Chapter 10 Vince #5
“I know.” I kissed her cheek. “You like that, don’t you?”
She arched into my touch like she was made for my hands.
“Fuck, baby… you’re arching for me. Good girl.”
She clutched shoulder tight, desperate, and her nails digging into me, made me groan again.
Every soft touch of hers went straight to my cock.
It was almost unbearable. Her shyness was adorable.
“Babygirl. Can you part your legs a little wider for me?”
She was hesitant. I could feel it.
“It’s just me,” I kissed her jaw. “No need to hide, sweetheart. It’s cute… but baby, you own me.”
She let out a small breath, trusting and opened for me.
“Good girl,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder. “Trust me, baby. I’ve got you.”
I moved my fingers again, slow, deep enough to make her gasp, careful enough that she knew she could stop me with a word. Her thighs trembled around my wrist.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my lips brushing her temple, “letting me touch you… letting me stretch you.”
She whimpered softly. “It’s… it’s a lot.”
“I know,” I soothed, kissing her neck. “That’s why I’m talking you through it. Stay with me.”
Small circles. Working my thumb over her clit. She arched, a small shake of her body.
“Oh—”
Her voice cracked wide open, and I felt my cock throb painfully.
“Oh fuck,” I tightened my arm around her ribs. “That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
She nodded, breathless, her forehead pressing into my jaw. I worked her over. And over. Sliding my fingers in and out. Picking up the pace. Circling her clit. A slightly pinch as I built her. Only to kiss her as she gasped.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” My voice was barely controlled.
“Yes,” she gasped. “I—Vince—”
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Don’t run from it. Let me feel you fall apart.”
Her hips moved, helpless motions she probably didn’t know she was making.
God, I wanted to watch her do that again.
Every shift of her hips, my cock throbbing so hard I thought I might come untouched just from the sight of her.
“You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I moved my fingers just the way her body begged for. “Look at you riding my fingers.”
My restraint was breaking.
“Baby,” I coaxed, voice almost shaking with how much I wanted her, “Can you come for me baby? Can you do that for me?” I kissed her gently. “And I’m here baby. I’m here, okay.”
Her entire body tightened, and I held my breath, watching, waiting,
A soft cry escaped her, her hips trembling.
God.
I was in awe.
Pure fucking awe.
“Oh…baby… fuck…”
I picked up my pace, watching her arch. I couldn’t stop the pace. As she leaned back. Her tits so close. I wanted to suck them. Lick her nipples. But I didn’t want to push our first time.
I held her through it, grounding, kissing her cheek while her body shook. She was so beautiful.
I stroked her clit gently. “That’s it, sweetheart… that’s it. Such a good girl.”
I didn’t pull my hand away. Not when she needed my voice to come down.
“You did so good for me,” I whispered into her hair, kissing her temple,“…the way you came on my fingers. Such a good girl for me baby.”
She didn’t come because I said to. She finished because I’ve timed it perfectly.
I know the shift in her breath when she’s right there, the tightening of her thighs, the way her moan catches in the back of her throat just before it turns into a gasp.
Her hips begin to chase me. That’s when I tell her to come.
And she will every time.
She thinks it’s obedience. But it’s not. She came because I catch her at the exact second she’s ready. And the more I do it, the more her body learns to wait for the sound of it.
Over time, the line starts to blur. Her body begins to associate coming with my voice.
Because I’ve built something inside her. She’ll need me to give her permission.
And when that day comes, when she’s trembling under me, aching, begging, unable to tip over without hearing my voice,I won’t just say the word. I’ll whisper it like a vow.
Because it won’t just be her climax. It’ll be ours.
I hadn’t slept much.
I’d spent most of the night watching her. Thinking about how easily I could’ve made her mine. My dick still hard just from the memory of how she gasped when I kissed her neck. She rolled toward me, still sleepy, and tucked her head under my chin.
“This is the second day I’ve kept you in bed,” she mumbled.
I smirked, hand sliding down her back. “And I’m starting to think I want every day to be like this.”
She tilted her head up, looking up. “Careful, Crow. That almost sounded like love.”
“It sounded like fact,” I muttered.
She laughed, soft against my throat. Her leg shifted again and brushed my dick I exhaled sharply, jaw tightening.
She didn’t notice.
Or maybe she did.
