Chapter 19 #3
Before he could even say a word, I was in his face. “Say the wrong thing to me right now, Vincent, and see what happens,” I warned. “If the next words out of your mouth don’t start with an apology-”
That was as much as I got out before his lips came crashing down on mine.
It wasn’t a kiss. No, it was way too brutal for that.
It was him claiming me…punishing me, even. But that didn’t make me love it any less. Or not return the treatment.
I was barely aware of him dropping his gun onto the island behind me, and then both his arms wrapped around me in a brutally tight hold.
We each fought to control the kiss, but when Vincent won out, I gladly gave him my mouth.
My back hit the island behind me and a second later, cool air greeted my skin as my sweats were pushed down.
Vincent kneaded my ass as he maneuvered me backwards past the island.
It wasn’t until I heard the sound of dishware breaking that I realized we’d reached the table and he’d cleared it with one sweep of his arm.
The edge of the table bit into my ass as Vincent consumed my mouth.
Neither of us had spoken a word, but we didn’t need to.
I knew what he wanted…it was the same thing I wanted.
No, needed.
My cock throbbed as Vincent’s jeans brushed against it.
I let out a harsh cry, and then I was frantically trying to get his pants undone.
I’d barely gotten the zipper down when he spun me around and forced me face-first down over the table.
I grabbed onto the edges of it as Vincent began humping my ass.
At some point his pants were gone and his bare cock was pressing against me.
Hungry.
Seeking.
Desperate.
Vincent’s fingers clawed at my shirt as he pushed it up, and then his nails were raking gently down my back. He kept rocking against me, his dick working its way into my crease. I bucked back against him.
“Vincent,” I called out, my voice rough and needy. When he suddenly pulled away from me, I cried out in protest and rose enough so I could look over my shoulder.
But he hadn’t gone far.
Only the few feet it had taken him to reach the counter next to the stove.
He swiped a bottle of olive oil off the countertop and ripped at the top.
The cap went sailing and he carelessly dumped some of the oil on his fingers.
My eyes fell to his angry, flushed cock as he covered it in the slick substance.
The bottle of olive oil hit the floor but didn’t shatter as he closed the distance between us.
Vincent was back on me within seconds. His mouth covered mine as his fingers pressed between my ass cheeks and then he was pushing an oil-covered digit deep inside of me.
I gasped at the burn as he stretched me and moments later, another finger was joining the first. My body began trembling so bad, I had no choice but to drop my chest back down to the table.
“God, Vincent, fuck me…please!” I cried, not caring at the picture I must have made.
His finger nudged my gland and my whole body jerked. But the pleasurable sensation didn’t last because suddenly his fingers were gone and his cock was sliding into me. The pain was intense, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper.
And luckily, he gave me exactly what I wanted.
I let out a hoarse shout as he surged into me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I reached behind me to grab his thigh.
But not to stop him.
No, just to hold onto him.
Because it felt so damn good I was sure I’d float away into nothingness if I didn’t have him to ground me.
He began fucking me hard. The table rattled beneath me and I desperately clung to it as his body pushed mine forward. His dick was hot and hard inside of me and his fingers were digging into my hips as he held me for his pummeling.
After just a few strokes, Vincent draped himself over my back and his hands covered my wrists, pinning my arms to the table. “Mine,” he growled into my ear as he ruthlessly fucked me.
I wanted to tell him yes, but I was too overcome by the pleasure that was scorching up my spine. The orgasm was coming hard and fast, and I both welcomed it and was terrified of it at the same time. I was completely powerless and at his mercy, but I’d never felt safer.
He kept repeating the word “mine” over and over as he rammed into me.
I might have managed to agree with him, but I wasn’t sure.
I felt one hand sift through my hair as he tangled his fingers in my locks.
He held me that way, one hand pinned to the table, the other holding my head at an angle so he could kiss me, and his entire weight holding me down against the unforgiving table as he ravaged my body in the best way.
I managed to use my free hand to reach above me to hold onto his head.
It was the only movement he granted me, but it was enough.
“So close,” I choked out as I desperately reached for the orgasm that was just beyond my grasp. Vincent’s teeth closed over the sensitive lobe of my ear, and then the hand from my hair disappeared and suddenly wrapped around my painfully hard cock.
“Come for me, Nate,” he said softly, his voice so very different from the brutal way he was claiming me.
My name on his lips was enough to send me over.
I cried out in relief as I came. My body jerked and bucked uncontrollably beneath his as he stroked me through the climax.
Seconds later, he roared in my ear and shoved ruthlessly into me and held there.
I moaned as the heat that began to burn my insides set off another orgasm.
It was then that it finally registered that he’d taken me without a condom. That the warmth I was feeling was his release filling me up. The knowledge had me shuddering in disbelief.
And excitement.
Vincent’s body continued to jerk against mine for several long moments before he finally relaxed and settled all his weight on me.
But it didn’t take long before he was pulling free of me.
I was too exhausted to move. I sensed rather than saw him standing just behind me, and it took every bit of strength I had to turn my head to seek him out. His eyes were on my ass.
And I knew why.
Even now, I could feel his semen seeping out of me and down my thigh.
Vincent lifted his eyes to mine and I saw the confusion there. He reached down to quietly pull his pants up, and then he was gone.
I managed to get myself to my feet. As I pulled my sweats up, I shook my head at the sight that greeted me.
Broken dishes and half-eaten food on the floor, a pool of olive oil spreading over the tile. Vincent’s discarded gun still sitting on the island next to the watch I’d broken.
My body continued to tremble as I stepped around the mess and left the kitchen. Part of me said to give Vincent some space, but I couldn’t do it. That look in his eyes as he’d stared down at my ass had scared me.
Like something big had been happening in his head as he’d watched me.
Something I wouldn’t like.
I hurried up the stairs and went directly to his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head hung. His hair was damp, and I suspected it was because he’d washed his hands and then run them through his hair at some point.
“Not now, Nathan,” Vincent ground out.
I ignored him and went to stand in front of him. “Yes, now,” I said.
He shook his head and then got up to step past me. But he didn’t leave the room. Instead, he went to the set of glass French doors that led out to a small balcony. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?” he asked quietly.
Too quietly.
I was used to pissed-off, reactive Vincent.
Emotionless Vincent.
I knew how to handle him. This Vincent…this Vincent was a different story altogether.
“Do you have any idea the things I thought were happening to you? The things I was thinking about if I couldn’t get to you in time?”
In truth, I hadn’t given it much thought. I’d been pissed and scared, and I’d reacted in the only way I’d known to get him back here. Guilt tore through me as I remembered the story he’d told me about his brother.
Never in a million years would I have thought he’d be feeling that same terror…not for…me.
“I’m sorry, Vincent-”
“Don’t be sorry,” he interjected. “Go pack your shit. You’re getting your wish.”
Heat washed through me. “What…what wish?”
But he didn’t answer me.
And he didn’t need to, because I already knew the answer.