“No.”
The last thing she needs, when I’m planting and growing her doubts about him is to make contact. He doesn’t need to be in the same room she’s in to take control. He could absolutely do it over the phone.
I also don’t want to reassure him that she’s still alive. As much as it aggravates me to consider anyone thinking I would hurt Mia, he’s always thought of me as a wild card. After everything they’ve both put me through over the years, maybe he does think I’d kill her. Maybe he thinks I’ve snapped. Embraced the previous generation’s traditions and sought revenge on my faithless first love.
I don’t care if he thinks I killed her—I almost prefer it. As long as he doesn’t know where to find me, he can go on thinking that for the rest of his miserable, Mia-less life.
I’m done talking about him, though. I just want to enjoy my faithless first love now that I have her in my bed. Tugging Mia closer, I dip my head to kiss her soft, perfect lips.
“Vince.” My name falling from her lips is an objection, but a feckless one. She knows I’m going to kiss her. She knows she’s going to like it. She just has to toss it out there to say she tried. I don’t care. I don’t care what she has to tell herself, I only care how it makes me feel when her mouth softens against mine, when her lips part just a little bit, and I can catch her bottom lip between mine.
I wasn’t turned on a second ago, but I sure am now. I move my erection against her, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Vince.” She objects again now as her leg gets caught between mine, needing to let us both know, again, that she doesn’t want this. It drives me crazy how Mia always lies, but this one isn’t new; this one I can live with. Her body often wants things the rest of her doesn’t. I’m a little surprised she hasn’t accepted that after four years with him, but maybe he likes that. He can probably purge the darkest parts of himself in her, knowing he isn’t actually hurting her, even while she insists he is.
God, this woman.
It should kill my arousal, thinking of her with him, but it only makes me yearn harder to possess her. He stole what was mine, and now I’ve stolen her back.
“Vince, please. I can’t,” she tells me, pushing against my chest as I push myself against her again. “I can’t. Please. You know I can’t. I belong to Mateo.”
“You belonged to me first,” I remind her before claiming her lips again. I want to claim every damn part of her.
She breaks away, her soft hand pressing against my bare chest. “But I belong to him now. He will kill me if I let you fuck me.”
“Then don’t let me,” I murmur, my mouth moving to her neck. I catch one of her wrists, tugging it from my chest, moving it behind her back.
Looking at me seriously, she says, “Then he’ll kill you.”
I smirk, kissing her lips again. “Not if he can’t find me.”
Chapter Fifteen
Mia
He moves on top of me and my heart kicks up a few speeds.
I push against his chest, turning my face away from him when he tries to kiss me again. “Vince, get off me. Come on.”
His hand moves between us and he rubs me through the fabric of my panties. “Remember that talk we had about you not being the boss of me this time?”
I roll my eyes and go to shove his hand away, but he pins my arms down at my sides and fearful arousal moves through my idiotic body. “This hardly counts,” I tell him. “I don’t want to boss you around, I’m simply telling you I don’t want to have sex.”
“You like to have sex.”
“Yep—with your cousin.”
His eyes narrow at that. I don’t know why I’m trying to piss him off. It’s probably not the best way to get him to stop. God, he brings out the bitchiest side of me. “Sorry,” I say, considering his current position hovering above my body, half naked and aroused. “That slipped out.”
“Why do you like to be mean to me?” Vince asks.
Because you let me. I don’t say that, obviously, but the thought skates across my mind. I don’t even like it, it’s just true. Vince is too soft for me. I’m soft; I need a harder man like Mateo to complement me. I can never be good to Vince. I don’t even know why, I just can’t, no matter how hard I try. He doesn’t hold my interest. Mateo holds my interest like he holds my hair when he fucks me—with a firm fucking grip.
“Jessica wants to fuck you,” I say, instead of answering. Maybe I can divert his interest, distract him. Maybe I can get us back to talking. Focus his interest on someone else.