“Fuck me, please,” she moaned, the words unconsciously slipping out as she wiggled her hips back, hoping his cock would slip in.
His telling her ‘good girl’ drove her crazy. He hadn’t called her that in a long time, and it only added more desire to the part inside of her which desperately wanted to please him.
He gripped her hips, stilling her. “If you ever run from me, risk your life, or do anything fucking stupid again, this strong feeling you have right now of wanting me to fuck you will be your punishment.”
Lake almost raised her head as she screamed out in pleasure when he slid his dick in fast and hard, completely filling her. Only the fear of him pulling out kept her down.
“Do it again, and next time my dick won’t slide into your tight, little pussy. Do you understand?” Vincent kept her still and didn’t move the slightest inside of her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She was practically crying, wanting to fuck him uncontrollably and get the release she was dying to have.
His message was loud and clear. This was torturous enough. No way could she survive him not fucking her.
“Good girl,” he crooned then removed his dick from inside of her, only to pound into her again and again.
It was indescribable, the pleasure she felt with each hard thrust in and out of her pussy. She matched his rhythm, pushing back her hips and fucking him for the first time, which made it all the more pleasurable.
He gripped her hips even tighter, fucking her faster and not holding anything back like he usually had.
A new wave of pleasure rolled over her body at his increased speed, taking her closer to the edge of her climax, yet he continued to fuck her, giving her no release. Every time she was about to reach her peak, he would pull out and fill her harshly a few times, starting it all over again.
“Fuck! Please let me come!” she screamed, pushing back onto him harder.
Vincent brought his hands to her front, grabbing her small, perky breasts and pulling her up roughly until her back was at his chest. One of his hands went up to her chin, turning her face to the side so she could meet his eyes.
A low growl escaped his throat. “You are mine, Lake.”
Looking into his eyes, she knew exactly what he wanted but she wiggled her hips, moving his dick inside of her instead.
“Say. It,” he growled, louder that time, holding her still and not giving her release.
So many people had owned Lake, and finally, when no one had a hold of her anymore, he was asking her to submit to him. It was the one thing she had fought so hard against.
“I’m yours,” she whispered to him and herself. She let it show through her eyes so he would believe it and wouldn’t think she was saying it just so he would finish fucking her. “I’m yours,” she whispered to him again with evident need in her voice.
His mouth claimed hers in a possessive kiss before he bent her back over.
“You’re mine,” he told her, grabbing the tops of her shoulders to pound into her harder.
With just a few thrusts, she moaned out her release with abandon, her body rising and falling with the waves that washed through her, only to continue with his release.
Her head fell back down to the ground, her body finally going limp from everything she had been through that day.
Vincent caught his breath before he picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he headed up the stairs.
By the time her head hit the pillow, she was so exhausted she didn’t notice he hadn’t lain beside her until she heard the shower running. She dozed off to sleep for some time yet slightly woke as the bed sank down beside her. She waited for him to hold her, and then felt hurt when he didn’t touch her like he had refused to do earlier.
Turning around, she faced him, seeing the darkness still reigned. “I don’t like it when you don’t touch me,” she confessed to him.
“You still want me to touch you?” he asked, seeming surprised.
Lake’s heart tugged with the realization that the worst side of him was a little unsure of himself.
She scooted a little bit closer to him so he could easily grab her. “Yes.”
When he still didn’t touch her, she whispered another confession, “I love you, Vincent.”
He broke, touching her face before bringing her close to his naked body. “Goddammit, baby, you shouldn’t.”
“I do. I love all of you.” She melted underneath him, giving into him, body and mind.
I love you so fucking much that you will never understand.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
I Really Like It When They Scream
“Where are you going?” Lake wrapped her arms around Vincent’s neck, stopping him from tying his tie.
He grabbed her ass, picking her up off the ground and making her wrap her legs around his waist. “I have to go to work. Aren’t you tired of fucking me yet?”
Lake had been fucked by Vincent mercilessly for two days straight. And fuck no, I’m not tired of it yet. Although, she didn’t think he needed to know that.
She bit his bottom lip, taking it between her teeth. “A little.”
His eyes glowed at her, but the sound of knocking made him growl. “You’re lucky he’s here; otherwise, I would bend you over and spank you for that.”
Uh, please?
After he put her back on the ground, he grabbed her hand and started walking her down the steps as she pushed the sexy image out of her mind.
“Who’s here?”
He gave her one of his hot kisses that always made her forget about anything she was thinking of.
“I’ll be back tonight, and don’t think I won’t fucking spank you for that when I get back.” He left her a jumbled mess in the living room as he went to open the door.
“Wait, you didn’t—” Lake turned her head to see her father standing in the doorway. Tears began to fill her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in so long.
Running toward him, she broke down crying as she was finally able to hug him again.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, kiddo.”
* * *
Vincent stepped up to the door, thinking about the greatest fucking two days of his life. He never would have dreamed in a million years that one girl could take everything he had. And then add another fuck on top. However, Lake was certainly making him feel spoiled as he greedily fucked her every time the urge hit.
