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He jerks inside me, and I moan.
“Fuck, Bianca.” His eyes close, jaw tensing.
“That upsets you?”
“Fuckno.” He pulls me up until our chests are pressed together, our hearts beating as one. “It makes meneedto fuck you again, and you’re sore.”
sixteen
My eyes flash open, and I blink, adjusting to the dark. My hand reaches out automatically. Vincent isn’t beside me, but his side of the bed is warm to the touch.
We fell asleep with tangled limbs what feels like only minutes ago.
We didn’t speak of the grenade that exploded between us before Vincent claimed me completely.
Vincent was there the day I visited his brother.
Vincent killed his brother.
The knowledge should repulse and frighten me, but it doesn’t. In fact, something is hauntingly poetic about the reality we both were aiming for his brother. We were a pair before we realized it.
I pull my hand under the comforter, cupping myself in the privacy of the bed. I clench my pelvic floor, the tender jolt of pain forcing my teeth into my lip in recollection.
Wow.
My first time was everything I could have wished for. It was unexpected and passionate and shared with someone Ilove.The words tumbled out of my mouth last night, and I didn’t want to take them back. They were real, and they belonged with him, not kept within the uncertain crevices of my mind.He didn’t say it back, but I hadn’t expected him to.
The soft rumble of his voice forces me up onto my elbows, and I listen intently, trying to hear him.
He’s speaking quietly, and I shift farther down the bed. He speaks again, but his distance muffles the words. I press my feet to the plush carpet, standing as silently as I can. I step slowly toward the bedroom door.
“Gabriella”—Vincent sighs—“sweetheart, I’ll work it out. My life is complicated at the moment. I just need you to stop causing problems. I’m doing the best I can. Stop forcing my hand.”
Gabriella. Sweetheart.
He’s on his phone, that much I can gather. A feminine voice is scarcely audible asGabriellaspeaks.
“I’m not keeping you a secret. Fuck. It was all unexpected and caught me off guard. I’m not sure what to feel about it all.”
What was unexpected? Me?
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? We’ll have lunch. Somewhere quiet and just the two of us. You need to get some sleep.”
His feet move toward the bedroom door, padding up the stairs with lazy intent.
“I know what I promised you, and I meant every word. Always, Gabriella.”
I tiptoe toward the bathroom, spinning on my heel at the door to shuffle back toward the bed as he pushes open the door, cell halfway from his ear as he disconnects.
He pauses on the threshold of the room. “What are you doing?”
“Peeing.” I move toward the bed, dragging my feet more than necessary for emphasis. “Why are you awake?”
His gaze tracks over my naked body, eyes hooded with lust. “Work phone call.” He lifts his cell.
I could press him for the truth. I could yell and cuss and demand he confess whoGabriellais andwhyhe has promised to see her tomorrow. But he would lie. I know that. He expects honesty, and up until this moment, I believe he has returned it to the best of his ability. He assured me there was no one else. He looked me in the eye and promised me there were no other women. Catching him in his lie will be the only way I’ll pry the truth from him.
“Mm.” I yawn. “Always on call. I guess I should take comfort in the fact that you’re an advisor now. No need to run out on me at all hours to bloody your hands.”
