A few moments later, Vincent paused in his pounding to look down into her face, "Ember, know that I love you. I love you so much. You can't leave me... I won't let you, if you even try to leave..." his look became so cold, so deadly, despite the sweat pouring of off him and the heat radiating from their bodies, a chill ran through her body as she looked into his cloudy grey like eyes. "... if you ever try to leave me..." He slowly shook his head from side to side. "I will find you. I'll find you and bring you back. I will always bring you back. No damn parents or judges will get in my way this time." He supported his body above hers on one hand and held her wrists with the other. As he finished making these proclamations to her, he started to take slow long plunges back and forth into her. Once again, her cries of pain surely became moans of pleasure as he made sure to imprint his dick and lovemaking in her.

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Ember blankly stared out her passenger side window. The buildings blurred into residential homes, which soon became wide open fields scattered with horses and cows and the occasional ranch house. All this was unseen by Ember as she ran Vincent's assault over and over again in her head. She felt out of her body. No, more like out of her head, ‘Who fucking responds to shit like that?' she berated herself. She felt physically nauseated. For all her worth, she literally tried to curve her body into a ball. She had wrapped her shaking hands around her equally trembling forearms. It was a horrible change from rubbing her bruised and raw wrists from the chaffing she had endured from the handcuffs earlier. It was as if she thought if she could just ignore the monster next to her he would no longer exist, no longer be a threat to her and what she experienced could be chalked up to a very bad dream, but he shattered that illusion when his spoken words were as if he had read her mind.

"You can stare out that window all you like for now, but I won't let you ignore me or what we did." Vincent simply stated as he scanned his cellphone and tapped a text to Vergara's pilot informing them of their ETA.

As if her body suspected he required an answer to his comment, it involuntarily shuddered. In some strange way, that one response appeased Vincent that she understood what was expected of her from now on.

Ember could not resist the desire to cast a glare in his direction. Though as much as she hated him that moment, the act of meeting his stare made her skin crawl. She wanted to defy him on everything, but her sore throat and more infuriating, her sore spot between her legs constantly reminded her she had to walk on egg shells where Vincent was concerned.

She couldn't help but to drift back to the first time she had really taken notice of Vincent the teenager.

As she gave those memories serious thought, it surprised her to realize she had known of Vincent for years, not directly, but through their parents. Their mothers and his father had gone to school together in Omaha, from when they were in the first grade to high school and some college. Only Ember's dad was from Down South. Why her dad and Mr. Sinclair were even fishing buddies. Vincent's father would jokingly call her dad a ‘good ole boy,' her dad never took offense.

Mr. Sinclair even used her dad as a go-to IT man for the police department. They were all such good friends. Well, they used to be... that is. Ember's mother ran in similar social circles as Mrs. Sinclair. Mrs. Sinclair was the PTA president and her mom was the recording secretary. They both served in the booster club. Well, once again, no more.

Ember's eyes moistened at those memories. How did things get so crazy, oh, yeah...? Vincent. Her first contact, in a weird sort of way was when she had first spotted him in their junior high school hallway standing at his locker staring at her. At the time she wasn't sure he was either looking at her or looking at someone behind her. There had been a bevy of girls clamoring for his attention, so of course she couldn't have caught his eye. She remembered thinking that he was out of her league anyway. With a sardonic snort she shook her head from side to side. She had just assumed he was looking at someone behind and turned to her own locker to fumble through the textbooks there looking for her French book. That became their interactions with one another, more so for her than him. She could be in the school library with a study group, look up for a moment into gray eyes. Walking with friends and casually look away and meet his glance. It had to be a glance, who just stands to the side and watches a person everyday whenever they appear?

With a disturbing thunderclap going off in her head, Ember finally grasped all the looks, the glances, mere chance of locking eyes with Vincent. Though a chance on her part, they never were on Vincent's. Daring herself to twist her head back toward Vincent, she had to look, she had to confirm her new suspicions. Had this shit with Vincent started way earlier than that fated date? Did she not see this shit for what it was?

