Vincent (Made Men Book 2)

by Sarah Brianne

  Nero turned to Vincent, giving him a ‘you’re stupid’ look.

  He’s right; it is all Lake’s fault.

  Nero pushed a guy to the floor who had run into him while grinding on a girl so hard he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings.

  “I’m going to spank Elle’s ass for this, and you need to fucking get Lake under con—”

  Vincent followed Nero’s eyes to Lake and Elle dancing. The two looked sexy as hell together, and every man who looked their way had one dirty thought in mind about them together. Even Vincent did.

  When Nero took a step forward, Vincent reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. “There’s no rush.” He wanted to watch the two for a little bit longer.

  Nero didn’t move when he saw Lake teach Elle how to shake her ass by going behind her and putting her hands on her hips.

  Nero cleared his throat. “You’re right.”

  Damn. He knew why he liked that black dress so much. If she popped her ass out an inch more, then nothing would be left to the imagination. It accentuated her long legs and tight ass to perfection. Her black dress with her long, light-brown hair and hazel eyes next to Elle with her strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes in a white dress was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. The two looked like opposites, the devil and the angel, and he could only imagine how great they’d look together fuc—

  “Motherfuckers, hurry!” Vincent yelled when he saw them have to push a guy off them.

  * * *

  Lake shoved at the guy again when he grabbed at them. “We don’t want to dance with—”

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Vincent growled, grabbing the boy by his shirt then shoving him to the ground, making him and all the others watching the two cower.

  Lake and Elle’s mouths flew open at the sight of Nero and Vincent.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Nero reached for Elle, clearly pissed.

  Lake grabbed Elle’s hand, pulling her close to her. “We can do what we fucking please since you two clearly do, working in the casino with pole dancers and half-naked women.”

  “Fucking get her before I kill her,” Nero growled at Vincent while he took Elle’s other hand.

  Vincent grabbed Lake’s hips, pushing her back and making her let go of Elle’s hand.

  “Stay strong!” Lake yelled at Elle when Nero leaned down to whisper in her ear.

  Vincent grabbed Lake’s jaw, forcing her to look at him. “You’re the one you need to worry about right now, baby.”

  Mm—No, don’t look in his eyes!

  “No, Vincent. I’m mad at you. You couldn’t wait to get back to work with all those women.”

  “If you must know, I was eager to get down there and beat the shit out of Kim for what she did to you.”

  Her eyes grew big. “Tell me you didn’t?”

  He shook his head. “No, but Sadie did.”

  I don’t know which one is worse…

  She looked over at Elle to see her dancing and kissing Nero. “Really, Elle? It hasn’t even been a minute.”

  Vincent laughed. “You know, Nero didn’t even want to work down there. I had to beg him. He loved getting in that fight ‘cause he hoped they would pull him from working down there.”

  “Wish I could say the same about you,” she spat at him.

  He tugged her chin up a bit more to make her look in his eyes. “Lake, today was going to be my last day working there until you made me run out.”

  She bit her lip, not wanting to give in. “It was?”

  Vincent rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. “Yes. The only one I want to look at in those sexy little outfits is you.”

  She opened her mouth when his landed on hers. It was a quick and very hot kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth before he stopped and quickly spun her around, making her gasp when he pulled her hips back to put her ass on his very hard cock.

  Pushing her long hair back over her shoulder, he spoke in her ear, “This is the last fucking time I will be nice to you if you run away from me again.” He leaned down to bite her exposed ear lobe. “Do you understand me?”

  “Yes.” She moaned when he grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him, and started swaying to the music. She moved against him, letting her ass feel just how hard he was.

  He kissed the faint bite mark on her neck he had given her the week before. “I don’t like how you wore my dress out without me.”

  “Your dress?” She leaned her head back on his chest when his hands slid down to the top of her bare legs.

  “Yes. This is my fucking dress, and from now on, you are only allowed to wear it out with me.” His fingertips went under the dress, making it ride up a little bit more. “I told you I planned to fuck you in this dress.”

  Yes, please. Lake could feel the bottom of her ass ride up against his pants. Leaning forward slightly, she pressed her ass against him more firmly, feeling his hard covered dick just through her panties. She rolled her hips to the music, moving his dick against her.

  His hands moved over her taut ass cheeks, lightly squeezing them before they wrapped around her waist, his hand going between her legs and cupping her pussy. He could feel the slight dampness and heat coming from her panties, revealing she was just as turned on as he was.

  He whispered harshly in her ear, “Do that again, and I’ll fuck you right in the middle of the dance floor.”

  A whimper came from her lips when his finger pressed against her clit before he returned his hand back to her hip. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but Elle and Nero were the closest and they were wrapped up in their own little world as they danced.

