“Take her,” my blood roars, dick hardening in my jeans.
Licking her lips, her eyes scan me from head to toe. Her face is flushing, eyes dilating and body begging. She needs me. I can feel it.
I need to gather myself. I clench my fists, the keys digging into my palm. Not now, my mind pounds.
She brings her bag to her hip and I turn to the door, holding it open for her to walk through. After a long pause, she does.
16
EVE
Vincent’s office isn’t fancy. In fact, it’s just another trailer on the rez. When we walk in, Slade’s stepping out, talking on the phone. I hear him mention something about camera equipment. He raises his palm to us in “hello” before getting on his bike and driving away.
Vincent steps behind me. He’s so near, I can feel his body heat; I’m warming from the inside. Today, things are different between us. The tension is becoming impossible to bear. I know there are still so many issues. But overarching everything is my need for him. I want to feel that closeness again. I can’t believe how long I’ve gone without it—without him.
He points to the left. “Kimber works out of here with us, but she’s on-site today. Slade takes this front area, and I use the back. Files and everything you need are where I am.”
I scan the room, realizing the screens and computers they’re all using are seriously high-tech. As relaxed as Vincent is, I’m reminded that he’s running a multi-million-dollar industry.
We walk together into his office, closed off by a door from where Slade and Kimber work. The entire room is filled with bookshelves, and they’re packed to the brim. I have zero doubt Vincent has read everything in here. Against the window are silver file cabinets, which I assume are what I’ll be going through. There’s also a large desk outfitted with two large monitors, and a brown leather couch off to the side.
“When did you get all these books?” My fingers lightly graze their spines as I read their titles, one by one.
“I kept notes of what I read in prison. And whatever I loved, I ordered for myself when I got out here.”
I want to ask where he wants me to begin when my bag falls off my shoulder, clattering onto the floor. I drop down to my knees, meaning to pick it up. But when I raise my head, what I see freezes me to the ground. Vincent stands tall above me, tatted up and rough. The look on his face has me so turned on, I’m afraid to blink. The slightly reserved man from the last few weeks has been uncovered and in his place is the real Vincent—raw and intense. My gaze moves to his thick-corded neck, tan from riding, and down to his jeans where I come face to face with his enormous erection, punching through his jeans.
“Vincent?” My voice shakes with nerves. God, but he is just colossal, making this small room look more like a dollhouse than a small office. I want him so badly my brain literally clouds over with lust.
“Yeah, baby.” His voice is deep as he extends a hand to me. On shaky legs, I rise. There are conversations to be had. But right now, I can see and feel nothing but us.
The last seven years, I gravitated toward men I could control. Clearly, that isn’t going to happen here. But—I want to try. What would Vincent do, if for once, I was the one in charge?
“Wait,” the word leaves my lips and he pauses—for just a second. His eyes assess the situation as my body trembles from his proximity. He takes another step, closer still. Could it be as good as it was back in college? So much time has passed; I’m not even sure what was real and what was simply my imagination.
He lifts me into his arms effortlessly, placing me on the leather couch, so I’m sitting, facing him. Dropping to his knees before me, he takes my head in his hands. Pushing back my hair so all he can see is my face, his dark eyes bore into mine.
“Say yes,” he asks. His voice is gravel, almost desperate. “I’d never touch you unless you wanted it.”
I blink once, twice, and slowly move my head up and down. My body has taken over.
He inches closer until his mouth is pressed against mine. I can feel a small sliver of tongue slide between my lips. “Oh, God,” I moan, shifting my body horizontal and pulling him onto me. He rubs his mouth over mine gently and whisper-soft. Not entering. Not going fast like I wish he would.
I’m shaking. He’s barely moved and my panties are drenched. He continues to do nothing other than tease. My legs open wider in anticipation, but he’s taking his damn time.
He licks at my ear, sucking down the column of my neck. I think I’m begging him to undress me, but I can’t be sure. Is he really here? I shut my eyes and inhale, everything feels right. I know—it’s Vincent. Mine.
