He kept repeating the word “mine” over and over as he rammed into me. I might have managed to agree with him, but I wasn’t sure. I felt one hand sift through my hair as he tangled his fingers in my locks. He held me that way, one hand pinned to the table, the other holding my head at an angle so he could kiss me, and his entire weight holding me down against the unforgiving table as he ravaged my body in the best way. I managed to use my free hand to reach above me to hold onto his head. It was the only movement he granted me, but it was enough.
“So close,” I choked out as I desperately reached for the orgasm that was just beyond my grasp. Vincent’s teeth closed over the sensitive lobe of my ear, and then the hand from my hair disappeared and suddenly wrapped around my painfully hard cock.
“Come for me, Nate,” he said softly, his voice so very different from the brutal way he was claiming me.
My name on his lips was enough to send me over. I cried out in relief as I came. My body jerked and bucked uncontrollably beneath his as he stroked me through the climax. Seconds later, he roared in my ear and shoved ruthlessly into me and held there. I moaned as the heat that began to burn my insides set off another orgasm.
It was then that it finally registered that he’d taken me without a condom. That the warmth I was feeling was his release filling me up. The knowledge had me shuddering in disbelief.
And excitement.
Vincent’s body continued to jerk against mine for several long moments before he finally relaxed and settled all his weight on me. But it didn’t take long before he was pulling free of me. I was too exhausted to move. I sensed rather than saw him standing just behind me, and it took every bit of strength I had to turn my head to seek him out. His eyes were on my ass.
And I knew why.
Even now, I could feel his semen seeping out of me and down my thigh.
Vincent lifted his eyes to mine and I saw the confusion there. He reached down to quietly pull his pants up, and then he was gone.
I managed to get myself to my feet. As I pulled my sweats up, I shook my head at the sight that greeted me.
Broken dishes and half-eaten food on the floor, a pool of olive oil spreading over the tile. Vincent’s discarded gun still sitting on the island next to the watch I’d broken.
My body continued to tremble as I stepped around the mess and left the kitchen. Part of me said to give Vincent some space, but I couldn’t do it. That look in his eyes as he’d stared down at my ass had scared me.
Like something big had been happening in his head as he’d watched me.
Something I wouldn’t like.
I hurried up the stairs and went directly to his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, his head hung. His hair was damp, and I suspected it was because he’d washed his hands and then run them through his hair at some point.
“Not now, Nathan,” Vincent ground out.
I ignored him and went to stand in front of him. “Yes, now,” I said.
He shook his head and then got up to step past me. But he didn’t leave the room. Instead, he went to the set of glass French doors that led out to a small balcony. “Do you have any idea what you put me through?” he asked quietly.
Too quietly.
I was used to pissed-off, reactive Vincent.
Emotionless Vincent.
I knew how to handle him. This Vincent…this Vincent was a different story altogether.
“Do you have any idea the things I thought were happening to you? The things I was thinking about if I couldn’t get to you in time?”
In truth, I hadn’t given it much thought. I’d been pissed and scared, and I’d reacted in the only way I’d known to get him back here. Guilt tore through me as I remembered the story he’d told me about his brother.
Never in a million years would I have thought he’d be feeling that same terror…not for…me.
“I’m sorry, Vincent-”
“Don’t be sorry,” he interjected. “Go pack your shit. You’re getting your wish.”
Heat washed through me. “What…what wish?”
But he didn’t answer me.
And he didn’t need to, because I already knew the answer.
Chapter 20
Vincent
“So that’s it?” Nathan murmured. “You get to decide this, too?”
I wasn’t deciding anything. I was doing what I needed to do to keep my fucking sanity.
I still couldn’t believe what I’d let happen downstairs. I’d fucked the man like an animal on my kitchen table, and I’d done it without a condom. The only other man I’d ever gone bare with had been David, first as dumb kids who hadn’t known any better, and then as grown men who’d been in a committed relationship.