Chapter 17
The next week was like something out of a twisted fairytale. Vince and I fell into an unexpected rhythm, each day blurring into the next as we played our parts to perfection. We fooled his family and friends, making them believe our love was genuine. Our days were filled with smiles and flirty looks, our nights with crazy passion.
There were moments that felt almost real. The way Vince would laugh at my crude jokes, the way he’d brush a stray hair from my face, the way he’d pull me into a kiss when no one was watching. It was all part of the act, but it was easy to forget that when his touch set my skin on fire.
We spent our mornings having leisurely breakfasts on the terrace, making small talk with his family. His father, a stern and imposing man, would ask Vince about business, and Vince would answer with a confidence that made me proud. His mother, cold and distant, would eye me with suspicion, but I’d smile sweetly and play the perfect fiancée.
Afternoons were spent exploring the grounds. We’d take long walks through the gardens, pretending to admire the flowers while stealing heated kisses behind the hedges. We’d ride horses along the trails, the wind whipping through our hair, and I’d laugh like I hadn’t in years. It felt almost normal, like we were just another couple in love.
But the nights were something else entirely. Vince and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked all over the mansion, unable to resist the pull between us. It was like we were addicted to the danger, to the thrill of being caught. One night, we ended up in the grand library, Vince bending me over the mahogany desk, my moans echoing off the walls.
The weirdest place we found ourselves in was the wine cellar. It was one of those days where we couldn't keep our hands away from each other, the need for secrecy only amplifying our lust. Vince led me down a narrow staircase, the air growing cooler and damper as we descended. The cellar was vast, lined with rows upon rows of dusty wine bottles. The musty, earthy scent of aged wine filled the air, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the stone walls. It felt like a hidden sanctuary, a place where we could disappear from the world above.
“Ever been down here?” Vince asked, his voice a low rumble.
“No,” I replied, my eyes scanning the endless rows of bottles. “This is a first.”
He smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me deeper into the cellar. “Then let’s make it memorable.”
Without warning, Vince pushed me against a stack of crates, his mouth crashing onto mine with a ferocity that took my breath away. The rough wood dug into my back, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against me.
His hands roamed over my body with a desperate need, tearing at the fabric of my dress. The sound of ripping cloth echoed in the stillness, and the cool air hit my exposed skin, sending shivers throughout my body. Reaching down, he undid his belt, and I braced myself for the assault that would follow.
“Fuck, Vince,” I moaned, biting his lip as he thrust his huge dick into me. “We’re gonna get caught.”
"I don't care," he growled, into our kiss. “I need you.”
As he pulsed into me, his eyes darted to the wine bottles lined up neatly on the shelves. With a wicked grin, he reached for one, a bottle covered in dust and cobwebs.
“How much do you think this is worth?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief.
“I have no idea,” I panted, barely able to think straight.
“How about two hundred grand,” he said, and with a flick of his wrist, he cracked the neck of the bottle against the crate. The wine gushed out, dark and rich, pouring down my chest. He bent over, his tongue tracing the path of the wine, licking it off my skin. The sensation was electric, the wet wine cooling me while he had me so hot.
As my fingers weaved through his dark hair, he eagerly lapped up the wine from my cleavage as he moved in me.
“Vince,” I gasped, my body trembling with desire. “This is insane.”
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. “You love it.”
I did. The danger, the recklessness, the sheer audacity of it all. It was exhilarating. Vince’s hands moved to my hips, lifting me onto the crate. The rough wood scraped against my thighs, but the pain only heightened the pleasure. He pushed my legs apart, his fingers digging into my flesh of my inner thighs as he drove into me even deeper now, with the wild intensity I’d come to expect from him.
Our moans filled the cellar. The smell of sex mingled with the musty scent of wine and old wood. The rush of almost getting caught made it even more thrilling, and I was on the verge of pure joy. Vince was going nuts, his big balls slapping my ass as he was about to finish.
Right when we got to the top, the cellar door creaked open. I totally froze, my heart pounding like crazy. Melissa was in the doorway, looking absolutely disgusted.
“What the hell is going on here?” she demanded, her voice echoing off the stone walls.
I couldn’t help but smirk, even as Vince continued to move inside me. “Can’t you see? We’re fucking.”
“Get out,” Vince barked, not even pausing in his thrusts.
Melissa flipped out, turned red, and stormed out, slamming the door. Being caught by Vince’s ex heightened my pleasure, and I got off harder than ever.
Afterward, we lay on the cold floor, catching our breath. “That was close,” I said, a laugh bubbling up in my chest.
Vince looked at me, a wicked grin on his face. “You loved seeing the look on her face.”
I didn’t deny it.
“You can thank me,” Vince revealed. “I invited her down here. Made her think she had a chance.”
“You did not? That’s ballsy.”
Vince laughed. “I know you love these big balls.”
The danger, the risk, it was all part of the allure. But as we lay there, the reality of our situation crept back in. We were playing a dangerous game, one that could fall apart at any moment.
Because we didn’t talk about what would happen after the fake wedding. Vince was supposed to get his position, and I was supposed to go my own way. But with each passing day, the lines between real and pretend blurred further. I had no idea what any of it meant, didn’t know if Vince felt the same confusion that I did.
All I knew was that, for now, I was in too deep to back out. And as long as Vince wanted me, I was willing to play along. Even if it meant risking my heart.