VLAD (Noir MC Book 2)

by Celia Crown

  It was fine, she liked to hear Honey talk. It gave her a sense that her sister was happy and making the best memories in school.

  Her golden hair would bounce when she chirped excitedly about a boy challenging Maxine in an arm-wrestling match and how she won with a triumph warrior cry of victory.

  Mavis remembers the day Maxine had to move away. The revolting part of her was glad that she can have Honey to herself again, but the compassionate side of her mind scolds angrily at her for being such a detestable child.

  The bullies never went near Honey again after she stood up for herself, but Mavis had never been the lucky one and she became the sole target of their taunts.

  She kept the tormenting events to herself.

  On the day of passing out report cards, Honey received excellent grades, so did Mavis. She kept her papers under her pillow and felt that it was unnecessary to share such trivial accomplishments to her brother because he was too ecstatic for Honey.

  Time went on, she was getting used to being left alone.

  Spring marked her tenth year in hell, summer came with unforgivable heat, autumn left a bitter taste of pumpkin spices, and winter stayed with a vengeance.

  Her brother died on the slippery road of December snow.

  Honey cried, but Mavis did not.

  It seemed that her body gave up on fighting at her brother’s funeral. She woke up at the hospital with her sister balling her eyes out.

  Mavis was numb when she was discharged from the hospital, she was numb when they were put into the same foster care after their parents lost custody of them, and she was numb when she met Brenda.

  The older woman adopted them at ten years old, along with Laura who was only fourteen at the time.

  Growing up in a dysfunctional family built many layers of protective iron walls around her.

  Brenda, her new mother, was patient and supportive.

  Laura, her new sister, was kind and encouraging.

  Honey, her other half, was joyous and spirited.

  Mavis doesn’t know where or how her life would proceed with this new chapter of her life. It was not long before the nagging devil on her shoulder screeched in laughter that Brenda would throw her back into foster care and keep Honey.

  Insecurity chewed on her self-worth; she did everything with caution, spoke with more respectable maturity than any child should, and she prayed day after day that she wouldn’t be abandoned.

  Her little heart—crudely stitched and band-aided—hoped that she was good enough for Brenda to keep.

  The devil laughed with animosity again.

  Defected, her brother had said.

  She believed it, and she ate up the insult with broken sobs.

  Time passed on, Mavis was never out of line. Kept to herself at school and at Brenda’s house. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop and send her packing to the foster home again.

  That never happened.

  Brenda loved her unconditionally, she took care of Mavis more than her own mother did. Mavis had a difficult time believing her; whether it was because she didn’t understand why the woman loved her or what exactly love was.

  Mavis strived for the best as she slowly came to accept Brenda as her mom. She excelled in grades and went home to Brenda’s affectionate smiles.

  “You put so much effort in school, keep trying your hardest and doing your best. I’m so proud of you.”

  It was the first time she felt accepted.

  She didn’t want that feeling to end so she studied and learned so much that prestigious high schools called for her, and Ivy League universities offered full scholarships.

  “You don’t have to keep everything in, come talk to me.” Laura had told her on a sunny day of high school.

  “I’m also your sister now, I’ll always be here to let your snot cling to my hair.”

  Laura was weird, but she did take on the older girl’s offer with wary. From time to time, Mavis would just talk to her about anything and everything.

  It took a while, but she began to understand that there were people she could count on.

  “I love you. You’ll always have me.” Honey told her that.

  Every day Honey would remind her. Mavis knew the definition of love, but she never felt love, so she doesn’t have the sentimental value for that emotion.

  “I love you too.” Mavis would say back, even when she felt it was a disgrace to not mean it in a way her sister wanted.

  Mavis was fond of Brenda and Laura, loved Honey, but the idea was foreign to her. She knew it was love, but understanding it never connected with her.

  Years went on, she decided that she had to put herself first. She needed to stop living for others because it was the only way for Mavis to accept herself despite flaws and insecurities.