I shift my body, trying to align us. Moving my hands down to unbutton my pants, I’m yearning to get naked. I need skin on skin. He moves his fingers to where mine are, unfastening my jeans for me before pulling them off. Lifting me up with a muscled arm, my shirt and bra fly off next. We’re fused, breathing each other in until our inhales are completely synchronized. I grip his back beneath his shirt and lightly score my nails against his skin. He hisses and I smile at the power I feel.
I’m desperately waiting for him to get naked. I pull at the waist of his jeans and luckily, he takes the hint. His leather jacket comes off first, followed by his black Henley. The air in the room leaves as I take the biggest inhale of my life. I thought I knew the body beneath the shirt, but apparently, my imagination didn’t do him justice. Vincent is absolutely ripped. The leanness of his youth has been replaced with heavy muscle and swirls of black, riotous tattoos. I notice a long scar on his lower abs, but there’s no time to examine. I need his hands on me. My mouth dries as I watch his pants fall to the ground. His underwear is next. Vincent’s dick is a sight to behold—perfect. Mouthwateringly thick and long. His body is a work of art.
He moves to the edge of the couch, nostrils flaring in desire. My heart pounds. I’m naked and for the first time in seven years, completely vulnerable and at a man’s mercy. Control? Gone. Nothing could ever prepare me for this. His dark gaze roams every inch of my body and I subconsciously arch my back, thrusting my full breasts toward him. I yearn for him to see me in the way only Vincent ever has.
“Your body. You’re so beautiful, baby. Your nose. Your lips. That mouth. Everything about you...” He moves his large palm down from my stomach all the way to my toes and back up again. “I’m insane for you. Stupid for you. God, Eve, everything about you calls to me. We need to talk, but I can’t stop right now.”
Talk? I can barely breath.
He lowers his mouth to my nipple and my entire body convulses with his first suck. I’m turning mindless as he shifts, lining himself up with me and sliding his dick up and down, agonizingly slow, my wetness coating us both and driving me insane. I clutch at his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist and raising my body higher, angling myself to catch him. But I can’t. Why won’t he just get inside me already?
“Vincent!” I yell.
I can feel his smirk against my shoulder. “I fuckin’ missed you.” Back and forth, he drags his heavy cock over that bundle of nerves, wreaking havoc on my insides. My body pounds with desire and need.
“Missed the way you smell. Your soft body in my hands.” His voice rumbles at my ear as he gently pulls my hair, moving my head back before dropping his head to take another deep suck of my nipple. My pussy clenches. “You’re my life,” he growls. “My everything. Do you know that?” His damp breaths move to my ear. “I’ve been dreaming of you nonstop. In every move I make. It’s always you. Only you. Since you, there was no one else. Do you hear me?”
This man owns me.
I want to speak, to tell him everything, but I can only whimper. Every ounce of blood has left my brain.
His eyes, now coal black, lock on mine. “I need to know you hear me. That you want this. Tell me again,” he insists.
I shiver, realizing he isn’t going to continue until I give him full consent. I grab the back of his head in an attempt to force his lips back to mine, but he won’
t move.
“For fuck’s sake, Vincent. Now!” I beg.
He chuckles. “Just what I need to hear.” He fills me entirely, all at once, and my insides pulse against him. It’s so good, it’s shocking. His fingers move down to my clit and I throw my head back, moaning loudly. My body wants to bind itself to his. Seal us together.
“Good girl,” he whispers as I tighten my legs around him. “Need to hear you. Need to hear those moans, understand? Been waiting seven years for this. For you.”
He drives into me hard and deep only to pull back in a slow drag as if he were savoring me. Pleasure like hot lava pools in my core, a feeling I haven’t felt since Vincent himself all those years ago. No, it couldn’t have been this good.
“…Don’t stop,” I groan as he mumbles a soft curse, pushing deeper.