  Lake didn’t expect Vincent to not only like dancing, but be good at it, too. She should have known he was, considering he was perfect at everything.

  They continued to dance along to the music, becoming more and more turned on by the second. Dancing against each other, matching their rhythms to the songs, kept them in the moment of wanting to fuck each other, hard. Then it had to be multiplied by ten, considering they hadn’t been with each other for a week.

  When a slow part of the song played, Lake matched her hips ever so slowly, moving her ass against his dick again. It sent chills down her body to feel his hardness smashed between her ass cheeks.

  Vincent was kissing and sucking on his favorite spot of her neck when she had done that, and it made him bite down on the tender flesh.

  “Fuck, baby, what did I tell you?” His voice was strained as he held her still to him.

  After a moment, he was able to take her hand then started tapping on Nero’s arm several times before he finally removed his tongue from Elle’s mouth.

  “We need to go. Now.” His voice still sounded strained.

  “Agreed.” Nero took Elle’s hand, pulling her behind him.

  Lake was glad Vincent still had his judgment; hers was a little hazy. I would have fucked him right here.

  Chapter Fifty

  That Escalated Quickly

  Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing when the doors to the elevator came to a close. The sexual tension between them all stayed high even during the long car ride back. Since they were finally close to being home, it was very obvious what was going to happen when they went their separate ways and the doors came to a close.

  Vincent pulled her closer to him and tugged at her hair so he could bite her bottom lip, his other hand going to her butt, slightly raising the back of her dress.

  She bit his lip back. “Did Lucca tell you where we were?”

  Elle pulled her mouth away from Nero’s, wanting to know, as well.

  He slapped her butt. “Yes, and what did I tell you about getting in the middle between him and Chloe?”

  Lake looked over at Elle, totally ignoring his last comment. “I’m officially Team Amo.”

  “One hundred percent,” Elle agreed.

  “Keep her over there. She’s fucking rubbing off,” Nero said, giving a shooing motion to get back.


  Hey!

  When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Nero quickly pulled Elle off, whispering, “Thank God,” under his breath.

  Vincent pulled Lake off the elevator, his hand remaining on her ass.

  Going to their doors, Vincent and Nero both hurriedly tried to unlock them.

  Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing again and trying not to laugh at the two attempting to get the doors open.

  “Remember what I said about letting him … you know,” Elle whispered to her.

  Nope. “Still not happening,”

  Nero was the first to finally manage to find his key and get the door opened.

  “See you tomorrow, Elle.” Lake laughed when Nero grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled her inside.

  “Hell no.” Nero slammed the door shut.

  Lake’s hand was quickly grabbed and she was jerked inside, making her forget about yelling at Nero through the door.

  Vincent pushed her against the door, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. His hand moved to her pussy, rubbing her through her panties once again.

  She grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer and pressing her body onto his hand, wanting more. Mimicking what he usually did, she used her tongue to get his out so she could suck it hard into her mouth.

  He groaned before he pulled away and leaned down, pulling her over his shoulder.

  “Vincent, what are you doing?” she screamed when he stood and quickly began walking through the house. She tried to stay still when he started walking up the steps, afraid he might drop her.

  “About to fuck you.” He slapped her exposed ass, which was over his shoulder.

  She gasped when he threw her down onto the bed before pulling down her panties and quickly tossing them across the room. Watching him hastily take off his clothes, she was a little disappointed. She had wanted to do it while she took her time kissing and exploring his body. He was rushing too much for that to happen, though, and by the semi-crazed look on his face, he was barely holding it together.

  He threw his shirt to the ground as he stared down at her. “You’re going to let me taste that sweet pussy.”

  Lake tried to back up on the bed. “V-Vincent, you’re going too fast.”

  “Baby, this is me going slow.” He planted another kiss on her lips then quickly spread her legs, making her dress come up over her hips. Leaving her hot mouth, he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs.

  Looking down at him edging closer to her sex, she could feel the wetness begin to pool between her legs. Her chest grew heavy in anticipation. The last thing she expected was him doing—her mouth fell open and all thought was lost when his tongue traced over her folds.

  After his teases of light licks and kisses, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then licked up.

  “You taste fucking delicious.”

  Lake’s legs instinctively tried to close when his tongue slid into her pussy, unable to take the erotic sensation. However, he forced her thighs back down and held them wider for him to nuzzle deeper into her folds. The long strokes continued as he worked deeper into her crevice. Her head fell back, whimpering loudly when he wiggled his tongue inside of her deeply.

  Smiling against her, pleased with himself, Vincent latched onto her clit and sucked the small bud into his mouth.

