Unable to speak, my breath literally stolen from my lungs, his words wash away all my doubt, leaving the path to my heart free and he takes one step closer to owning it. Again.

***

Two hours later, I’m tipsy as Vinny opens the car door for me to get in. Throwing my arms around his shoulders instead of climbing in, I catch him off guard and he smiles as I kiss the tip of his nose. I feel badly for ending the party before Ally was ready to go, but the drinks went right to my head. Plus, Shaved Head had already promised to see her home and she looked more than excited at the prospect.

“You’re cute when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.” My words come out with just a hint of a slur, no matter how sober I try to sound.

He kisses me chastely on the lips and surprises me by scooping me off my feet and gently placing me in the passenger seat. He buckles me up, closes the car door, and jogs around to the passenger side.

“Your place or mine?” He starts the engine.

“You’re awfully presumptuous.” I giggle and turn myself in the front seat to face him.

“Just want to take care of my girl.”

Furrowing my brows, Vinny sees the confusion on my face.

“I owe you a dance.” His voice turns low and thick.

I swallow, shifting in my seat to calm the throb between my legs as I think of the rhythm I can’t wait to feel pounding through my body. “Your place.”

Vinny smiles, putting the car into drive.

“Drive fast,” I whisper, resting my hand on his thigh.

“Sweetheart, you were going to my house either way. It’s closer and I’m not sure I can make it ten more minutes after staring at the back of that dress half the night.”

Chapter 26

Liv

Vinny doesn’t turn on the lights as we enter his apartment. Instead, he keeps a firm grip on my hip and maneuvers me through. Turning left from the hallway in the darkness, I lose my bearings, unsure of where we are, but certain the bedroom is the other way.

Guiding me slowly until I bump gently into something in front of me, he’s quiet until we reach where he wants us. “Bend.” Moving behind me, he applies pressure at the nape of my neck, pushing me forward until I reach something hard and cold. The island in the kitchen.

My face turned, cheek resting flush against the cold island top, he loosens his grip on my neck. I feel the strength in his hands as he slowly trails both down the sides of my spine until reaching my lower back. “Reach up, grab the other side of the counter.”

Bent at the waist, cheek pressed to the counter, I lift my hands over my head and grab the other side of the counter as instructed. Vinny takes a step closer, pressing his groin against my ass, and leans over me, his torso against my back so that I’m pinned between the hard granite and his muscular body.

The dark room is so quiet, I hear every breath he takes as his mouth comes to rest near my ear. “This dress is a tease.” His teeth sink into my earlobe, causing me to cry out from the mix of shock and pain. His tongue quickly follows his teeth, gently suckling my earlobe where his teeth just marked me.

“Did you wear it for me? To make me crazy as I watched other men run their eyes all over you?”

I want to speak, but my voice is stuck in my throat, the words coming out barely a murmur. “I wore it because I thought you’d like it.”

“I do. It’s perfect. Your tight little body has been screwing with my head all night.” His strong hands caress up and down the sides of my body. His fingers feeling every inch as they slowly move across my curves. It’s not a gentle touch, it’s impatient and rough and his grip on me makes me feel like he needs to hold me this tight or he’ll lose the remnants of his own control.

“Makes me crazy to see another man’s eyes on you,” Vinny growls, as if just the mere mention of another man ratchets up the intensity of his emotions. Gruffly, he lifts my skirt up to my waist, and tears my panties right from my body. The strength of his action arousing me and I wiggle as my bare ass waits for him.

“Everything about you just makes me…” His voice trails off as he stands, the warmth of his body missed as soon as it’s taken from me.

His hand moves to my exposed ass and caresses gently. “Are you ready for me?” His voice is gravelly. Strained. Thick.

“Yes.”

Tracing a slow path from my ass to between my legs, his fingers dip into me, making sure my response is true. “You’re so wet,” he hisses as I hear the sound of his zipper going down reverberate through the room.

I whimper as he pushes into me, my body slick but still struggling to take the width of him fully inside. Firmly seated, he settles for a moment, allowing me time to adjust. His voice is hoarse and strained when he speaks. “I want to come inside of you. Fill up that sweet little pu**y that’s mine.”

Pulling out almost fully, he wraps his arm tightly underneath my bent waist and yanks my hips back to meet every forceful thrust in. Each time rubbing against that sensitive spot inside of me, then pulling away just before it can fully send me over the edge. Dangling so close is torture, yet blissful at the exact same time. The intensity of his stroke increases, bringing us both closer and closer with each rhythmic plunge in and out. A loud moan escapes as I feel my body and mind heading toward the shoreline of the ocean that waits to wash over me. Pulling almost fully out, Vinny growls in response to my moan and, unexpectedly, his hand connects loudly with my ass, swatting me hard once before plunging deeply back inside of me. My body reacts to the forcefulness of his actions before my brain can even catch up. Pulsing wildly on its own, my sex clenches down on him as wave after wave of mind shattering throbbing takes over me in the most violent orgasm to ever claim my body. A string of curses leave Vinny’s mouth as he finds his own release. The heat from him spilling inside of me extends my own bliss.

Moments later, when our breathing finally slows and our sweaty bodies are still pressed against each other, Vinny reaches down and leans me back, lifting me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. I’m still in a daze as I feel him peel the rest of the clothes from my sweat drenched body. Clothes that we hadn’t cared were still on in our heated frenzy. Climbing into the bed behind me, he tucks the covers over me gently and pulls me back to spoon him, gently kissing my cheek from behind before I drift off to sleep.

***

The next morning I wake to the feeling of being watched. I’m sprawled across the bed on my stomach, the sheet tangled around my waist doing little to hide my naked ass.