Vincent (22 page)

Chapter Forty-One

Forgive Me, Father, For I Have Sinned

Lake slowly walked up the steps when she realized there was nowhere else to go. Vincent was her ride home and after the night he’d had, she knew running away from him wasn’t going to make him very happy. As much as she would like to run, it was only going to make things far worse for her. It definitely wasn’t wise to test Vincent after he had practically tried to kill a man. Besides, she had spent a month with him, day and night, and had learned how to handle him. Although, she
did
feel a little bit over her head as she realized their relationship might be taking a turn.

I’ve got this under control. Nothing is even going to happen.

Going up the last step, a huge bedroom greeted her, stopping her in her tracks. The big bed took center of attention, and it looked luxurious with the black silk sheets shining from the city lights.

Taking the last step and making it onto the second floor, she felt like she was on a balcony. You could see the rest of the apartment from the top. Lake particularly liked looking at the gourmet kitchen. A month before she might have been surprised, but with coming to know Vincent better, she had found out he enjoyed cooking and was surprisingly good at it.

The décor on the second floor matched the rest of the house, even if it was only one huge bedroom. Walking around, she could hear the shower running from behind a door. She wondered what magical things were in his bathroom, apart from his gorgeous body. She had a strong feeling the bathroom was just as awesome as the rest of his place.

Seeing another door, she went forward and opened it, revealing a huge closet.

Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of suits.

There was a perfect line of suits separated by items. She didn’t think she was ever going to understand how in the world he was so immaculate. Not only did he keep his looks that way, but his house and even his goddamn closet were just as flawless.

Turning around and wanting to vomit from his sheer perfection, she caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror. She felt like one big, fat lie. Her makeup hid her flawed face, and her big, curled hair hid the fact that it was actually thin and paper straight. Hell, even her boobs were a lie in the corset, as it actually made them appear bigger than they were.

Seeing the outline of the wadded-up cash she had stashed in her boobs, she pulled it out and shoved them down in Vincent’s jacket pocket, which she was still wearing. It made her feel cheap in a way, and she was sure that Perfect Vincent could only like her for the same reason all the men downstairs did. In her mind, there was no way a god like him could possibly want a trailer trash, white girl like her.

Her eyes were caught by something in the mirror. Turning back around, she looked at the end of his closet. Everything was perfectly in place, but she noticed something sticking out.

Walking toward it, she grabbed a hangar holding a black garment.
Why does he have this?
Staring at it, she didn’t know what to think.

Lake’s eyes moved to the entry of the closet to see Vincent standing with nothing other than a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Did you keep Adalyn’s dress?” she asked, licking her dry lips.

He started going through his clothes, looking for something to wear. “Fuck no, I burned it.”

Lake looked back at the black dress she had worn that night to Poison. “Then why did you keep mine?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to burn it. You looked too fucking hot in it.”

“Okay, but why did you
keep
it?” she asked again.
You don’t just keep a random dress in your closet for months.

When he didn’t answer her, just simply continued looking for clothes, she threw the dress down on the floor and started storming off.
Fuck him. He is being a complete asshole today!

Vincent swiftly grabbed her as she passed by him, holding her close to his naked body. He pulled the back of her hair down to force her to look up at him. “I kept that dress because I wanted to see you in it again. Do you know why else I kept it?”

She softly shook her head as she forced herself to look down at his lips instead of his intense, blue eyes.

He gave a light tug of her hair, making her look back up at him. “Because I also plan to fuck you in that dress one day.”

“We’re just friends, remember?” She hated that it came out more breathy than she liked.

A smile touched Vincent’s lips. “Baby, you know damn good and well I don’t just want to be your friend.” He slowly moved his other hand up from her hip, over her chest and to her neck, letting his thumb rest right over his favorite spot, feeling the drum of her heart. “Is that what you want, to just be friends?”

Lake was under his control. He liked to do that when he wanted the truth from her. She could lie, but he would know it and make her pay for it, or she could tell the truth and it would stroke his already-massive ego. There was no winning.

“Y-Yes, I just want to be friends.”

He rubbed his thumb slower over her throat as he moved his face to where his lips were barely separated from hers. “You sure about that, baby? I’ll stop, I promise.”

Told you he would make you pay for it.

Lake stared at his lips, wanting him to kiss her again. Her body was on fire from wanting him to touch her more. She knew it was too late to turn back. There was no stopping a derailed train once it left the tracks.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispered in defeat.

He moved his head to whisper in her ear, “I wasn’t going to.”

Lake shuddered when his lips kissed the sensitive part of her neck then sucked in a piece of her flesh.

She desperately wanted to grab him and feel his hard body, which was inches from hers, but she was afraid that, if she did, he would stop kissing her like he always had.

Vincent grabbed her bare shoulders under the jacket and started sliding it off until it fell to the floor. Then he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of her shoulder.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” His hand went to the black zipper at the front of her corset, between her breasts.

She started to blush when he leisurely pulled down the zipper. She was sure, if not for his continued tender kissing, she would have made him stop. When he continued to unzip until the corset fell to the floor along with the jacket, she had to look away from his gaze, averting her eyes to his chest as he took her body in. She didn’t think he was going to find her just as beautiful, since the corset made them appear much larger than they were.

He lightly smoothed his hand over her right breast as he claimed her mouth for a kiss. “Perfect,” he said against her lips while he rolled his thumb over her nipple, bringing it to a peak.

