Chapter 15 #3
His brows shot upward as he returned his gaze to mine. “I know. Everything has changed.”
Stiffly nodding, a knot in my throat, I whispered, “Yes, it has,” cupped his nape, and pulled him closer for a heated but gentle kiss.
He groaned, his free hand splaying across my back. Our tongues mingling, my head tipped to get even closer, my fingers adding pressure to keep him near. His hand traveling lower, it cupped an ass cheek and pulled me against his erection.
Suddenly frantic, I pulled away, snatched his cigarette, and tossed them both on the desk. Overwhelmed with a lust I was unfamiliar with, I tugged at his shirt, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor.
“Oh, shit,” he panted, gazing at me in astonishment.
Grabbing the sides of his head, I kissed him again, harder, with more desperation.
After finally managing an orgasm the night before to just be unfulfilled, I was even more frustrated than before when I couldn’t cum, at all.
I needed this man to give that ultimate sense of satisfaction that had been eluding me since the moment he touched me intimately.
He grunted and began fumbling with my sweats, but the string got tangled. I thrust, desperate to feel him touching me. Groaning, he turned his wrist and cupped with a firm squeeze that had me coughing, breaking the kiss. Our foreheads together, my eyelids were clenched.
“Please, Vinny,” I rasped, still holding his head. “Oh, shit, please make me cum.”
He scattered little kisses all over my face, making his way to my ear. His teeth nipping, I shuddered, every hair standing on end. “You ready to cum for me, baby?”
“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m so goddamn ready. I need this.”
He chuckled, the tip of his tongue swirling around my ear. “As soon as I get these fucking pants off you, I’m going to make you feel so goddamn good, Dario.”
Again, I shuddered, needles prickling down my spine. Afraid to open my eyes that I might lose my balance because the world was tipping sideways, I clung to him, my hot breaths bouncing off his face back into mine. “Yes, oh, fuck, yeah, I want that. Cut them. Just fucking cut them off and fuck me.”
Stunned I said those words, I choked on a gasp, my eyelids snatching wide to gaze into his shocked stare. Did I mean that? Holy shit, I did!
Vincent was frozen, no longer even breathing. “Dario.”
Falling back into the haze, my lashes fluttered closed, my tongue snaking out to flick at his mouth. “Oh, shit, Vinny, I want your cock inside me.”
A long, husky, animalistic growl vibrated through my chest from his.
Suddenly, he was manic, tearing at my clothes, his nails scratching my chest. He bit my bottom lip, and I groaned, slumping into his frame, a palm slapping to the window over his shoulder.
Our hips grinding together, his cock was rubbing against mine, throwing me into a pool of fire that scorched me from the inside out.
The wall vibrated from the back door slamming downstairs and we came to an abrupt halt. Gazing into one another’s eyes, we were panting, our lips still touching.
“Vinny?” Violetta called out from the foyer. “I’m making the kids some ice cream. You guys want anything?”
My stomach cramped and my dick jerked, needing to finish this more than I needed air in my lungs. I gulped, praying she left us alone. What the hell was she doing back already? She just left!
“Vinny? Dash.”
This time, her voice was much closer, like, right outside the door closer.
“Oh, shit,” he croaked. We were pressed so close together, I could actually feel his heart bang into his ribs.
“Fuck,” I snapped, stepping away. For a few seconds, we just looked at one another, him stunned, me pissed off. Cursing under my breath again, I hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. Turning on the water, I bent over the sink and splashed some on my face, needing to cool down.
“Yeah? Come in.”
“Hey, you. You two want some ice cream?”
He chuckled and I could hear him lighting a cigarette. “It’s too early in the morning. What happened to breakfast? I thought you guys went on a hike.”
“They’re kind of missing their Daddy, so I decided to come back and spoil my babies.”
“Shit.”
I cursed, as well, gripping the edge of the sink to lean forward.
My head bowed between my shoulders, I closed my eyes, trying to dredge up better memories of my oldest friend.
Where had he gone so terribly wrong? Or, had he always been this way and no one noticed?
Was he always insane, or had his obsession with Violetta turned him into a lunatic?
Did it really matter? We had to kill him.
We had to spill his blood before he spilled ours.
It wasn’t the cops I was worried about at the end of the day, it was the Serpents.
If they suspected, for one second, any of this was premeditated, they would torture us all.
The kids would be safe, but me, Vincent, Violetta, and Tyler would suffer the worst kinds of pain imaginable before we slowly died, pleading for mercy.
“Dammit,” I hissed, banging my fist to the porcelain.
I hated Jackyl for doing this to us. I fucking hated him.