Expressionless eyes were already attuned to her every move. "Nice for you to realize you're not the only one riding here in the back." Vincent added in a humorous tone. Once again, it was as if he had been waiting for her to look in his direction. But this time his look held a smug expression.

Ember could barely contain her gasp, and once again wonder how did she never pick up on his stalkerish ways? Had she known would she had been more careful, would she have allowed the psychologist label it as something that women have had to deal with? Who fucking deals with a stalker? And more importantly, how was SHE going to deal with one?

The nausea returned with a vengeance, "I'm going to be sick," Ember whispered trying hard to keep down her early dinner.

Vincent learned toward the front, "Cache, pull over, she's gonna puke." Vincent quickly unchained Ember's wrists from the coat handle above her as their driver jumped from the SUV to open the left side of the rear passenger door for Ember to lean out to throw up. Vincent leaned over to her right side while holding her back down with his left hand and supporting them both by gripping the opened door's frame. Not much came up, but enough for Vincent to realize she needed a break from him.

"Breathe, take deep breaths you'll be alright." Vincent added as he helped her to lean back into the vehicle.

He allowed her to shrug away from him when he attempted of comfort her as their driver got back behind the wheel and started the engine. He knew he was railroading her, but how else was he to get her. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to eradicate her from his life, his mind, and his dreams, but his fantasies would not release him. Not one night could he go with not playing back any one of his fantasies he had created starring Ember.

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Vincent never really dated after leaving for the military, but there were women at his disposal, and some had been, disposed of... those that did not or refused to accept their role as a passing fling and attempted to push themselves onto him or insert themselves into his life. There was Lt. Candace Warwick, that social climber thought she could coerce him into an exclusive relationship simply because her uncle was the Major over his platoon. She even gave him an ultimatum, which left her with none. Pity what happens in the field stays in the field. ‘You want my answer Candy...' "You know I hate nicknames Vincent" she snapped at him, not even knowing she was no longer a concern for him. "Yeah, I know, thought I'd let you have that final annoyance."

"Final? What are you...? You can't be that stupid, so instead of taking my offer, you'd rather just shoot me? Unbelievable! I gave you mor..."
"Now why would I shoot a 401K?" Vincent asked just before he took out his cellphone and tapped a button.

"A what? What are you talking about Vincent? This is not funny, you're standing there pointing your weapon at me. What the hell am I supposed to think?" He see Candice beginning to sweat. Now realizing she probably didn't hold all the cards she thought she did. "What are you doing with that?" she asked pointing at his cell phone.
"Just completing a small transaction, actually a pick-up. Just curious, did you really think you could blackmail me into being with you? You're right killing you would be stupid since you most likely bragged how you had me, but let me introduce you to a colleague of mine, and soon to be yours." Vincent used his rifle to direct her to turn around and face the men coming up behind her.

"Well Vincent you did not lie, a strawberry blond with bright green eyes. She will indeed fetch a high price." Said the man in the front with an unknown accent.

Candice whirled around to face Vincent, "What the hell Vince, you can't sell me, I'm a fucking American! Are you out of your fucking mind?" Then it clicked for her, he actually was out of his fucking mind. "What, oh my God, okay forget the offer! Forget the whole damn thing! Go and get your damn Black Barbie!"

"What the fuck did you just say?" Vincent rushed over and grabbed her by her throat, "What the fuck did you. Just. Say. To. Me?" He screamed in her face.

"Nothing Vincent, nothing at all." But already Vincent was tired of her shit. He took a step back as if seeing her for the first time and hating what he saw. He couldn't help but to wonder why the fuck did he ever wet his dick in her conniving whining ass.

Vincent suddenly raised his hand to the approaching men, "Take her, she's yours. Tired her shit, maybe you can do what her old man couldn't do..."

"What is that Vincent?" the man in charge asked with a knowing smirk.

"Put her in her damn place. Can't stand when a bitch doesn't know her worth." He nearly spat the last word out. On that, Vincent turned his back on the small group and headed back toward his platoon. He had a MIA report to fill out.