Warning(s):
Explicit language
Drug use
Explicit sexual situations
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"You're fucking overreacting, Vivian!" Nikki snaps at me as we stomp to the car and I stop to turn at him.
"I'm overreacting? To what, exactly, Nikki? You giving out intimate pictures of your wife—which perverts our marriage, by the way—or you entertaining the disrespectful groupie?! Because you managed to spit in my face twice in ten minutes!"
"I perverted our marriage? It was a fucking picture, not a fucking train that we ran on you, Vivian! Get over yourself!"
"You get over yourself and fucking admit you're wrong and you know it!"
"I fucked up when I was fucked up! That doesn't count!"
"No, it does, because you know there's a chance you can do something wrong every time you get shit faced but you ignore it and do it anyway so using that as an excuse is completely invalid and simply just you refusing to take the blame, as always!" I throw my hands up and start towards the car again.
"You are such a spoiled little brat!" He argues, snatching at my wrist, making me spin around to face him. "You're so use to people kissing your fucking feet for your forgiveness that you act like the sky's fucking falling when someone won't do whatever the fuck you want!"
"Oh, really?!"
"Yes, really, and part of that's my fault because I've gone out of my way to keep you happy at times and it still is never enough! You're always gonna find something to be pissed at me about!"
"Do you hear yourself talking, Nikki?! When is the last time you have done anything for me—that I've actually asked for?! I didn't want my own fucking expensive car. So don't throw that in my face like I should be perfectly fine with what you do and how you choose to humliate me just because I'm lucky enough to be married to hot-shot rockstar Nikki Sixx, and I could care less about the money because I'd rather have a relatively sober husband over a fucking corvette any day!"
"So all of this comes back to heroin?!" He raises his brows. "Your prudeness and insecurity is my fault because I shoot up sometimes?! They see naked girls all the fucking time, Vivian!" He points in the direction of the Rainbow. "Don't get pissy over this just because you think your pussy is so fucking special that nobody but me can see it because I promise you, I've had better!"
I can tell he regrets saying it the second it leaves his mouth, but it's a low blow that shatters my pride.
I just step past him, letting out a tired breath, heading back to the Rainbow.
"Where are you going?" He asks me.
I just ignore him.
I stayed with Vince and Sharise that night, and the night after that, and the night after that...okay...I stayed at Vince's for three weeks, and it drove Nikki up the wall because Vince was becoming his least favorite but he stilled liked him enough to give him a picture of me masturbating so...
Three weeks in which Nikki was apparantly going out of his mind on heroin to hide the fact I had temporarily left him.
I just wanted a sincere apology where he admitted his heroin use was beginning to affect him more and more and was creating strife in our marriage.
But I never got that kind of apology until 1988.
"Fuck!" Sharise lets out when a loud pop sounds through the kitchen while she's cooking bacon.
Her blonde hair is in a messy knot on her head and she's not wearing anything but one of Vince's t-shirts and a pair of panties.
"I offered to help you." I remind her, cracking another egg.
Another pop has her jumping away from the stove and crossing her arms, looking at me as if begging to switch places.
"Here." I move aside and she sighs with relief as I head to the bacon that's beginning to pop ridiculously fast, and smoke up.
There's a ring at the doorbell.
"I'll get it." Sharise tells me, running her hands under the stream of the sink to get the raw egg off before another ring ensues then another, and another. "Jeez, someone's impatient." She mumbles, heading out the kitchen and down the stairs to the door.
I'm in the process of flipping the bacon over when I hear Sharise call, "Viv, it's for you."
I move the pan off the burner and head to the door, seeing Nikki tower over Sharise, sunglasses protecting his eyes from hangover induced light sensetivity.
I resist the urge to tackle him because of how much I've missed him.
Sharise leaves us to it to go finish cooking and I cross my arms and look up at Nikki, waiting for him to say something.
"Are you coming back home or should I start selling your shit?" He asks me smartly and I raise a brow.
"Are you sorry for being a complete dick?"
"Wasn't really being a complete dick, only a partial dick. You haven't seen me hit peek dickness, yet." He replies and I go to slam the door in his face but he stops me, keeping it open with his hand and I let out a deep sigh.
"Seriously, either apologize and mean it or piss off." I snap at him and he raises a brow, his jaw, that's lightly padded with alcohol bloat, rolls and he impatiently taps his booted foot.
"I'm trying to apologize but you won't come home." He argues.
