Vincent (Made Men, #2)(95)

Uh, please?

After he put her back on the ground, he grabbed her hand and started walking her down the steps as she pushed the sexy image out of her mind.

“Who’s here?”

He gave her one of his hot kisses that always made her forget about anything she was thinking of.

“I’ll be back tonight, and don’t think I won’t fucking spank you for that when I get back.” He left her a jumbled mess in the living room as he went to open the door.

“Wait, you didn’t—” Lake turned her head to see her father standing in the doorway. Tears began to fill her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in so long.

Running toward him, she broke down crying as she was finally able to hug him again.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too, kiddo.”

*

Vincent stepped up to the door, thinking about the greatest fucking two days of his life. He never would have dreamed in a million years that one girl could take everything he had. And then add another fuck on top. However, Lake was certainly making him feel spoiled as he greedily fucked her every time the urge hit.

Leaving her for the first time in two days was hard, but he had left her in the hands of her father. Lake had made him promise not to tell her father anything that happened, not wanting him to blame himself and spiral in another downward slope. Vincent had only agreed that he wouldn’t tell him until he thought her dad could handle it. Vincent, himself, had to deal with leaving her that day at her mother’s house for the rest of his life. Therefore, sooner or later, the man needed to know what his daughter had been put through.

There was only one thing that stood in his path of spending forever with Lake—motherfucking Lucca.

He had given her one favor to cash in whenever she pleased, and it was literally a ‘get out of jail free card’ in real life. Lucca was a man with so much power and determination that he could make the impossible happen. Yeah, like letting Lake disappear forever.

Vincent hastily knocked on the door, knowing he was going to try his fucking best to keep that from happening.

When the door was opened, he was quickly rushed inside.

“My grandparents are making arrangements for a fake fucking funeral with no body. They should be back in an hour.”

He raised his eyebrow. “An hour?”

“Yes,” she sneered, her hand grabbing his tie. “What are you going to do to me for a whole hour?”

Staring at Ashley before him absolutely disgusted him. She was a dumb fucking bitch who didn’t see anything in front of her fucking face. She had not the slightest clue that he had killed her father, not that he thought she would have cared.

Ashley had moved into her grandparents’ house when her father and Lake’s mother had gone fucking crazy, and she didn’t give a damn about her father, only making sure the money he left behind all went into her name. Not only that, but even if he told her he had killed her father to her face, she still would have let him into her house. She wanted to fuck him for one reason—Lake.

Ashley wanted anything Lake had, so the opportunity to fuck her boyfriend had her practically salivating at the mouth.

Vincent grabbed her wrists, squeezing them tightly before he pushed her down to the ground. “Nothing.”

The front door opened, and then the sound of heels clicking filled the room.

“But she will.”

Ashley started to cry. “W-what is going on? What is this bitch doing here?”

“I am so glad you remember me.” A sweet smile crossed her face. “But you must call me Maria.”

Vincent laughed as he went to take a seat.

The jealousy was clear on Ashley’s face when her eyes fell on the blonde in a dress she would die to have. Then her eyes went to her once-expensive nude pumps, which were covered in red stains. She instantly started to get off the ground.

“Bitch! Get out of my hou—”

Striking her in the face with her heel, Maria watched her fall back to the floor, wailing. “I really insist that you call me Maria.”

“Don’t kill her. Just teach her a lesson in how to keep her mouth fucking shut.” Vincent didn’t want to get her hopes up if she went any further. Not that I’d really fucking care either way.

Ashley was screaming as she held her bloody face.

Maria giggled over her screams. “I really like it when they scream.”

The next loud scream that erupted from Ashley’s throat had Vincent almost in bliss. Me, too.





Chapter Sixty

I Am His. Forever.



It had been a week with nothing more eventful than the constant fucking. Thank God.

It was nice to not almost get killed for a whole week; however, she was starting to feel the need to be a little bad. She had learned a little bad was good. She enjoyed being spanked by both the good and bad side of Vincent. Okay, maybe more by the bad.

Lake pulled up her stockings a bit more and then pulled her new dress down, thinking about all the fun she and Sadie had shopping with Vincent’s credit card. Sadie, of course, had the most fun spending his money and made her buy a whole closet full of lingerie from various sex shops. Even when he had looked at the credit card bill, he had said it was completely worth it.

He had also spent the week telling her the deal was off, and she was going to be staying well past the summer. Vincent had even filled out an application for her to attend the university in Kansas City. Lake hadn’t said a word to him in return, though, and she could see it was making him a little upset that she had never fully agreed. But that’s all going to change tonight.