Chapter 42
Chapter
Forty-Two
Luna
I rouse from sleep to find Vince’s tongue between my legs. “Mmm. I still hate you, but this feels too damn good.” My thighs fall open as my hand moves to his head, running my nails through his hair.
“That’s a dollar, but sorry, Luna, I’m not going to let you feel too damn good,” he says against my clit.
“Owe me ninety-one, and why the hell not?”
He looks up from between my legs; the sight alone is nearly enough to cause me to come. “Six days.”
“I should’ve shot you last night.” I give his head a shove.
Vince laughs, nipping my clit with his teeth, and I yelp. He flips me on my stomach, rising up on his knees. “Ass in the air for me, piccola .”
I move to my knees with my face still on the pillow, wiggling my ass. “Like this, Daddy?”
“Mmm, perfect,” he agrees.
I expect him to fuck me, but holds my ass cheeks together as he slides his dick back and forth between them. “I don’t ever want you wearing those leggings around my brother again. Nobody gets to see this beautiful ass but me.”
I grip the sheets. “Your brother’s into Bridget.”
“I don’t care. This ass belongs to me. And as soon as your punishment is over, this asshole will belong to me.”
“No fucking way am I letting your huge dick inside there.”
He groans, sliding his dick back and forth while squeezing my ass cheeks together. “Where there’s a will, there’s always a way.”
“Nothing like Vince’s words of wisdom to start off my morning.”
He spreads my ass cheeks wide, and shocks me by spitting on my asshole.
“Vince!”
He rubs his finger gently in circles, and my asshole puckers while my pussy clinches. “Tell me that doesn’t feel nice.”
Weirdly, it does feel nice. Like really nice. He keeps applying pressure, and I moan.
Vince abruptly removes his finger.
“That doesn’t feel nice,” I grumble.
He laughs, shoving my cheeks back together as he thrusts his dick back and forth, and it’s not long before he finds his release, coming all over my ass.
“Go back to sleep while I make breakfast.”
I glance at the clock; it’s not quite six. “With fucking pleasure.”
“That’s the only pleasure you get today; do not touch this greedy little cunt, Luna. I mean it.”
I huff loudly. “Fine.”
He hustles to the bathroom and returns with a wet rag. Wiping his cum off my ass, he kisses me on the top of my head and walks out .
I feel like I’ve just fallen back to sleep when he nudges me. “Luna, get up.”
“No.” I pull my pillow over my head.
He jerks the pillow off me and tosses it across the room. “We have to pick up Kat and her friend.”
“Have fun picking up Kat and her friend.” I close my eyes.
A surprised squeal escapes my lips as Vince grabs me up and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me to the bathroom. “My boss told me to pick up his wife and her friend. It’s an emergency situation. You have five minutes.” He places me on my feet.
“Wife? Kat and Fabio are married? Since when?”
“Since yesterday. Four minutes.”
“That question didn’t take a minute!” I call after him.
I get ready as fast as humanly possible, and we’re off.
“What happened? Why are we picking them up?”
“Don’t know.”
“Don’t know, or won’t tell?” I challenge.
“I don’t know anything other than what I’ve told you,” Vince admits. “Since we’ll have to miss your morning practice, why don’t you do some online training,” he suggests.
“You expect me to practice chess on an empty stomach?” I bitch.
He pulls off at the next convenience store. Hustling in and out, he hands me a bag.
After the olive oil and salt purchase, I’m concerned about what’s in the bag, but I’m relieved to find a muffin and soda. “Thanks.”
“Yep. And you still drink too much soda.”
I pop the top and take a sip, making an Ahhh sound. “Fine, I’ll practice online, but you’re the one who has to tell Coach I’m bailing this morning. He’s already pissed at me.”
Vince cuts me a look. “Wonder why?”
Ignoring him, I grab my laptop from my backpack and balance it on my lap, beginning a game against the computer as I nibble on my muffin. I recreate the game with Aspen, and this time, I don’t make a silly blunder.
Glancing up, we’re in the middle of freaking nowhere, with Kat and a woman hanging out in an abandoned gas station parking lot. “Why are Kat and her friend here?”
“Still don’t know.”
Vince pulls up beside them, rolling my window down and leaning over me. “Ladies, get in.”
Kat and her friend scramble into the back, and Vince takes off.
“Hi, Kat,” I say, craning my neck. “Who’s your friend?” I ask about the woman who looks like she’s in shock.
“Luna and Vince, this is Taylor.” Kat introduces us.
The woman stares ahead with glassy eyes.
“Looks like you two have been through some shit. That seems to happen around these men,” I muse.
“Luna, that’s enough,” Vince warns. “Shouldn’t you be practicing?”
“I have a chess tournament coming up,” I explain to everyone. “And I already have a chess coach,” I snipe at Vince, but get back to my online game.
Finishing my game, I realize we’ve gone down the shore and are pulling into the driveway of a beach house.
“Where are we?” Taylor’s friend asks with a yawn.
“My house. Well, mine and my husband’s,” Kat answers.
“Husband?” Taylor gasps. Glad I’m not the only one in the dark around here.
“A lot’s happened since we last talked,” Kat tells her friend.
Vince rolls the back window down, and Kat punches in the gate code.
The gate swings open, and we pull through and park. “We’re all going to hang tight until Fabio gets here,” he announces, opening the back door before hustling around and opening mine .
“And hanging with Vince is about as much fun as you’d imagine,” I say, fucking with him. “Oooh, I want to hang at the pool,” I amend when we walk through the courtyard.
Vince shakes his head. “Everyone inside.”
“See what I mean.” I roll my eyes.
We follow Kat inside the house. She heads straight for the liquor cabinet, pouring herself and her friend a shot of whiskey.
Vince is checking out the house, I guess as a security measure, and I take the opportunity to sneak over and grab the bottle. I have no interest in drinking; I’m just trying to push him to see if I can get him to break on the six days. He held firm the last time I was in trouble, but today’s a new day.
God, now I’m the one with the Vince-isms.
“Don’t even think about it,” Vince tells me, now standing at the doorway.
Slamming the bottle down, I shake my ass to a chair and sit. I put on my headphones and open up my laptop, pretending to be engaged in a game so I can hear what’s being said.
Kat and her friend walk to the other side of the room and have a side conversation, but I’m too far away to catch any of it.
The door opens, and in walks the boss of AC holding a takeout bag and two coffees. Fabio no sooner places everything down on the entrance table when Kat jumps into his arms. The two attack each other with their mouths.
I glance over to Vince; we hold eye contact before I dart my attention back to my computer screen.
“Vince, thank you. I’ve got it from here,” Fabio says when he comes up for air.
“No problem, skipper. Luna,” Vince calls to me, and I put my laptop in my bag and follow him to the door.
“Bye, Luna. Good luck with your tournament,” Kat tells me .
“Thanks.”
I’m silent on the way home, wondering what it would be like to kiss Vince the way Kat kissed Fabio—with reckless abandon.
Forget reckless abandon. Vince and I haven’t even shared a chaste peck on the lips. Not that he doesn’t want to; he’s made it perfectly clear he wants my lips. I glance over to his side profile, Vince lost in his own thoughts.
He’s so handsome and funny and annoying and thoughtful and controlling…and oh my God, I think I know what it is.
“What’s the scowl for this time?” Vince catches me staring at him.
“Nothing.”
“Why won’t you kiss me?” he asks.
Because it’s the only defense I have left in this game between us.
“Why won’t you tell me how you lost your eye?” I counter.
He’s silent.
“Yeah, I thought so.”