Vincent (Made Men 2)

Lake revealed to him the other reason they had wanted him to come. “Nope, we totally want you to.”

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“There they are! Quick, act sexy like we did last time.” Lake hurriedly moved behind Elle and placed her hands on her hips, moving behind her.

“Oh, shit, they look pissed!” Elle yelled, looking out of the corner of her eye carefully.

“Only because they see what we’re wearing. They’ll get over it.” Lake moved Elle’s strawberry-blonde hair off to one shoulder sexily, which also displayed her awesome boobs.

She watched Nero step in front of Elle as she felt hands circle her waist and spin her around. She was anxious to find out which Vincent she was going to meet. The best fucking part was being able to fuck two guys without it being cheating. Lake had fully claimed herself as the luckiest girl in the world.

Her hair was grabbed, and she was forced to look into glowing eyes. Mmm … bad Vincent.

Practically reading her mind, he grasped her hair in his hands tighter, pulling down so her mouth was wide fucking open for his tongue to slide in and possess her.

“You know you’re not allowed to wear my fucking outfits out without me, and you know the punishment for running from me,” he growled at her.

She was already out of breath by the time he got done kissing her. “I-I didn’t run from you. I made sure Lucca brought me here safely and told him to tell you where I was going. I thought you would like to find me like this for you.” She slightly pulled up the front of her dress, revealing her lace thigh-high stockings.

Spinning her back around, his hands went up the top of her thighs then gripped her hips, pulling her back onto his hard dick. “I do, and this is how much I appreciate it, baby.”

Lake moved her hips in the way that always killed him, rolling her ass back on him until his cock was perfectly between her ass cheeks.

“Good girl,” he appraised her before he bit down on her neck.

I fucking love it when he says that.

She continued the motion, feeling him grow harder with each roll of her hips. Lake had him fully erect and groaning in a matter of minutes. A couple more rolls, and he will—

Vincent was snapped out of his Heaven when Lake was snatched from his grasp. Looking up, Elle had taken her to dance in front of her while Nero danced smugly behind Elle. They were all dancing in one sexy train, which Vincent wasn’t a part of.

Lake laughed at him when he tried to grab her back but Elle and Nero held her hips, keeping her from leaving.

“I told you, fucker, that I’d get you back for all your bad timing,” Nero hissed and laughed at him all at the same time.

“Motherfucker, I didn’t interrupt you when Elle was sucking your dick in the closet.” He snatched Lake back when Elle dropped her hands in shock. “I waited till after.”

Lake laughed hysterically while Vincent quickly moved her through the crowd away from Nero. Vincent fought as dirty as he talked, and she didn’t think Nero was going to do that again any time soon.

Taking her to a quieter spot in the back, he pushed her against a wall, resting his hand over her throat and rubbing his thumb over her pulse. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she told him, letting him feel that it was the truth. She hadn’t expected those words from him after he pushed her against the wall. Mmm … I love the good Vincent.

“You do?” he continued to rub over her pulse.

She looked back into his baby-blues. “I asked Lucca for my favor today.”

His thumb stopped moving. “What did you ask for?”

Seeing the nervousness in his eyes made her heart ache to get rid of it. “I asked him to make my father into a made man.”

Moving his hand from her neck, he placed it next to her face. “You did?” he whispered harshly, pressing his body into hers.

“Yes,” she whispered back, telling him she was his forever in one word.

That one and only favor from Lucca was the only thing which could have taken her away from Kansas City and Vincent forever.

Lake had taken Lucca’s advice of Googling mob rules and found out that only a few times in history had a famous family made a man with no Italian roots. When she had asked him if this could be one of the exceptions, Lucca had told her he would get it done. She had sealed her fate forever the moment she had asked for her father to be made. There was no running from the mafia when your father was made. It didn’t matter, though. She planned to stay with Vincent until the end of time.

He will always find me. He will always save me. He’s my family now. I am his. Forever.

When he kissed her roughly and she saw the passion in his eyes, a wave of pleasure rushed through her that she had pleased him.

Vincent’s hand went under the back of her dress, finding out she wasn’t wearing any panties. He squeezed her naked ass. “Good girl.”

The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow

Everyone suffers from one bad day.

Others suffer for months on end.

Just know that the sun will rise tomorrow,

And then the wind can blow in your hair again.

Giving up is easy,

But living life is well worth the reward.

So wake up tomorrow.

It’s another day closer, another step forward to feel the wind.

It’s worth waking up tomorrow to see your suffering end.

-Sarah Brianne