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“Do you know who that is?” I ask Vin as I point to the guy. His face is hidden by the baseball cap he wears. Something in the way he holds himself and the build of his body tells me I know this man, but from where?
“No idea, Gucci, probably just one of their guys.” I nod but still I can’t shake this feeling I have.
“Come on, I’ve had enough of this and it’s a beautiful day out.” He pushes us back from the desk, grips my hips and lifts me while he stands. My back is flush against his chest and I have to remind myself to move and add some space between us. I’ve never gotten this close to a guy before. I don’t let anyone aside from my family get close to me. “Get your bathing suit and let’s go.”
* * *
Vin and I trek through the jungle. I squeal a few times when I hit a spider web or a bug flies at me. When another bug hits me I scream. Vin reaches back, grips my hand in his and pulls me after him. Clearly he isn’t happy that I’m scared of nature. I grew up in New York, we don’t have a fucking jungle there or bugs the size of birds that wants to eat your face off.
Vin pushes through the big palm leaves and tugs me after him. As soon as we break through the jungle a gorgeous view hits me. There is a river that lay hidden in the middle of the jungle. I would have thought that it would be a muddy brown color or even murky given where we are but it isn’t. It’s clear and flowing slowly through the jungle around it. Vin drops my hand, pulls his shirt over his head, kicks his shoes off, then turns to me. The mischievous look in his eyes has me backing up a step and raising my hands.
“Don’t you dare!” I warn.
“You can either take the dress off or I take you with the dress on.” I search his eyes for a second and when I see he is serious, I quickly discard my dress to the side and stand before him in a yellow two-piece suite. His eyes darken as they drink in every inch of my exposed skin. Goose flesh dots my skin and I begin to burn with need. Vin doesn’t even try to hide the fact he is checking me out and that is something I admire about him. He doesn’t give a shit what anyone thinks. If he wants something, he goes for it and right now, he wants me. He closes the space between us until our chests are touching. This time there is no denying the sparks that are flying between us. My breathing is shallow, while his breaths are ragged as he reaches out, grips my hips and hoists me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and lock my legs around his waist. The playful look in his eyes is replaced by… hunger for me.
He shifts his hands and grips the globes of my ass as he walks us toward the water’s edge. It’s hot and my skin is slick but it’s not just the weather that has me burning up. The way he is holding me so possessively and the raw need in his eyes has my body temperature soaring. I don’t even feel the cool water as he walks us out until it’s up to his chest. I dart my tongue out to moisten my suddenly dry lips. He follows the movement with his eyes. He slides one of his hands up my back until he grips the back of my neck, and searches my gaze for what, I don’t know. Before I can ponder what he is thinking his grip tightens as he pulls me to him and smashes his lips against mine. I gasp. He uses my shock to his advantage and slips his tongue inside my mouth. I moan when the taste of him invades my mouth, my arms tightening around his neck, pulling him as close as I can to me.
My hands roam down his back relishing in the feel of how his muscles coil and shudder beneath my touch. I deepen the kiss and moan into his mouth as I grind down onto his hard cock. I wait for the part of my brain to kick in that always makes me panic and freak out when I touch a guy, that hasn’t happened once in the time I have spent with Vin. I haven’t had a single nightmare either, like he chases the bad away and keeps me safe from my own mind. He releases his hold on my neck and trails his fingers down my back until he reaches the strings of my top. I pull back. He stares into my eyes giving me every chance to back out. If I tell him to stop, he will with no questions asked and that reason alone has me nodding my head. I want him to touch me, chase away the bad memories I associate with this type of intimacy. I want him to make me feel alive and cherished even if it’s just for a while.
He pulls the strings of my top and we both watch as it drops, exposing my breasts. My nipples are pebbled and aching for him to touch them. I begin to squirm in his hold as the ache between my thighs begins to worsen, he leans forward and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, electing a sharp cry from me. The warmth of his mouth and how he flicks his tongue over my nipple draws a moan from me. He switches sides and pays my other nipple the same amount of attention. He draws back and claims my lips in a searing kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. It’s a kiss of ownership, he’s marking me as his and I don’t know if I should be scared or feel revered. The decision is made for me when he thrusts his hips and his cock slides against the front of my pussy, causing me to break the kiss and gasp. He licks along the side of my neck and nips at my collarbone, drawing yet another moan from me. He grips the strings on the sides of my bottoms. I stare down into his brown eyes and see lust swirling in his gaze.
“I take these off, Gucci, I’m going in.” I take all of two seconds to think on it before I’m nodding my head. “I need the words, baby.”
“Vin, I-I haven’t since…” I slam my mouth Closed, disgusted in myself and ashamed that I was about to voice my deepest and most depraved secret. I push away from him and quickly grab my top, and quickly secure it as I make my way toward the bank. Just as I get to waist deep water, Vin snakes and arm around my waist and hauls me back against his chest. Before I can stop it a sob tears from me and my tears begin to fall. How I could go from being so turned on and wanting him inside me, to utterly disgusted and repulsed by the idea in seconds stuns me. Vincent spins me in his arms and crushes me against his chest, saying nothing as I fall apart in his arms. For years I battled with depression and thoughts of self-harm, wanting the pain and the memories to fade, to be normal like everyone else. I never stayed at a friend’s house, never hung out with guys aside from my brothers, too scared they would use my body to satisfy their own sick fucking wants. I watched my friends happily pack to go home to their families over the break, while I dreaded returning to that fucking house, the house that holds so many dark memories. I never sleep while I’m there–I can’t. Every time I close my eyes all I see is him coming into my room every night, setting up his tri pod and recording me. Recording what he did to his five-year-old fucking daughter!