Leaving her for the first time in two days was hard, but he had left her in the hands of her father. Lake had made him promise not to tell her father anything that happened, not wanting him to blame himself and spiral in another downward slope. Vincent had only agreed that he wouldn’t tell him until he thought her dad could handle it. Vincent, himself, had to deal with leaving her that day at her mother’s house for the rest of his life. Therefore, sooner or later, the man needed to know what his daughter had been put through.
There was only one thing that stood in his path of spending forever with Lake—motherfucking Lucca.
He had given her one favor to cash in whenever she pleased, and it was literally a ‘get out of jail free card’ in real life. Lucca was a man with so much power and determination that he could make the impossible happen. Yeah, like letting Lake disappear forever.
Vincent hastily knocked on the door, knowing he was going to try his fucking best to keep that from happening.
When the door was opened, he was quickly rushed inside.
“My grandparents are making arrangements for a fake fucking funeral with no body. They should be back in an hour.”
He raised his eyebrow. “An hour?”
“Yes,” she sneered, her hand grabbing his tie. “What are you going to do to me for a whole hour?”
Staring at Ashley before him absolutely disgusted him. She was a dumb fucking bitch who didn’t see anything in front of her fucking face. She had not the slightest clue that he had killed her father, not that he thought she would have cared.
Ashley had moved int
o her grandparents’ house when her father and Lake’s mother had gone fucking crazy, and she didn’t give a damn about her father, only making sure the money he left behind all went into her name. Not only that, but even if he told her he had killed her father to her face, she still would have let him into her house. She wanted to fuck him for one reason—Lake.
Ashley wanted anything Lake had, so the opportunity to fuck her boyfriend had her practically salivating at the mouth.
Vincent grabbed her wrists, squeezing them tightly before he pushed her down to the ground. “Nothing.”
The front door opened, and then the sound of heels clicking filled the room.
“But she will.”
Ashley started to cry. “W-what is going on? What is this bitch doing here?”
“I am so glad you remember me.” A sweet smile crossed her face. “But you must call me Maria.”
Vincent laughed as he went to take a seat.
The jealousy was clear on Ashley’s face when her eyes fell on the blonde in a dress she would die to have. Then her eyes went to her once-expensive nude pumps, which were covered in red stains. She instantly started to get off the ground.
“Bitch! Get out of my hou—”
Striking her in the face with her heel, Maria watched her fall back to the floor, wailing. “I really insist that you call me Maria.”
“Don’t kill her. Just teach her a lesson in how to keep her mouth fucking shut.” Vincent didn’t want to get her hopes up if she went any further. Not that I’d really fucking care either way.
Ashley was screaming as she held her bloody face.
Maria giggled over her screams. “I really like it when they scream.”
The next loud scream that erupted from Ashley’s throat had Vincent almost in bliss. Me, too.
Chapter Sixty
I Am His. Forever.
It had been a week with nothing more eventful than the constant fucking. Thank God.
It was nice to not almost get killed for a whole week; however, she was starting to feel the need to be a little bad. She had learned a little bad was good. She enjoyed being spanked by both the good and bad side of Vincent. Okay, maybe more by the bad.
Lake pulled up her stockings a bit more and then pulled her new dress down, thinking about all the fun she and Sadie had shopping with Vincent’s credit card. Sadie, of course, had the most fun spending his money and made her buy a whole closet full of lingerie from various sex shops. Even when he had looked at the credit card bill, he had said it was completely worth it.
He had also spent the week telling her the deal was off, and she was going to be staying well past the summer. Vincent had even filled out an application for her to attend the university in Kansas City. Lake hadn’t said a word to him in return, though, and she could see it was making him a little upset that she had never fully agreed. But that’s all going to change tonight.
“We’re seriously going to do this again?” Elle said nervously as they stepped out into the hallway and stood in front of the door.
Lake stared at her, her hand hovering over the door. “Um, how was the sex when you got home?”
Elle quickly knocked on the door herself.
Laughing at her friend, she was silenced as the door flew open. “Uh … uh… We were wondering if…”
Both girls swallowed their very dry throats as their eyes went over a very sweaty and very muscled body, clad in only jeans slung low over his hips.
“Yes, darlin’?” Lucca smiled at her, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, his body completely blocking their view.
Lake was lost a moment before her eyes snapped back up to his face. “Wondering if you could take us to Poison again,” she blurted out.
Paying them back, his eyes roamed over their bodies. “I’ve got a better way to make them jealous, darlin’. Would you two like to come in and find out?”
Ye—
Elle cleared her throat. “No, thanks. We’re going to dance, but Vincent and Nero paid the guard to make sure we don’t leave.”
Lake bit her lip, shaking her head when he looked at her for a response, unable to speak. She was afraid her voice might betray her.
His eyes rolled over them one last time. “That’s a shame. Give me ten minutes.”