Lake whimpered under his touch as he continued to torture her nipple. She enveloped his neck with her arms, uncertain whether her legs were going to keep her up much longer. When he quickly picked her up and started heading toward his bed, she wrapped her legs around him.

Forcefully kissing him back, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste him on her own.

Just as quickly as he had picked her up, he laid her on the bottom of the bed, staring down over her.

Why won’t he let me kiss him?
She was becoming sexually frustrated by that point. It wasn’t fair that he could do whatever he wanted to her, but she couldn’t return the favor.

Lake leaned up and went for the towel, but Vincent caught her hand before it could come any closer.

“Don’t move,” he growled at her.

That was the closest she had seen him to his dark side in a month. She didn’t like it when he would get like that, and she especially didn’t like it when she was half-naked in his bed.

“How come you keep stopping me from kissing you, or anything else for that matter? Am I that bad?”

He shook his head and seemed almost appalled she would think that. “No, baby. I want you too badly right now. I’ve wanted you for fucking months. I’m trying to go slow with you, but you kiss too fucking good. I will hurt you if you don’t stay still, and then I won’t forgive myself if I make this more painful for you than it’s already going to be.”

As he spoke, Lake began to see him differently. She could see and feel his hands beginning to shake. He wasn’t teetering on the edge of his dark side; the Vincent in front of her was the purest version of him. He was physically torturing himself to keep from causing her any pain or discomfort.

She laced her fingers in his. “You couldn’t hurt me.”

She truly believed that, too. He had only hurt her once, and it had been that day he had dropped her off at her mother’s house, but she could finally see it had hurt him just as much. In her heart, she knew he wouldn’t ever want to do that again, which was why he went above and beyond to keep her happy.

“Yes, I can, Lake. Just promise me you will stay still.” His breathing became heavy when he leaned down to give her a kiss.

“I promise I will try.” She smiled before she nipped at his bottom lip.

Vincent’s hands ran over her stockings and onto the tops of her bare thighs. “I’ve had to watch you walk around in these things and your heels, so I deserve to get to fuck you in them.” He inched up and grabbed the sides of her silk, black panties.

She slightly lifted her hips when he began pulling them down. Her cheeks heated from being nervous as he slipped them down over her stockings and high heels.

Looking down at her perfectly smooth pussy, his eyes became darker. “Fuck.”

Lake’s eyes widened when he hurriedly dropped the towel down from his hips, springing free his huge and very hard dick.
Oh, my fucking Go
—

All thoughts were lost when he kissed her senseless, moving her up the bed. Her chest grew heavy as he kissed her sensitive neck then swiftly took an even more sensitive pink nipple into his mouth, making her gasp.

Then his hand went to cup her pussy, and his middle finger pressed at her folds. “How is every fucking part of you so fucking silky?” His voice sounded tortured, matching his appearance.

It was hard for her to concentrate on what he had said as his finger plunged inside of her. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from screaming out.

“Baby, you are so tight and wet for me.” He moved to her neglected nipple and sucked it until it turned into a tight, little nub as his finger slid in her deeper.

Lake reached out, twisting her fingers into his hair, a moan passing her lips when his thumb swiped over her clit. After a few more passes, she felt another finger enter her and he started a motion inside of her, fucking her pussy with his fingers.

She pulled at his hair when he removed his thumb from over her clit right when she was sure she was on the verge of coming.
He’s going to kill me.

“Vincent, please,” she moaned, hoping he would do something to give her release. She felt like crying when he, instead, removed his fingers from her.

Vincent quickly moved his body over hers until the head of his dick was pressed at her folds.

Lake put her hand on his chest, stopping him. “What about a condom?”

“You’re on the pill, and I wouldn’t think about fucking you if I wasn’t sure I’m clean. I’m the only one who will ever fuck your perfect pussy, and I’m not fucking you with a condom. Not now and not ever.” He leaned down and bit the chubby part of her lip while the tip of his cock slid into her pussy.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting more of him inside of her, scraping her nails at his back.

He slid inside, breaking through her barrier in one swift movement. “Dammit, baby,” he groaned. Quickly, he returned back to her clit, rolling the bud between his thumb and index finger.

The pain was harsh and quick, making her eyes slam shut. Then it began to ease, and the hunger inside of her masked the pain more and more with every roll of his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” He brushed a kiss against her lips.

Opening her eyes, she saw the disappointment in himself. “It’s okay,” she told him before she deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.

His hips finally started to move above her, starting in a slow rhythm. With each stroke, the tempo started to change, and he began taking his dick farther out of her before he plunged it deeper inside her pussy.

Lake dug her heels into his ass just as much as her nails were carving into his back. She was letting him pick up the pace, but it somehow was all too slow for her while being way too fast, in the sense that she was ready to come at any second. Feeling his enlarged dick inside of her and hearing his pained breathing above her, she knew he was about to burst, too.

“I need to come,” she loudly moaned when his cock left her pussy only to plunge back in.

That time, his rhythm changed, fucking her with much quicker and harder strokes.

“Come for me, baby.” His breath was ragged before he sucked the flesh of her neck into his mouth.

Her hand jumped to cover her mouth to stifle the loud scream about to pass through her lips. She came on his cock as he did the same inside of her, she suspected from the jolts deep in her pussy.