Vincent
I sit on the recliner with my arms hanging between my legs, staring at her asleep on the bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp allows me to see the strain in her features. She broke down today and was inconsolable. I carried her the whole way back as she clung to me begging me not to leave her. I whispered sweet nothings in her ear even though it killed me to not be the one that ended Tony-fucking-Murdoch. The things I would have done to that cunt for how he hurt her would make evenThe Godfathercringe. She tosses in her sleep, frown lines marking her angelic face and I just know she is having a nightmare. If she didn’t have a panic attack today, I would have crossed a line with her that I could never come back from. The princess of the Murdoch family has woven her way into my bloodstream and I don’t know if I can get her out––do I want her out?
“Please… no, stop!” she shouts in her sleep. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m on my feet and eliminating the distance between us. I kneel down beside the bed and brush her wayward strands of hair from her face, noticing then that her skin is clammy. I cup her face between my hands.
“Gucci?” I try the gentle approach but when she begins to whimper and thrash in my hold, I shake her awake. Her eyes snap open. They are unfocused and wide with fear until they land on me. A breath escapes her then her eyes begin to lose the scared look in them. I see the terrified little girl in her eyes and a pang hits me in the chest. Is that how Selena looked when our father sold her to the Murdoch’s?
“Vin?” I shake my head and push that thought away as I focus back on her. I try to smile reassuringly but from the look of apprehension on her face, I know I failed. “Are you okay?” The fact that she is the one trying to comfort me right now has a small laugh escaping me. This girl is an oddity, that is for sure.
“I should be asking you that question.” A sad smile graces her face but even I can see it’s forced. A deep resigned sigh escapes her. She drops her eyes from mine, I won’t have that so I reach out and grip her chin, lifting it until her beautiful brown eyes are on mine.
“I’m okay,” she whispers.
“How often do you have these nightmares?” Since the night I met her she has only had nightmares twice, and call me crazy, but both times have been when I’m not lying next to her.
“Every night until… recently,” she admits. I keep my expression neutral not wanting to give away my thoughts.
“Want to talk about it?” I offer a moment of silence. She eyes me warily, then pulls out of my hold and shifts into a sitting position. I slowly rise to my feet now, allowing her to have the more dominant position for this conversation.
“You have a fucking file on me, go read it and you’ll have your answer.” The anger in her voice isn’t directed at me, it’s at herself. The fire in her eyes shows me she will fight me tooth and nail the whole way. Good, Gucci, because I love a challenge.
“Is that what you want, you want me to read about it instead of you telling me?” I’m bluffing. I don’t have shit in that file aside from the basic shit that I have told her about. Her face contorts in rage before she slips from the bed and stands in front of me. I expect her to shout, scream or stomp her foot. What I don’t fucking expect is for her toslapme! My head snaps to the side and I stay like that for a moment until the shock wears off and I slowly turn back to face her, anger simmering in my veins that she would have the nerve to strike me!
“You’re a bastard. You kidnap me and expect me to sit here and spill all my secrets so you can use that shit against me and my family.” She scoffs and doesn’t even give me a chance to defend myself before continuing to berate me. “You think you are so much better than me and my brothers. Newsflash, asshole, you’re not! You are exactly like us. You are no better than Bishop. You thrive off the feeling of being in control. You need control in order to function. You love to hunt your prey. I see it every day in your eyes when you watch me.” The unfiltered hatred that I see in her eyes has the small ember inside me catching alight and burning bright in her presence. This girl is everything and she isn’t scared of me, which is refreshing. She strikes out to hit me again. This time I catch her wrist and move us so fast she has no time to prepare. She is flat on her back on the bed with me on top of her, pinning her arms above her.
“No one lays a fucking hand on me,” I snarl right in her face. She doesn’t cower or shrink back into the bed. She lifts her head so our noses touch, her upper lip is pulled back baring her teeth.
“Well, clearly I’m not no one. I am Carlina Murdoch and I make what my brothers do look like a kid’s carnival. I will destroy you worse than any of them ever could, Vincent. I will be your demise, if you don’t fucking let me go!” she screams the last part right in my face.
“You want to ruin me because I asked you about your daddy, but me kidnapping you turns you the fuck on to the point you wanted my cock inside you hours ago?” Her eyes widen in shock. She thrashes beneath me but I don’t even budge. She is latching onto her anger and lashing out at me because she would rather that, than admit her darkest secret. Something inside me tells me Carlina has never told anyone the truth about what happened to her. She may have allowed them to draw their own conclusions but never admitted the truth fully.
“You’re disgusting. I would never let that needle dick God cursed you to walk the earth with inside me. You disgust me. You are beneath me and I would never sully myself or my family by fucking the likes of you!”