"Okay, normally I'd consider you screwing me into next week, an apology. This time it's not." I state.
"It's not sex." He assures me.
"Then what is it?" I ask and he smirks.
"Get your shit together and come find out." He suggests and I think about it for a moment.
"I swear if we get home and you pull your prick out like it's God's gift to me, you and your right hand will be very well acquainted until further notice." I promise and he scoffs.
"We already are."
I get my things together and tell Sharise I'll be right back to finish breakfast, and when Nikki and I head back to the apartment, I notice we're going the wrong way.
"I think you need to turn around." I tell him, glancing around at our surroundings.
"What?" He replies.
"We're going the wrong way. We need to turn around, Babe." I repeat what I said and he brushes me off.
"Just enjoy the fucking ride, Viv. We'll get home when we get home." He shrugs with a smile.
I just decide he's lost some more of his mind and go along with it.
When we approach Valley Vista Boulavard which is near by Sherman Oaks, I get aggravated.
"Nikki. You wanted to go home. I left Sharise to go home. Let's freaking go home." I tell him harshly, picking at my nails.
"That's what we're doing." He explains casually and I look at him, confused.
"What?"
The Corvette pulls to the gated driveway of a mansion we've passed by once before, and Nikki rolls the window down and punches in a code before the gate opens and we pull into the driveway.
"K. We're home." He pipes, uncranking the car and getting out.
14432 Valley Vista Boulevard in Van Nuys was a mansion we had passed by one time. And in that one time we passed by, I made a comment about how beautiful it was.
Nikki took that, and ran with it.
I look at Nikki, my mouth parted in shock as he nervously awaits my reaction.
"Well...?" He asks cautiously.
I can't speak.
Tears fill my eyes, all his wrong doings are thrown out the window because he paid attention and remembered a single comment I made in passing, nearly a year ago.
"I..." I exhale, taking another deep breath. "...T-This is our's? You...you bought us a house?"
"I bought you a house." He corrects me. "Before you squirt in our driveway, just wait until you see the inside."
He tugs me behind him, unlocking the front door, and I let out another breath.
It's stunning.
Going through the foyer, kitchen, living room, dining room, upstairs, and the three bedrooms, my mind runs wild with possibilities.
Friends over for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter—Nikki will obviously give me a hard time with the latter one...
Our kids running through and ransacking the place while I try to cook dinner and Nikki tries to write new music.
Nikki's going on and on about contacting an interior decorator as soon as possible, pointing out what bits and pieces he wants to add and where.
I quit listening halfway through and just stare at him with this happy smile on my face.
I was so, so, so naive. I was acting like Tansy. Every screw up was suddenly erased all because of a good deed.
I remember Vince would go city to city when Mötley went on tour and tell a stripper from every city from the local club he was head over heels in love with them and wanted to marry them.
These girls would quit their jobs, leave their homes, and pack their bags, and show up somewhere down the line of shows in different cities and try to see Vince. Fred Saunders would tell Vince their name, and Vince would claim he'd never met them.
And he'd laugh over the fact that they were that desperate to drop everything for him.
They weren't desperate. They just had hope.
People think I stayed with Nikki after everything he did because I was that desperate.
I stayed with him because I had hope that no matter how bad it got, if I just held on a little longer, it would eventually get better.
If you give a woman a shred of hope to have something they really want, the only way they'll let go of it, is if you damn near kill them.
Nikki getting me that house was my shred of hope I had that we were going to be okay.
Knowing what I know now about what that house would become for Nikki, I would've stayed in that shitty apartment with Robbin Crosby any day.
"What is it?" Nikki finally asks me, noticing me staring at him.
I just bite my lip and pull him closer to me by his studded belt and he takes the hint and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
Our lips brush together teasingly before my teeth tug at his lip.
Tongues meet each other as he takes a couple steps back, and I shove him down to the couch, the both of us wearing eager smiles as his hands pull me down to straddle him.
I push his jacket off his shoulders and he tugs my t-shirt over my head, my red hair spilling over my bare chest.
His shirt is the next to go, the warmth of his skin radiating through me when he slides his arms against my back, pulling my chest flush against him while his fingers tangle in my hair and pull my head back so his tounge and teeth can mark up my neck.
I let out a quiet moan, looking up to see myself in a high ceiling that's one huge mirror consisting of smaller mirror tiles.
"Nikki..." I pat his bicep and he stops his attention to me and looks up, too.