Elle and Lake’s heads moved to the side as he shut the door, hoping to get a peek inside. When the door closed, they both let out a breath.
“Damn, was it bad that I wanted to go in?” Lake started walking around in circles, fanning herself.
“Hell no. I wanted to see what was in there, too, and I fucking hate him.” Elle leaned her back against the wall, resting the back of her head.
Lake looked over at Elle. “Team Lucca?”
Elle looked back at her. “Maybe for like an hour … or a day…”
Yeah … a day at the most.
They both practically jumped when the door came open, a freshly showered and dressed Lucca appearing.
“Are you sure you’re not trying to make them jealous?” Lucca asked, walking down the hallway.
Elle tried to explain, “No, the point isn’t to make them jealous. We don’t even dance with anyone.”
“Yeah, it’s just to have fun and make them a little mad when we get home,” Lake added.
“I see.” Lucca passed the guard. Then the guard stopped Lake and Elle behind him.
“You two know damn well I can’t let you go down the elevator, especially when you’re looking like that. Nero and Vincent will fucking get my ass fired.”
Lucca hit the button and pulled out a couple of hundreds from his pocket. “You’re a better man than me. I would have at least asked to fuck them to let them pass.” He put the money in the guard’s top coat pocket then wrapped his arms around Lake and Elle’s shoulders. “Do that, though, and I’ll fucking slit your throat.”
“No, sir, I wouldn’t.” The guard stood back, letting them pass.
“I’ll make sure to tell them you put up a good fight, and you deserve more money for what you do.” He led the girls onto the elevator.
The guard nodded at him. “Thank you, sir.”
Lake and Elle’s mouths were on the floor as the door slid shut.
Holy Jesus Christ God almighty, I feel sorry for—
“So, you don’t want me to tell Nero and Vincent you’re at Poison?” Lucca broke the silence when the elevator moved down a few floors.
Lake revealed to him the other reason they had wanted him to come. “Nope, we totally want you to.”
* * *
“There they are! Quick, act sexy like we did last time.” Lake hurriedly moved behind Elle and placed her hands on her hips, moving behind her.
“Oh, shit, they look pissed!” Elle yelled, looking out of the corner of her eye carefully.
“Only because they see what we’re wearing. They’ll get over it.” Lake moved Elle’s strawberry-blonde hair off to one shoulder sexily, which also displayed her awesome boobs.
She watched Nero step in front of Elle as she felt hands circle her waist and spin her around. She was anxious to find out which Vincent she was going to meet. The best fucking part was being able to fuck two guys without it being cheating. Lake had fully claimed herself as the luckiest girl in the world.
Her hair was grabbed, and she was forced to look into glowing eyes. Mmm … bad Vincent.
Practically reading her mind, he grasped her hair in his hands tighter, pulling down so her mouth was wide fucking open for his tongue to slide in and possess her.
“You know you’re not allowed to wear my fucking outfits out without me, and you know the punishment for running from me,” he growled at her.
She was already out of breath by the time he got done kissing her. “I-I didn’t run from you. I made sure Lucca brought me here safely and told him to tell you where I was going. I thought you would like to find me like this for you.” She slightly pulled up the front of her dress, revealing her lace thigh-high stockings.
Spinn
ing her back around, his hands went up the top of her thighs then gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his hard dick. “I do, and this is how much I appreciate it, baby.”
Lake moved her hips in the way that always killed him, rolling her ass back on him until his cock was perfectly between her ass cheeks.
“Good girl,” he appraised her before he bit down on her neck.
I fucking love it when he says that.
She continued the motion, feeling him grow harder with each roll of her hips. Lake had him fully erect and groaning in a matter of minutes. A couple more rolls, and he will—
Vincent was snapped out of his Heaven when Lake was snatched from his grasp. Looking up, Elle had taken her to dance in front of her while Nero danced smugly behind Elle. They were all dancing in one sexy train, which Vincent wasn’t a part of.
Lake laughed at him when he tried to grab her back but Elle and Nero held her hips, keeping her from leaving.
“I told you, fucker, that I’d get you back for all your bad timing,” Nero hissed and laughed at him all at the same time.
“Motherfucker, I didn’t interrupt you when Elle was sucking your dick in the closet.” He snatched Lake back when Elle dropped her hands in shock. “I waited till after.”
Lake laughed hysterically while Vincent quickly moved her through the crowd away from Nero. Vincent fought as dirty as he talked, and she didn’t think Nero was going to do that again any time soon.
Taking her to a quieter spot in the back, he pushed her against a wall, resting his hand over her throat and rubbing his thumb over her pulse. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she told him, letting him feel that it was the truth. She hadn’t expected those words from him after he pushed her against the wall. Mmm … I love the good Vincent.
“You do?” he continued to rub over her pulse.
She looked back into his baby-blues. “I asked Lucca for my favor today.”
His thumb stopped moving. “What did you ask for?”
Seeing the nervousness in his eyes made her heart ache to get rid of it. “I asked him to make my father into a made man.”
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