thinking all these thoughts, forgetting who he was, forgetting why I was there in the first place. That night Vincent Stone

a while after that when I saw