"There's one in every room." He explains lowly, his lips brushing against my jaw and I raise a brow at the idea of utilizing every single mirrored-ceiling room in this house.
Good thing I'm decently confident in my skin because I'm going to be seeing a lot of myself, in different positions, at different angles.
My lips meet his again, my fingers catching in his tangled hair as I start grinding against the obvious tent in his pants.
He lets out a small groan, guiding my hips' movement as I dry hump him.
"Don't screw around and wet your pants before we even start." I advise in a mean little mock, my hand rubbing over the bulged leather before pulling slowly at the laces of his pants.
His hand grabs at mine, stopping me from going into his pants as his eyes narrow.
"That's not your's." He tells me, gauging my reaction.
I don't need him to get off. I'd prefer he be part of the process, though.
I just get off of him and shimy out of my pajama shorts.
Completely naked, now, I sit directly in front of him on the couch opposite of him and spread my legs, one at a time, seeing his expression change as if he's looking at the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
I smirk, my hands groping at my breasts, pinching at my nipples for a second, sending electric sparks straight to my clit.
I'm already soaked, but I feel another rush leave me as I focus on Nikki's stare, my fingers falling between my legs, rubbing at the nerves that shoot an intense feeling of a carnal need that can only be satisfied by one thing throughout my body.
I enter one finger into myself, and then another, my mouth opening when I curl them to hit that spot that has my bacl arching and my eyes rolling back while "Nikki" slips past my lips in a high pitched moan.
My hands are yanked away from me in a few seconds, my fingers being replaced by two thicker, longer didgets that go into me at a feverish pace, causing me to lurch forward.
"Oh, fuck, Nikki!" I cry out, the sound of him fingering me ringing through the room as his other hand keeps me sealed to the couch by wrapping around my throat just enough to keep me still.
"So fuckin' pretty." He tells me with a smirk, looking over my body and my face, fucking the life out of me with just two fingers.
My toes are curling, that spot within me continuing to be stimulated with sheer force.
"Play with it." He orders me and I listen, my fingers going to my aching clit, a sharp breath filling my lungs at the feeling. "God, you're such a bad little bitch when you want to be." He says through gritted teeth and I open my mouth to reply but I can't.
My orgasm creeps up on me out of nowhere and I drench his fingers as my legs spasm and my eyes roll back, a slew of curses tumbling from my mouth in the process.
I think that's the fastest I've ever came.
Nikki grins at me, getting his prick freed.
I lick my lips at the sight of precum dripping out of him and I'm on my knees before he even tells me to get there.
I push my hair back over my shoulders, wrapping my hand around the base of him and giving a few strokes, the liquid beading from his tip allowing him to be slickened up.
He breathes out, looking down at me through thick black hair, and I open my mouth and stick my tongue out to run it in a zig-zag motion up the underside of his length, teasingly.
I savor the taste of him when my tongue circles his tip before I start moving my mouth up and down his shaft.
"God, fuck, Viv..." He moans out, grasping my hair to thrust in to my mouth.
I take everything he gives, slober running out of my mouth and tears coming to my eyes when he pushes himself down my throat.
"Such a good girl." He praises me and my nails bite into his thighs as he lets me go.
I gasp for air, working him with my hand while I catch my breath.
When he holds himself out for me to start licking and sucking again, I open my mouth, but he moves away, grinning when I follow his movements to try to get him back in my mouth.
"You really are like a groupie slut, just for me." He chuckles out and I stand up and get on my tip toes, my lips brushing against his ear.
"Then fuck me like one."
He gets this mischevious smile on his face before kissing me heatedly.
He somehow leads me into the kitchen without breaking contact, spinning me around and bending me over the counter.
I gasp at the cold marble against my nipples but my mind is taken off of it when Nikki's hand comes down and leaves a bright red handprint on my ass.
Warm liquid drips down my legs and I arch my back and spread my legs to better accomadate him, looking over my shoulder at him jacking off a couple times.
He rubs his tip across my clit and my entrance before sliding in to the hilt in one rough stroke.
I'm not prepared, his girth stretching me deliciously, and he doesn't give me time to adjust before starting a long, rough, fast pace that has me clawing at the counter top for some stability as the sound of our skin hitting together fills the room.
"Hungry fucking cunt." He comments, his hands holding my hips in a vice grip.
"It feels so good, Nikki!" I gasp out, my eyes squeezed closed as more tears come to my eyes.