Beads of sweat drip from his body and onto my breasts. I stare up at him, wanting to memorize his face—just like this. I can scarcely believe I’m on my back with Vincent above me.
“I have to taste you,” he mumbles, voice heavy.
Sliding out of me, he moves off the couch and drops to his knees. I can feel his hands, hot against my skin spread my thighs apart. The warmth of his lips and wet tongue fall directly on my center and with a firm and hot lick, my lower body clamps like a vise, ankles locking around his head. My entire world shimmers while he continues to drink me in.
In a sex-drunken daze, I’m brought onto his lap on the floor. I wrap my arms around him tightly as he begins to fuck me in earnest with too many years’ worth of tension. Bending his body, he captures my mouth in a deep kiss. It’s desperate, our tongues swirling together. I can taste a trace of myself on him. Our hands clasp, fingers lacing together. Clinging to his huge body, I take everything he gives.
He pants as his movements deepen. Rolling his hips, a heavy hand cups the underside of my breasts as his angle shifts. He’s hitting that spot. Like a cyclone, another wave of pleasure moves through me. My world explodes as he roars, collapsing on top of me with his own release. We’re a bundle of sweat and pounding hearts.
“Thank God,” I say out loud, tears rolling down my face as I press my cheek against his shoulder. This. We have so much to talk about, but I feel the truth now. My heart always knew it.
Vincent wraps me up tightly in his arms, pressing a hot kiss against my lips. “Fuckin’ love you. Always will.”
After we somewhat stabilize, we stand. Vincent presses his lips on every inch of my body before covering me with my clothing. This man.
“Let’s stop. Get you some stuff you’ll need at my place.”
“Why not the hotel?” My voice comes out as a rasp.
“Takes too long. Need you in my bed,” he grumbles, voice low and deep.
“My clothes?”
“Not necessary.”
We get back onto his bike and ride to the nearest pharmacy. Vincent struts up and down the aisles, picking up a toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner, and face and body wash with quick efficiency. I’m laughing as I practically chase him down, trying to keep up with his pace. Finally reaching the register, Vincent takes out his black wallet to pay. I pause, noticing a pulse in his neck as he hands over his credit card for the cashier to swipe.
I stop smiling.
He looks worried and anxious, brows lowered in that dark and brooding way of his.
“Vincent,” I touch his arm, “I’m here, okay?”
A line has formed behind us, but I couldn’t care less. He swallows hard, the scruff on his face thicker than a few hours ago. Under the bright lights and white walls, his eyes are practically savage. “Don’t want to waste time,” he whispers with his teeth clenched, grabbing the back of my neck possessively as if he can’t help it. I’m struck again by my tiny size compared to his. His grip isn’t painful, but still, it’s strong. The cashier looks at us nervously as the line grumbles in annoyance.
I focus only on Vincent, nodding gently in understanding. Stepping against him, I remove his hand from my neck and loop our fingers together.
“I’m still here,” I swear. “We’ll talk about everything later, okay?”
He nods and visibly relaxes before finally taking the plastic bag from the cashier.
We ride another ten minutes to his home. Pulling up to the side of his trailer, he lifts me off the bike and doesn’t put me down until I’m on my back. I grab his soft sheets, fisting them as my body reignites. He moves to his knees, pulling me into his chest with so much emotion it steals my breath.
He’s everywhere. Eyes closed. Licking and sucking at my neck so deep, marking me how I know he loves. A few beats.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, yeah? Can’t wait anymore.” His voice is desperate, our mouths melded.
“Please, Vincent. Yes,” I whisper into his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He enters me, groaning. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Goddamn.” He pushes in and out again, harder still, settling himself inside me and staking claim. Picking up one of my legs, he throws it over his wide muscled shoulder. My eyes practically roll back as he hits that spot so precisely; every inch of my body clenches tight, coiling. Bending down, he brings his mouth to my ear.
“Only me and you. Forever. Got that?” he growls, swiveling his hips in circles and grinding down on my clit. I’m moaning—out of my mind. Like a fire, the flames rove straight through me and down into my toes until they curl up in sweet agony.
