54. Vincent #2
There it is. She doesn’t calm the war inside me; she gives it purpose.
She watches me the whole time until we arrive in my cabin.
“I’ll get the pipe stove going,” I say when she shivers.
“You don’t have to. Just carry me to the bed.” She gestures softly. “You have a million wool blankets, and when we’re…we can share body heat.” She blushes and tucks a curl behind her ear.
“Fine with me.”
I draw back the blankets with one hand, then slowly lower her onto the bed.
“You don’t have to take off the hoodie if you don’t want to,” she tells me while peeling her stockings off, then removing the cap and setting it on the bedside table.
I blink. Feels like I just got the wind knocked out of me. A muscle ticks in my jaw. I make the split-second decision. “Take it off, Girly.”
She flicks her head to me, and I’m there, not in the bed but crouching before her…
so close. My dick twitches at the smell of her.
Chai tea and pine. She bites her lower lip, but her hands snap to my hoodie like she’s afraid I’ll change my mind.
She unzips it slowly, studying the tattoos my black tee doesn’t hide.
Once she slides the hoodie off my shoulders and gingerly places it on the table beside the cap, Briella turns back to me and drops the blanket. “Your turn.”
I lower my brows, confused, until she brushes her fingers along the dress.
Oh. Okay.
It’s a different feeling. All the other women…they did a hollow striptease. Some were even brought to me naked.
Briella is inviting me.
As I slowly slide the dress up and up, showing more and more lily-white skin, my pulse pounds.
It pounds differently with her—less like thunder, more like armor sliding into place.
Another few moments, and we’re both naked and cocooned inside a host of blankets.
Her palms on my chest, right above my hammering heart.
Fuck, the way she feels against me. She makes the beast in me brace for a new battle—one worth bleeding for. My shaft hardens against her stomach.
“Tell me something true.”
Her words were so soft, I almost didn’t hear. “Like what?” I trace circles along her lower back.
“I don’t know. Anything.”
“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her forehead. “And the best thing that could have happened to us.”
“Something I don’t already know, Tats.”
“Hmm…” I don’t stop tracing over the puckered scar marks. “I’m the oldest.” My one card.
“Oh?” She glances up.
I look down. “Surprised?”
“A little. I just assumed Raphael was. How old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?”
Now, her fingers trace my tattoos. She doesn’t mind that I’m hard for her. She just snuggles closer. “Um…I’m twenty-five. So, maybe seven years older?”
I shrug. “Higher.”
“Ten years?”
I cup her chin. “Higher.”
“Twelve?”
I kiss her, slow and deep, because she deserves it. She deserves to be rocked down to her bone matter…all night long.
“Why do you like me calling you Vinny?” she asks, her throat still arched in longing.
“Sounds better coming from you than all the crowd cheers. Used to make me feel like a weapon. But you make me feel like a shield.”
“I like that. A shield.”
When she touches her lips to an inked skull on my chest, a forge sparks to life inside me, surging heat in my skin and blood straight south.
“What are the skulls for?” she wonders, rubbing her mouth along each one.
Fuckfuckfuck, my throat tightens. “Kills. Wins.”
“There are a lot of them.” She flicks her tongue on my skin.
All my muscles flex. “Mmm…God, fuck, Girly, what are you doing?”
“The snakes?”
When her tongue traces them, moving lower, gliding along my stomach…fuck, I can’t help it, I grab her curls. “Stop now, Briella. I can’t focus. I’ll lose control.”
“Good. Lose control. It’s about time.” She peers up at me from my hard-packed stomach. “Snakes?”
“Poison fights. They’d dope us up. See who could fight the best with enhancers that made us half-blind, half-dead sometimes.”
“The daggers here and here.” She kisses each forearm, the gashes worn into the flesh.
My breath heaves. “Stab wounds I survived.”
She touches my thighs, and I throw my head back, teeth cutting around the growl in my chest.
“The hammers…” She draws a finger along each one, inches from my heavy rod.
“Not every win ended in killing.” I tighten my grip on her curls, throbbing again, jerking toward her. “But they were knockouts.”
She takes me in her hand. Shitfuck, I release one hand to fist the sheets.
For the past four weeks, I’ve done nothing. Shut myself down after Raphael returned. A hand job now and then with Jude, but he hasn’t pressed, and he’s been too busy helping Briella. Just like I stay busy, feeding the animals, keeping them warm in the winter.
And now, her hand is all warm silk, clutching but not moving yet. Fucking destroying me more than a thousand opponents ever could.
“The chains here?” I hear the smile before she lowers her head.
“Fuck, Girly, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I growl when she twists and coils her tongue all over my length, following the chain tattoos.
“Vinny, you’re strong. So strong.” She stares at me, tears on her cheeks. She whispers, unsteady, just above my heart. “You’re always there. You watch over us all. But has anyone ever watched over you?”