"It's all mine, isn't?" He asks me, his hand reaching down to rub feverishly at my clit while he drills into me and I borderline scream, every bone in my body shaking as I get ready to come apart again. "This pussy's all fucking mine."
"Yes!" I agree, tears rolling down my face as he relentlessly beats into me.
I'm going to be too sore to walk tomorrow. "Fuck, it's all fuckin' your's!" I sob as a fucking dam breaks between my legs and I'm releasing again, leaving a fucking puddle of cum in the kitchen floor.
Nikki gets off on this, and grunts as he spills himself into my abused sex.
We spent the rest of the night and early morning hours christening every room in the house, including the closets and garage.
The both of us collapse in the masterbedroom's closet floor, covered in sweat and panting.
Our mission to have sex in every room in the house is complete, the both of us are exhausted, and I can't feel my legs.
I turn over to look at him, my cheek against his chest as his arm snakes around my back while he tucks his other arm behind his head.
We've had small breaks in between each round and even took a power nap, and Nikki had a couple lines to keep him awake, before our last hurrah of the night in the closet.
"What time is it?" I ask him softly, sitting up and yawning.
"It was like, 3:45 thirty minutes ago." He mumbles, tiredly and I rub my eyes.
"I'm about to get in the bed." I tell him, going to stand up.
My legs give out on the way up and I fall back down, Nikki and I both laugh.
"No, I'm not." I whine out, and he sits up.
"C'mon, cripple." He stands, reaching down to pick me up and I wrap my arm around his shoulder, wincing a little when my thighs shift closely together, spurring on coming soreness to move through my legs.
I've definitely built muscle tonight.
Nikki puts me on the bed, helping me pull the comforter back, and tuck myself in before mumbling about having to get something out of his car and needing to piss.
He went and shot up, and then passed out on the couch.
I wake up, completely confused by my suroundings until I remember Nikki and I are the owners of a house, now.
Then another thought peers into my mind: how did he afford this?
I've been stressing out over telling him we have to pay a $350.00 ticket—that I need to go to the court house and explain I lost it and then pay it—because of a little financial instability, and he goes and buys an entire mansion.
I just let out a breath, deciding to ask about it later.
I reak of sex and I just want a shower—no, a bubble bath to soak my sore body in.
But first, I need some water.
I don't bother with clothes, stepping to kitchen, only to be met with Tommy, Robbin, Tansy, Sparkie, Sharise, Razzle and Andy McCoy.
A startled, short scream echoes through the house because I wasn't expecting anyone but Nikki to be here.
"Jesus, Viv!" Tommy rubs at his ear, wincing, not noticing I'm naked until I cover my chest. "Oh, uhh..." He stutters, not looking at me as he shrugs his jacket off.
"Okay, yeah, the pictures just don't do any justice." Robbin lets out with a smug smirk even though he's got his eyes on the ceiling, although it doesn't do any good because it's plastered in mirror tiling.
"What the hell are you doing here and where's Nikki?" I snap at them, once I cover up with Tommy's jacket.
"He and Vince are grabbing some things from the apartment that you two need here, and then they're making a booze and food run." Robbin explains.
"For what?"
"House warming party." Sharise explains.
"He didn't mention it to you?" Tansy asks and I scoff.
"He doesn't mention a lot to me." I grumble to myself, exhaling. "Whatever, I'm getting a shower. Don't break anything or I will mount your dicks to the wall." I promise to the guys, walking to our bathroom.
Once I'm out of the shower, and wrapped in a towel, Nikki's stepping in to the bathroom.
"Babe, I totally forgot to tell you." He explains, reffering to the party and I roll my eyes.
"Not a stranger to miscommunication in our relationship." I reply with a shrug, standing at the sink, looking at myself in the mirror.
"Yeah, but still." He counters, meeting my eyes in the steamed up mirror.
He's running his hands over my towel covered hips, pulling my ass into him suggestively, and my breath catches in my throat.
"Baby, no." I chuckle, turning to look at him, needing at least two days to even think about having anything inside of me.
"Viv, c'mon, I'll be gentle." He grins, raising his brows for a split second.
"Gentle isn't anywhere in your vocabulary, Nikki."
"I can be very gentle." He argues, and I give him a pointed look.
His lips meet mine, his hands picking up at the backs of my thighs, sitting me on the bathroom counter.
I'm uncovered as his hands brush my towel down, his lips pressing a trail down my neck, over my collar bone, to each hickey covered breast, to the bite mark shaped bruise over my rib that he gets strangly obsessed with when we're fooling around, down my stomach, the inside of my sore thighs, and I arch my back and gasp out when he presses a kiss between my legs.
