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At least not for me.
A moment of regret went through me when I glanced at the broken watch on the kitchen island, but it didn’t last long because Vincent stepped into the room, his gun hanging loosely by his side, his face twisted into a mask of fury. And just like that the reason he’d left me in the first place came roaring back, along with the terrible fear that I could have lost him.
Before he could even say a word, I was in his face. “Say the wrong thing to me right now, Vincent, and see what happens,” I warned. “If the next words out of your mouth don’t start with an apology-”
That was as much as I got out before his lips came crashing down on mine.
It wasn’t a kiss. No, it was way too brutal for that.
It was him claiming me…punishing me, even. But that didn’t make me love it any less. Or not return the treatment.
I was barely aware of him dropping his gun onto the island behind me, and then both his arms wrapped around me in a brutally tight hold. We each fought to control the kiss, but when Vincent won out, I gladly gave him my mouth. My back hit the island behind me and a second later, cool air greeted my skin as my sweats were pushed down.
Vincent kneaded my ass as he maneuvered me backwards past the island. It wasn’t until I heard the sound of dishware breaking that I realized we’d reached the table and he’d cleared it with one sweep of his arm. The edge of the table bit into my ass as Vincent consumed my mouth. Neither of us had spoken a word, but we didn’t need to.
I knew what he wanted…it was the same thing I wanted.
No, needed.
My cock throbbed as Vincent’s jeans brushed against it. I let out a harsh cry, and then I was frantically trying to get his pants undone. I’d barely gotten the zipper down when he spun me around and forced me face-first down over the table. I grabbed onto the edges of it as Vincent began humping my ass. At some point his pants were gone and his bare cock was pressing against me.
Hungry.
Seeking.
Desperate.
Vincent’s fingers clawed at my shirt as he pushed it up, and then his nails were raking gently down my back. He kept rocking against me, his dick working its way into my crease. I bucked back against him.
“Vincent,” I called out, my voice rough and needy. When he suddenly pulled away from me, I cried out in protest and rose enough so I could look over my shoulder.
But he hadn’t gone far.
Only the few feet it had taken him to reach the counter next to the stove. He swiped a bottle of olive oil off the countertop and ripped at the top. The cap went sailing and he carelessly dumped some of the oil on his fingers. My eyes fell to his angry, flushed cock as he covered it in the slick substance. The bottle of olive oil hit the floor but didn’t shatter as he closed the distance between us.
Vincent was back on me within seconds. His mouth covered mine as his fingers pressed between my ass cheeks and then he was pushing an oil-covered digit deep inside of me. I gasped at the burn as he stretched me and moments later, another finger was joining the first. My body began trembling so bad, I had no choice but to drop my chest back down to the table.
“God, Vincent, fuck me…please!” I cried, not caring at the picture I must have made.
His finger nudged my gland and my whole body jerked. But the pleasurable sensation didn’t last because suddenly his fingers were gone and his cock was sliding into me. The pain was intense, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed back against him, trying to take him deeper.
And luckily, he gave me exactly what I wanted.
I let out a hoarse shout as he surged into me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. I reached behind me to grab his thigh.
But not to stop him.
No, just to hold onto him.
Because it felt so damn good I was sure I’d float away into nothingness if I didn’t have him to ground me.
He began fucking me hard. The table rattled beneath me and I desperately clung to it as his body pushed mine forward. His dick was hot and hard inside of me and his fingers were digging into my hips as he held me for his pummeling.
After just a few strokes, Vincent draped himself over my back and his hands covered my wrists, pinning my arms to the table. “Mine,” he growled into my ear as he ruthlessly fucked me.
I wanted to tell him yes, but I was too overcome by the pleasure that was scorching up my spine. The orgasm was coming hard and fast, and I both welcomed it and was terrified of it at the same time. I was completely powerless and at his mercy, but I’d never felt safer.