  She reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair in her hands and pulling. “Vincent!” she said with a moan. His tight suction on her clit was going to make her orgasm any second.

  He lapped at her one last time before he rose and yanked off his pants, groaning when the cold air hit his hard length.

  When he reached out and grabbed her ankles then slowly started pulling her down to the edge of the bed, one thought crossed her mind: He’s going to fucking kill me, isn’t he?

  Grabbing onto her stiletto heels, he pulled them up in the air and lightly kissed her right foot when her ass reached the end of the bed.

  “You are so goddamn hot.”

  “Fuc—” she screamed, covering her mouth when he spread her legs apart then buried his dick inside of her in one swift and precise movement.

  He held his dick there for a moment, holding her still by her thighs, letting her adjust to his size before he slid halfway out then back in. His thrusts were long and slow starting out yet quickly sped up as they both were teetering on the edge after such a long build-up.

  “Harder,” she moaned, wanting him somehow deeper inside her, unable to match his thrusts in that position.

  One of his hands moved from her thigh and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. He squeezed one as he held her thigh tighter, picking up his speed while thrusting harder and harder into her pussy.

  “Fuck, baby, come for me,” he groaned, pinching her nipple.

  That was all Lake needed to lose all control, the orgasm racking her body and causing her pussy to spasm over his cock, which sent him over the edge, too.

  She bit her finger, trying to hush her screams as his thrusts continued, both of them shaking as their orgasms tore through.

  Her eyes fell closed from her haze. He is trying to kill me.

  After a moment of attempting to regain his breath, he went for the dress tangled around her hips, making her sit up so he could pull it over her head. Then he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue inside to claim another part of her.

  “I love you so fucking much.”

  Lake’s heart ached when he spoke those words again to her then climbed into the bed, pulling her to his chest. Something still kept her from saying it, unsure if the lust and the fucking between them had caused her to like him more than she usually did.

  Something also scared her, as the first time they had fucked had been much tamer than this time. His other side was slowly starting to come out, but she could see him fight and torture himself to keep it at bay. Lake knew he didn’t want his dark side to come out on her any more than she did, showing how much he truly loved and cared for her. However, with how fast that had escalated since the last time, she didn’t know how many more times they could fuck before Elle’s words became true.

  “Vincent…” She bit her lip, turning over onto her back to look at him. Something else had been bothering her, and she didn’t know how to say it other than simply coming out with it. “How can you love me? I’m not Italian.”

  “So? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He looked at her in confusion.

  “I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.

  She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future. That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.

  Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”

  “Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.

  “Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”

  Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”

  He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”

  Chapter Fifty-One

  The Peanut Butter To Her Jelly, The Chip To Her Dip, The Pop To Her Tart

  Rolling over w
hen the grogginess of her sleep started to wear off, she ran into a hard body. It was the first time ever she had woken up beside him, proving how far their relationship had come. Lake swallowed the lump in her throat, looking at perfect, sleeping Vincent.

  Oh, shit.

  Vincent sleepily moved her closer to him by pulling her halfway under his naked body.

  She tried to wiggle out from underneath his arm, her thoughts on their relationship too much, but his body had her pinned.

  “Go back to sleep,” Vincent grumbled when she didn’t try to give up.

  “No, I need”—she strained, trying to push him off her—“to get up.”

  He didn’t budge. “No, you don’t.”

  “Yes, I do!”

  “No.”

  Lake sighed. “Vincent, I need to see Adalyn and tell her what a terrible best friend I am.”

  Leaning up, he looked down at her, still pinning her with his body so she couldn’t get free. “So, you’re a terrible best friend just because you fucked her brother? Twice?”

  “Oh, my God.” Lake covered her eyes. Hearing it out loud made it that much worse. Worst best fucking friend ever.

  “Shit happens.” He uncovered her eyes, taking her hands and pinning them to the mattress above her. “And, Lake, I didn’t exactly make it easy on you not to fuck me, so blame it on me.”

  She stared up at him, wondering how in the world it didn’t faze him that he had slept with his sister’s best friend. “So, you don’t feel bad at all for what happened between us?”

  “Am I sorry that I love you and I love fucking you? Fuck no.”

  Damn, when you put it like that… Okay, maybe from Vincent’s standpoint it wasn’t that bad, because well, he was Vincent, and the things he did were iffy anyways. Not to mention, he was Adalyn’s brother, and she would always forgive him.

  He leaned back down, biting the chubby part of her lip. “We can make it three times real quick.”

  “No!” She squeezed herself out from under him as fast as she could before her mind changed. “I’m already going to Hell, and I’d like it if Adalyn wasn’t the one to send me there.”