Before I can catch my breath, he pulls me on top of him. I bring myself up and down on his cock, so slow. He’s buried so deep, it’s almost painful. So fucking good. He’s cursing, begging me now. Holding my hips with his hands and watching me fall down on him over and over again. We’re drunk on each other. His grip tightens as he finally moves me the way he needs, grinding me down hard before raising me up again. My heart is about to beat straight out of my chest; pleasure mixing with emotional openness giving me a sublime high.
“Vincent,” I moan, my voice hoarse.
The thought crosses my mind—if he ever left me again, I’d die. Vincent turns me desperate. He makes me insane. I drop my head down into the crook of his neck.
“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing my hips hard enough to bruise as he presses me down harder and not letting go until he fills me to the brim.
My entire body is like lead in his arms, heavily sated. He slowly runs his calloused fingers over my skin, as if he can’t bear not to touch. With his large hands, he cups my breasts and slides his fingers along my curves, humming deep in appreciation. I lay soundlessly, letting him take his time. Overcome by emotion, I find myself swallowing back tears. I never thought—
“Eve,” he says, interrupting my internal voice.
“Yeah?”
His hand spans around my throat. He’s gentle and yet, I’m completely at his mercy. “Never letting you go. Never,” he commands. I know Vincent is dominant, always in charge. It isn’t because of who his father is. And it isn’t because he was raised in the Borignone mafia. It’s just something within him. Anywhere Vincent goes, he’s the king.
I lift my eyes to his, submitting. We wrap ourselves back up in each other until our lips are numb, all thoughts of the world around—my office, my shitty coworkers, our past—silenced.
The clock ticks and the sun begins to set. I turn, pressing his hand between my thighs. The room glows.
“We should talk about that night.”
“Not yet. First, I want you to tell me about lockup. Let’s start there.” My voice comes out in a whisper. I want to know.
17
VINCENT
All she does is ask, and within seconds, I’m opening up about the worst time in my life. At first, it’s as if I’m telling someone else’s story. But somewhere between explaining the Boss Brotherhood and the look in her eyes, acute anxiety settles in my chest. I open my mouth to continue, but my throat is uncomfortably dry.
Sensing the change in me, she kisses my shoulder before hopping off the bed. I hear kitchen cabinets openin
g and the sink turning on. She comes back to me with a tall glass in hand, full to the brim with water. I drink the entire thing in one swallow.
After taking the glass from me and setting it on the side table, she curls up into my chest like a kitten. I press my forehead against hers, keeping our lips separated by mere centimeters. Her breaths enter my mouth, and it gives me strength.
“Prison. It was worse than you think. I did horrific shit without blinking an eye. Luckily, after I stood my ground with the B.B., everyone knew who I was. They all stayed back. Still. I-I don’t know what to tell you. It was like there was a constant war on—” I stop, unable to manage. I know I have to talk to her about everything, and I want to, but it’s too fuckin’ much and I wasn’t expecting this kind of emotional onslaught. She puts her hands on my shoulders. So gentle. So perfect.
“We have sex and now I’m unraveling.” I laugh, but we both know it’s not funny.
She pulls back, touching two scars in my left eyebrow. Moving her hands down my body, she lets her fingers graze over all my new wounds, pausing at the deepest one in my lower abdomen. We are both silent, but her eyes fill with pain at the sight.
“Oh my God, Vincent,” she says, her face distressed. Fingers moving downward, she finds the stab wound in my thigh.
“Look at me,” I say with as much strength as I can muster. “Things were bad. But they’re over now.”
“But how can you be so sure your father really let you go?” She’s shaking her head from side to side, wild hair framing her face. “You said it once—no one leaves without a body bag.”
“Believe it, Eve. I left and I’m still alive.”
She moves closer, melting into me. But I’m not done with her—not yet. I move off the bed and drop down to my knees.
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