  “You’re important,” Mavis told herself one day.

  She believed it.

  Chapter Eight

  Mavis

  She’s scared to look at Vlad.

  With such ugly emotional baggage, she doesn’t want to see the pity in his eyes.

  Was it a mistake to tell him about her traumatic childhood?

  It felt good to let the burden out, like a part of her is finally free.

  There was a time where she felt that she doesn’t care what other people thought of her; politicians see her as a tool to further their campaign, businesses view her as a money tree, and people see her as a gifted child with everything an ordinary person would want.

  Having Vlad think of her like that frightens her, she wants him to see her as Mavis. Not brilliant biochemist or the emotionally stunted little girl.

  Her jaw is cupped by his large callous hand and he turns her to face him. Dark eyes void of judgment and a comforting gesture of his thumb rubbing her jaw keeps her mind from spiraling into doubt.

  He smiles, “You’re brave.”

  Mavis bit her lips; her breathing becomes pensive and soft. Steady thumps of her fluttering heart can be heard from her ears as she finds the little specks of his dark eyes mesmerizing.

  The gentle hand of a rugged man tucks a stray of black hair behind her ear as she’s overwhelmed in his dark scent. His big hands cupping her face with a light and firm touch that has her tilting her lips to his.

  He’s waiting, she catches on with a sluggish brain.

  Vlad is waiting for her to give permission, to set her own pace for him to follow.

  She has never kissed anyone before, on the lips anyway. She only kissed her family and gratuitous pecks on Jennifer for being an amazing boss, but she’s never felt lips.

  She kisses him. His lips are soft, the hair littering on his strong jaw feels surprisingly good on her skin. It’s not as coarse as it looks, but it has some roughness to it.

  Other than pressing her lips to his, she didn’t know what else can she do as her inexperience pulls her back away from him. She slowly leans in again, tilting her head with his hand guiding her movement from her neck.

  His own desire leaking in their innocent kiss as he presses more firmly on her lips. She breaks the kiss again but couldn’t stray too far as she drops another kiss to his reddened lips.

  He chases after her with a flick of tongue when she moves back for air, eyes opening to see his own close with an intense fervor to taste every part of her mouth with his wicked tongue slipping and coiling around hers.

  It’s frightening how easily she relinquished her control to him.

  She doesn’t regret it when he changes position to tug her down on the bed, the blanket is forgotten on the side as he nips her bottom lip.

  Heat blooms on her cheeks as his arms cage her smaller body under his, his naked chest is a weight she welcomes on her body as he hovers over her protectively.

  She feels his lips sucking on her delicate neck, biting the tender flesh with little nibbles and scrapes of teeth that has her tilting her head to give him more room. She whimpers when he bit harder to stamp his mark on her, he gives her a wet swipe of tongue to sooth the thro
bbing tingles.

  The scratchy material of her sweater is uncomfortable on her heated skin, she feels too warm and too constricted. He senses her discomfort and slips his cool hand under the knitted fabric, caressing her smooth waist with a cooling palm that has her sighing.

  “Off,” she whines softly for his attention.

  He gives it to her through a bruising kiss before forcing himself away from her plump lips, she helps him tug off the sweater over her head. Leaving her half-naked on the bed with his gaze taking in her teal bra and pink panties.

  If she knew this would happen, she would’ve worn something sexier and matching. She must look like a hot mess of carnival cotton candy, she feels her face burn with embarrassment that extends down to her shuddering chest.

  His eyes darken.

  Mavis feels his hands on her body, touching every part with the same intensity of his biting lips on her neck. She tangles her fingers in his hair and tugs the soft strands to get him to kiss her again, she’s addicted to his taste that a dirty kiss can make her thighs tremble.

  He takes one hand and shoves it underneath her back, unclasping her bra and flinging it down the bed. Unconcerned with where it ended up, Mavis moans as his fingers dig into her spongy tits with a groan.

