Vincent (Made Men, #2)(94)

“Good girl.” His hand slapped down on her ass before grabbing it roughly.

“Fuck me, please,” she moaned, the words unconsciously slipping out as she wiggled her hips back, hoping his cock would slip in.

His telling her ‘good girl’ drove her crazy. He hadn’t called her that in a long time, and it only added more desire to the part inside of her which desperately wanted to please him.

He gripped her hips, stilling her. “If you ever run from me, risk your life, or do anything fucking stupid again, this strong feeling you have right now of wanting me to fuck you will be your punishment.”

Lake almost raised her head as she screamed out in pleasure when he slid his dick in fast and hard, completely filling her. Only the fear of him pulling out kept her down.

“Do it again, and next time my dick won’t slide into your tight, little pussy. Do you understand?” Vincent kept her still and didn’t move the slightest inside of her.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She was practically crying, wanting to fuck him uncontrollably and get the release she was dying to have.

His message was loud and clear. This was torturous enough. No way could she survive him not fucking her.

“Good girl,” he crooned then removed his dick from inside of her, only to pound into her again and again.

It was indescribable, the pleasure she felt with each hard thrust in and out of her pussy. She matched his rhythm, pushing back her hips and fucking him for the first time, which made it all the more pleasurable.

He gripped her hips even tighter, fucking her faster and not holding anything back like he usually had.

A new wave of pleasure rolled over her body at his increased speed, taking her closer to the edge of her climax, yet he continued to fuck her, giving her no release. Every time she was about to reach her peak, he would pull out and fill her harshly a few times, starting it all over again.

“Fuck! Please let me come!” she screamed, pushing back onto him harder.

Vincent brought his hands to her front, grabbing her small, perky breasts and pulling her up roughly until her back was at his chest. One of his hands went up to her chin, turning her face to the side so she could meet his eyes.

A low growl escaped his throat. “You are mine, Lake.”

Looking into his eyes, she knew exactly what he wanted but she wiggled her hips, moving his dick inside of her instead.

“Say. It,” he growled, louder that time, holding her still and not giving her release.

So many people had owned Lake, and finally, when no one had a hold of her anymore, he was asking her to submit to him. It was the one thing she had fought so hard against.

“I’m yours,” she whispered to him and herself. She let it show through her eyes so he would believe it and wouldn’t think she was saying it just so he would finish fucking her. “I’m yours,” she whispered to him again with evident need in her voice.

His mouth claimed hers in a possessive kiss before he bent her back over.

“You’re mine,” he told her, grabbing the tops of her shoulders to pound into her harder.

With just a few thrusts, she moaned out her release with abandon, her body rising and falling with the waves that washed through her, only to continue with his release.

Her head fell back down to the ground, her body finally going limp from everything she had been through that day.

Vincent caught his breath before he picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he headed up the stairs.

By the time her head hit the pillow, she was so exhausted she didn’t notice he hadn’t lain beside her until she heard the shower running. She dozed off to sleep for some time yet slightly woke as the bed sank down beside her. She waited for him to hold her, and then felt hurt when he didn’t touch her like he had refused to do earlier.

Turning around, she faced him, seeing the darkness still reigned. “I don’t like it when you don’t touch me,” she confessed to him.

“You still want me to touch you?” he asked, seeming surprised.

Lake’s heart tugged with the realization that the worst side of him was a little unsure of himself.

She scooted a little bit closer to him so he could easily grab her. “Yes.”

When he still didn’t touch her, she whispered another confession, “I love you, Vincent.”

He broke, touching her face before bringing her close to his naked body. “Goddammit, baby, you shouldn’t.”

“I do. I love all of you.” She melted underneath him, giving into him, body and mind.

I love you so fucking much that you will never understand.





Chapter Fifty-Nine I Really Like It When They Scream

“Where are you going?” Lake wrapped her arms around Vincent’s neck, stopping him from tying his tie.

He grabbed her ass, picking her up off the ground and making her wrap her legs around his waist. “I have to go to work. Aren’t you tired of fucking me yet?”

Lake had been fucked by Vincent mercilessly for two days straight. And fuck no, I’m not tired of it yet. Although, she didn’t think he needed to know that.

She bit his bottom lip, taking it between her teeth. “A little.”

His eyes glowed at her, but the sound of knocking made him growl. “You’re lucky he’s here; otherwise, I would bend you over and spank you for that.”