My thoughts were already slipping back, my hand pinning hers, pushing into her pussy, the slow drag of her hips as —I forced a sharp inhale. Stopping my thoughts.
“Madeline, are you hungry? I can make you something.”
She pulled back to look at me.
“Or…” I said slowly, letting my hand trail over her hip, “we could go for another bath.”
She groaned into my chest. “God, you’re trouble.”
My phone buzzed on the bedside table again.
I grinned. “Just an offer.”
“You’re not funny.”
“A little funny.”
She kissed my chest. But then she moved. Sat up. And I felt the loss like a shot to the chest. She slid her legs out of bed slowly, pulling the edge of the sheet with her.
“It’s okay. Probably should let you get back to your life,” she said softly. “Right?” She glanced over her shoulder. “Your phone’s been going off all morning. The world misses you.”
I sat up against the headboard, watching her walk to the chair by the windows, the one she’d left her clothes on the night before.
“Don’t,” I wanted to beg. Fuck. I just wanted to keep her.
She turned.
“Don’t put that on,” I repeated. “Just come back to bed.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
She walked back over to the edge of the bed, heels in her hand. “Because my life’s not paused. Neither is yours.”
“I’d pause it for you.”
She sat beside me and slipped on the heel slowly, then the other. I didn’t hide my stare.
She looked like someone else’s again. Her gaze flicked to my phone vibrating across the nightstand.
“Dynasty wants you back,” she murmured. “Your world misses its enforcer.”
I looked at her. “What about my world needs you in it?”
She smiled but didn’t answer. I took her hand again. “What’s on your schedule?”
“Two deals to finalize. One’s a regional bond split, the other’s a commodity transfer. And a ballet recital.”
“A ballet recital?”
“Not mine,” she added quickly. “I sponsor the company. I’m obligated to go.”
She was already sliding back into the world where I didn’t belong. Her eyes dropped. “I’ll be discreet. No one will know I was with you these last two days.”
And there it was. The thing that dug deepest. She was trying to protect me. Trying to preserve my name. Because she didn’t think hers was worth keeping.
She took a breath, bracing herself. “It’s better if it stays quiet. You don’t need the heat from my side. And I can’t afford another strike against my status. Not now.”
I reached for her hand and curled my fingers around hers. “This isn’t about being ashamed of you.”
“I know that.”
“Good.”
She paused.
I got up and followed her as she got dressed. Only to catch her waist, pulling her close to me.
She smiled up at me. That same soft, knowing smile. The kind you give when you’ve accepted something so deeply it doesn’t even bruise anymore.
“I’m not ashamed of you,” I said again.
“I believe you.”
So I traced my fingers down her side, brought her hand to my chest, and flattened it over my heartbeat.
“You were mine before you stepped in that gallery,” I said. “And you’ll be mine when you walk out of here. Whether they see it or not.”
She was quiet. But she didn’t argue. I kissed her forehead. Then her temple. I sighed, couldn’t prolong it any longer, “Come on. I’ll walk you down.”
We didn’t speak as we moved through the suite.
She straightened her dress, fixed her lipstick in the mirror. Slid her phone into her clutch.
I pulled a black T-shirt over my head and keyed the elevator.
The doors opened. We stepped inside.
She stood beside me, eyes forward, expression unreadable. But I watched her hand twitch once at her side, like she wanted to reach for mine but didn’t.
“You’re going to have a busy day.” She stood beside me, eyes forward, with an expression I couldn’t read. “You’ve got messages from Luca. Rome. Bastion. And someone named Bishop?”
“Security Chief.”
“Is he nice?”
I smiled faintly. “Not really.”
“Still. You should probably text him back.”
“Later.”
“Vince—”
I turned to face her fully. “Do you want to pretend that this never happened?”
She looked up. “No,” she whispered.
“Then don’t act like you’re walking away.” Because that’s what this felt like, again. I hated it.
“I’m not. I’m just—returning. That’s different.”
“Is it?”
The elevator chimed. She blinked fast. “Please don’t make this harder.”
I reached for her chin and tilted her eyes to mine.
“Let me kiss you.”
Her breath caught.
“Last time you ran before I could.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did.”
She stared at me.
I leaned in, slowly, brushing my mouth over hers. Not rushed. Slow and fucking consuming. She kissed me back like she’d been waiting. And I let it wreck me.
Then I stepped back. Our hands dropping just as the elevator doors slid open.