He pulls away and stands back up, kissing me hotly, causing me to get flustered.
"See." He says. "I can be gentle."
It's clear he has no intention of finishing what he'a started at this moment, and I remember we have a party starting soon. "Be ready in forty-five minutes, at least."
I nod, and he kisses me one last time before stepping out of the bathroom.
I left that bathroom ready to greet a few extra guest than who was in my kitchen.
But I walked out to a house full of people I'd never met, or knew and just didn't like.
Every girl from every strip club in town was parading around, groupies were like roaches scowering fresh meat in a garbage can, and drug dealers were crowding the place like possums scavenging through a cow carcass.
Me, Tansy, and Sharise stayed close to Vince, Tommy, Robbin or Nikki, being that random dudes were looking at us like lions seeing gazelles for the first time...Sparkie being one of them when Tansy wasn't looking. I guess he liked what he saw when he caught a glimpse of me naked earlier that night.
Just when I thought Nikki was done with the splurging, he and Robbin informed me of a plan they had for late November, early December.
"Martinique?" I ask the two rockstars. "Why're we going to Martinique?"
"Fucking vacation, Viv. Why else?" Nikki asks, pushing his sunglasses up his nose, taking another sip of Jack.
"Can we afford to take a trip to Martinique?"
Nikki looks at me like I've lost my damn mind.
I learned in that moment to never question our financial situation in front of other men, with that single look.
"Yes. We can. The fuck would you ask that for?" Nikki asks me a little harshly and I shake my head a little.
"Well, we have two brand new sports cars, a brand new mansion—"
"Yeah, baby, that's kinda how bein' a rockstar works." Nikki states and I let out a breath.
"Well, I was ju—"
"Viv, love, c'mere!" Razzle's drunken slur travels from the kitchen to the living room.
"Be right back." I tell Nikki, patting his thigh as I stand up and he swats at my ass before I can walk away.
I turn to look down at him, not amused, and he gives me a toothy grin.
Brushing off his brazen attitude, I step to the kitchen.
Sharise, Tansy, Razzle, Michael, Tommy, and Andy.
"What, Raz?" I ask.
"Have a drink with us!" He pipes.
"I don't drink, Raz." I tell him for the millionth time in the past three weeks that we've hung out.
"I don't give a bloody hell what you drink, just get it, and have a fucking drink with us." He tells me.
I smile a little and open the fridge pulling out a glass bottle of Pepsi.
Tommy's pulling his bottle opener from his pocket but Tansy grabs the bottle from me and opens it with her teeth.
"Tansy!" Sharise and I squeal, my heart racing, and the small "pop" sounds of air leaving the bottle as the cap comes off and Tansy takes it from between her teeth and puts it on the counter, handing me the bottle back.
"What, Nikki taught me how to do it." She explains.
"Nikki can teach you a lot of things, that doesn't mean you do it!" I scold her.
"If you screw your teeth up, you're done with modeling." Sharise adds. "Nobody likes a model with no teeth."
"Gummy chicks do the nastiest shit on your dick, though." Tommy argues passionately and Tansy, Sharise and I slowly look at him, offended and concerned.
I look at Michael who's observing the conversation, trying not to laugh.
"How much longer are you guys in town?"
"Another few weeks." He tells me and I nod.
"Take us with you." Tansy cuts in, side eyeing Tommy over his toothless women comment.
"I can't be the only one here who's gotten a blowjob from a girl with little to no teeth." Tommy states, looking to Sparkie, Razzle, Michael and Andy.
"No, no, no, don't drag them into your sick freak fest." I tell him, motioning to the members of Hanoi Rocks that are present.
"My freak fest? Nikki's told me whats on that tape you mentioned, and you're just as bad as us."
"Because I married one of you. It's called adapting. I'm an adapter."
"There's apparently parts of you that can adapt to a lot." He scoffs and I cut my eyes at him.
"Because she doesn't have to be toothless in order to do nasty shit on Nikki's dick." Tansy tipsily takes up for me and I squeeze my eyes together.
"You know, the more I get to know you the more I really like you, love." I hear Razzle say to me.
"Change of subject." I reply, laughing nervously, looking at Michael and Andy.
"Yeah, you guys, you're gonna scar the foreigners." Mike mimics a high pitched American accent to sound like me the best that he can and it catches all of us off guard, and causes us to combust into laughter.