I blink. Silence stretches between us, heavy as stone.
She lifts her hand and presses her palm to my bare chest, right over the largest skull. “Has anyone ever been your shield?”
My throat works. I want to say something clever. Deflect. But she doesn’t give me the chance.
“Let me be your shield tonight, Vinny.”
Her soft words strike like a blade sliding between my ribs. “Just…take off the armor. Let me be here for you tonight like you were for me earlier.”
I grab her wrist gently, but firmly. “You don’t have to do this, Briella.” Not for a broken thing like me.
Her expression flashes with something furious and beautiful. “It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to do this—with any man, Vinny. So with all due respect…” She leans in, tongue flicking my crown, baring her teeth with a feminine snarl. “Fuck you.”
Then, she seals her lips to my length and wraps me in the velvet heat of her mouth. I forget everything. My name. The skulls. The chains. Every brutal second in the pit.
She’s slow, reverent, purposeful—taking me down and down until she swallows me into her throat. Fuck, I watch her, not fathoming because it was never this goddamn good!
When her tongue twirls under my cock, it feels like she’s rousing something in me back to life. My chest heaves with the pressure, my balls heavy and ready to explode. Then, she cups them. Then, her beautiful eyes find mine.
It’s all it takes for me to snap. I grip the back of her head, force her down harder. One more drag of her tongue, and I jerk, coming violently, groaning and thrusting through it all until my grip loosens, and she slowly slides up. Even more wrecked because she swallowed me down. Every last drop.
I’m still panting like a damn dog when she rests her cheek against my thigh, her lips swollen, her breath hitched.
“Fuck, are you okay?” I’m on the verge of beating myself up.
“I’m fine. I’m good,” she says with a sweet, goofy smile. “But I’m wet. Like really wet.”
I chuckle softly and grip the back of her neck, looking her dead in the eye. “Come here, Girly. You’re going to sit on my face so I can rectify the need in your wet pussy.”
“Um, Vinny? I’m not exactly a light daisy. And I can’t hold myself in that position. My leg…” she trails off, her shoulders drooping with the awareness of her limitations.
I drag her up, crush her mouth with mine, hot and hard, even as my dick swells again. Hovering above her lips, I stare dead on and growl, “Sit. On. My. Fucking. Face. Briella.”
Gasping as I get her in position, she grabs the headboard, her thighs spread. Her hips come down. And soaked heaven meets my mouth. I anchor my hands on her ass, holding her with my strength, keeping her at the slightest hover. Then, I devour.
The first time I’ve ever truly devoured a woman.
Her body jolts, but I control her, maintaining a strong hold.
God, she tastes like sin and cinnamon. All that warmth fills my mouth, and I probe, lick her faster.
I’m untrained, unskilled—not like Jude. But I make up for it with my grit, and she starts to writhe, and I let her.
Love all the sounds of pleasure she makes above my face.
Love the sight of those tits bouncing, those nipples hard from the cold air while she squirms, trying to claim what only I will give her.
Love how she cups her breasts and tugs at her nipples.
I circle my tongue around and around her swollen clit until her thigh muscles clench. Like I’ve seen Jude and Seth do. She grips the headboard for dear life, throws her head back, and gasps and moans as I lick her through her climax, coating my face with her juices.
Careful with her leg, I lower her slowly, groaning when she throws her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.
I’m still kissing her, fisting her hair when I bring her down on my cock, sliding all the way inside her, impaling her on my raging erection.
She moans like an angel, not breaking the kiss.
I take her with her straddling me, gripping her hips, helping her ride me.
All those hot, wet inner walls grip me, gushing all over me.
Her soft, full breasts bounce against my chest until I can’t ignore them.
Burrowing my fingers into her back, I lower my head and suck her breast, rolling my tongue over the stiff nipple.
She hisses and clenches tighter around me.
“Vinny,” she sighs, her gaze moving down. Tears glimmer through hazel gems.
“Say it again,” I growl against her breast, flicking the bud with my tongue.
“Vinny.”
“Louder,” I snarl and bite the nipple.
“Ugh, Vinny!” she raises her voice, squeezing all those muscles around me. My body shudders.
I lift one hand to grip the back of her neck, stare into her beautiful eyes, and command, “Scream my name so loud, my brothers will know I’m tearing up that pussy tonight.”
And she does. I finger her swollen clit, hilt myself in her, and she screams her orgasm as I shoot my load in her.
Then, I roll her over onto her back and plunge back into her wet heat. I fuck her. She wrecks me. All night long, I show her how she makes me feel less like a weapon and more like a warrior. One serving a higher purpose.
She sharpens every broken edge of me, not to wound, but to wield me better. Sharp. Chosen. Needed.
Worthy.