  “Mine,” he growls, lips sucking at one of the rosy buds.

  She pulls his hair, moisture wetting her panties, his tongue twirling her nipple sends electric thrills down to her clit. He pinches the neglected nipple, rolling the bud firmly between his fingers.

  Her hips twitch as moans spill from her lips.

  Vlad lets go of the hardened nipple and trace his warm hands down her waist and come to a stop on the waistband. He snaps the elastic, her hips raising to move the speed faster. He stops, eyes holding in the wild animal by the fracturing leash.

  “Tell me you want this.”

  This unknown courage and bravery comes from his craving for her, and she feels beautiful.

  Vlad wants her. A man with rough edges and a demanding voice wants a girl who has been rejected for most of her life, Mavis is beginning to understand why Honey is happier with Kane.

  She blushes at his stare, “I want you.”

  It’s the consent he needs as he pulls the soaked fabric away. Her face burns hotly when she feels the underwear clinging on her pussy, juices smearing messily across her slits as her clit throbs. She closes her legs shyly, eyes darting away as he tosses the panties somewhere.

  Her thighs are pried open by his strong hands as cool air hits her dewy pussy, she shrinks back into the bed while his unwavering dark eyes take in all the details of her pulsing pussy, committing her feminine scent to memory as he lays between her opened legs.

  Her little engorged clit peeks out from the hood, like a forbidden fruit waiting for him to ripen with his tongue and taste with his lips.

  “Don’t look,” she whimpers with her legs trying to close around his head.

  Vlad purrs deep in his chest, eyes meeting her clouded blue ones. “I will not only look, but I will spread your pussy with my tongue and make you cum on my fingers.”

  She cries as he licks a long strip up from her puckering hole to aching clit, his tongue is hot and strong when he skims her clit teasingly. He closes his lips around the nub and sucks tightly with constant drags from the tip of his tongue.

  Her hands fly to his hair, thighs trembling as her toes spasm in pleasure. She cries, nipples pulling taut in the air as she rocks into his face.

  He removes his hands from her shaking thighs and uses his thumbs to spread her pussy, ogling at her parted folds while tracing the small opening with his eyes.

  Mavis squirms at his gaze, a droplet slips out of her empty cunt which he greedily laps into his mouth. She squeals loudly as he roughly shoves his tongue into her virgin pussy, tight muscles clenching at the intrusion as his nose nudge the abandoned clit, she clamps her legs around his head as a burst of euphoria wrecks her body.

  Her hips are thrashing wildly, he drops a heavy arm on her pelvis which prevents her from grinding her pussy on his face.

  Mavis wants to, she wants more of him.

  His free hand rubs her sodden clit in rapid circles that pushes her to the edge, just enough to balance her not to fall into blinding pleasure just yet. She cries his name, hands pushing and pulling his hair as she doesn’t know what she needs to do for him to give her more.

  The tip of his finger circles the twitching hole as her eyes fly open when it slips in with surprising ease. Her walls grip on the digit tightly as foreign feeling in her tummy tells her that she doesn’t like it.

  He moves out and thrust back in with a curl of his finger has her changing her mind immediately. She moans brokenly at the simulation; his relentless tongue on her clit and the second finger that joins in with a stretch.

  His fingers are thick, she’s having trouble breathing as he fucks her little pussy with fervor. Squelching sounds bouncing loudly in her ears, she would have covered her face in humiliation if it wasn’t for his mischievous fingers forcing words back down her throat.

  “Ah, Vlad—” she sobs softly, hands caught between ripping the bedsheets or tearing his luscious hair.

  “Daddy.”

  Mavis feels herself tense. Erratic heartbeats skyrocketed with dread settling down on her lower tummy. An accidental slip that has her whimpering in tears. She just had to ruin things when they’re taking a better turn.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, a hiccup tumbles out wetly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry—”

  Vlad purrs against her clit, never stopping his licking. “You’re fine, little girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.”

  He’s pumping and spreading his fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her mouth, and she’s gone with a strong suck on her puffy clit.

  Air leaves her lungs as she trembles with ecstasy, her pussy squeezing his long fingers as he flattens his tongue on her clit to drag her orgasm longer. Involuntary jerks of aftershock cover her pink skin as she looks at him dazedly, panting with difficulty.

  Vlad comes up to her, plushy thighs rubbing his muscled waist as he grinds the rough material of his briefs to her sensitive clit.

  “Oh,” her little mouth opens in shock.

  He’s big, and her cunt shudders at the thought of his cock stretching her open.

  Vlad slants his lips over hers, tongue curling around hers sensually as she whimpers.

  She tastes herself on his lips; it’s hot and dirty, he makes her head spin.

  “Feel that?” another graze on her wet clit sends her body into a frenzy.

  Idly grinding his clothed cock against her slits, he pins her beneath his strong bulk.

  Vlad smirks, dark and predatory. “I’m going to fuck you on my big cock, you’ll feel me splitting your little virgin cunt open, and you will take every inch of me. Then, I’m going to fuck you hard, make you cum on my cock, and I will come in your pussy. Nowhere else.”

  She nods drunkenly, eyes glazing over with intense desire.

  “This pussy is mine,” he emphasizes with a fierce thrust that has her mouthing his name.

  “Only I can touch you, only I can fuck your tight little cunt.”

  “Yours,” she echoes back.

  Vlad hisses, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he takes in her debauched face.

  “What’s that?”

  Mavis licks her lips and with docile eyes, she breathes. “Yours, daddy.”

  “I’m yours too.”

  Chapter Nine

  Vlad

  He’s an obsessed man.

  A disgustingly obsessed criminal tainting a pure and innocent little girl.

  He’s not even the slightest guilty.

  Mavis’ so beautiful; trusting wide eyes and plump lips, perky tits bouncing with each breath, and legs hooking on his hips as he instructed and cum pooling from dewy slits.

  Poor girl is scared of his massive cock laying on her stomach, marking the vast difference between them.
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br />   He’s going to enjoy every moment of having her cunt opening up for his girth and feel every flutter of her walls clinging onto him.

  “Won’t fit, daddy.” he hears her mumble with uneven breaths.

  Her blue eyes blink shyly up at him, cheeks coloring as his lips stretch into a devious grin that as her trembling.

  He takes the throbbing shaft in his hand and smears a bead of pearly cum on her cunt, circling and tapping insistently at her small opening. She grips the bedsheet in her hands as the wide cockhead breeches in, he can already feel the scorching heat.

  Her face scrunches up adorably as he feeds her drenched pussy half of his length.

  Vlad’s taken back with pleasure by her quivering tightness, his heart pounds unevenly against his ribs as he sinks the full thickness into her with a smooth thrust.

  “You’re meant to take me, built to take this big cock, weren’t you?”

  Her plush folds are adjusting to his girth with every pulse he feels as her hands roam around to find the right place to hold onto.

  She’s overwhelmed, and he knows this and takes sick pride in seeing his cock is a touch too big for her cunt. It sits heavy and hot in her; she doesn’t think it’s possible for her to take all of him, but he proved her wrong and now she’s taking the time to dwell on the colossal mistake she believed in.

  He’s rough when he pulls out and even more brutal in shoving his cock back into the tight warmth. Each thrust has her slits sucking him back in, refusing to let him go with a dirty whine coming from those pretty lips.

  Her deflowered cunt is soaking his cock with grinding hips, slim fingers going to the little nub that makes her cry in pleasure. She’s learning fast, she knows where to touch herself to get that high from earlier.

  With big teary eyes, she hiccups and cries his name.

  “Please touch me.”

  “You seem to know what you’re doing,” his dominant side wants to be mean to her.

  She shakes her head, lips pouting as he plunges back in.

  “I like it when you do it, it feels better.”