CHAPTER 14
VINCENT
Standing up from the chair, I move to sit on her makeshift king-sized bed. She comes next to me, biting the bottom of her lip. She’s hesitant, but her face is flushed from my touch.
“My father was in prison.” I’m not entirely sure why I’m divulging this information, but something inside of me needs this connection with her. I want to tell her everything. “I was seven at the time. Lived with Tom and his family for eight years while my dad did time.”
She hums, letting me know she’s listening, her body swaying toward mine as I speak. “My mom died while giving birth to me out on the rez. My dad barely knew her. He actually tried to get gaming off the ground, but the Tribal Council was against having anyone who didn’t have Native blood work with them. Even with a Native wife, they didn’t accept him. Once I was born, he brought me back to New York. Back to the family. This violence and this life is what I was raised on, Eve.”
I shift, bringing her closer to me so that we’re touching. I want to pull off her clothes, feel her naked skin on mine. But I have to get this off my chest—make sure she knows what she’s getting with me. It goes against everything I know, but I can’t just…take her. She deserves more than that.
“I’m technically perfect for this world. I’ve got enough self-awareness to understand that I’m built for it physically and mentally. But it’s still not what I want. I want out. I want to be free. I can’t leave the family in all ways; I understand that. But I’m physically leaving here soon. And when I go, I want you with me. I can’t promise a life with a small yellow house and a white picket fence. But I can promise you…maybe a clean trailer out on the rez.” She pushes an errant hair from my eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
“Nothing surrounding us for miles.” I raise my eyebrows, looking at her with thoughts of the future in my mind. “I’ll buy us a motorcycle and we can spend our nights riding free. I’ll work hard and build out the hotel and casino. You can be my lawyer. What do you say? Let’s keep this secret, for now. I want the real, Eve. And you’re it. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Vincent.” She drops her head onto my chest, wetness moving from her eyes and dampening my skin. I pull her body to mine, wrapping my arms around her small shoulders.
“Say yes, baby.” I’m practically groveling, the sound of my voice foreign to me. “Trust me. Trust in me. I have these last few months, and then I’m going out there. You can stay here and we’ll do long distance if you want.”
She sniffles. “What about the lies? And Tom told me about prison. And you’re making it sound so perfect, easy, even. But it isn’t, Vincent. And my sister. She—”
“It IS easy. And lockup is always a possibility for me. I’m not going to lie to you. That’s the truth. But I’ll make it as simple as it can be. We’ll be careful. Your sister? She’ll understand eventually. Just say yes to me, baby. Say ye—”
She grabs my head and presses her lips to mine, stunning me.
I pull her closer, so every part of me is touching every part of her. I slowly take off her T-shirt. She shudders, completely topless in my arms. Her body is my heaven; I want to worship it.
She moves forward, grabbing the covers to pull them over herself.
“Don’t cover yourself from me. Not now. Not ever.”
She drops her hands and lets me take my fill of her body with my eyes. God, this girl. Mine. Thank fuck it isn’t dark in here; the city lights have me seeing every beautiful inch of her clear skin.
A thought crosses my head—that maybe someone can see through the window. I stand up hesitantly, shutting the blinds with a curse on my lips. It’s a reminder that I won’t be able to have her openly, and I hate it.
I move back into the bed, pulling her soft and pliant body on top of mine as her small hands frame my face. She leans in, lips to my ear. “Are we really going to do this?” Her voice is a prayer.
I flip her beneath me so she’s lying on the bed and shift myself to the bottom, sliding off her underwear with my hands. “Yeah, baby. We are.”
Moving back up, I press my hands against her core. She immediately pushes herself toward me. I know what she wants, but I need to drag it out as long as I can. I palm her, feeling wetness straight through her simple cotton underwear. She’s soaked.
“Always so ready for me. Fuck. I’m going to give you everything I have tonight, and then some.” She’s panting now as I shift my hand rhythmically against her. Every single cell in my body is yelling to get closer. To brand her. I want to get so deep inside her I’ll become part of her.
She stops for a moment, and my brain registers there’s something she wants to say. “What’s wrong?”
“Vincent, I—”
All at once, I decide I can’t let her continue. I put my thumb over her lips to quiet her. I can tell from her expression she wants to say a million things. She’s angry with me for withholding all of this from her last year. She’s furious I have this bullshit girlfriend. She’s mad I have duties to the family. I stare at her intently. “I know, Eve. I feel all your anger, too. Hang onto me through this, and we’ll make it out together. All we need is time.”
“How do you read me like this, Vincent?” she asks quietly, grabbing my hair.
“I read you because I listen to you. I listen to your body. I listen to your eyes.” I lift her face and start kissing her, bringing the focus back to the moment. Eve is so tiny I can easily move my hands from the tips of her toes up to her entire body. I finally let myself just consume her with my mouth, drinking in her essence.
I take my time sucking on her neck, down her chest and onto her nipples. She doesn’t realize what I’m doing, but something primal inside me is forcing me to mark her. She moans from the deep sensation of my mouth sucking on her skin. I know I’m intense, but I can be no one other than myself.
She grips my neck, pulling me down to her. I know she’s ready for me. I put two of my fingers into her mouth and she opens wide for me. “Suck.”
She does what she’s told, twirling her soft tongue and coating my fingers. When I pull them from her lips, she looks at me with nervousness and love. I pause for a moment, swallowing hard and savoring the feeling.
“Eve, I love you. You know that, right?” I couldn’t stop the words even if I wanted to.
“Tell me this is real, Vincent.” Her voice is a plea.
“This is never-ending.”
“Tell me you’ll stay safe for me.”
“I won’t lie to you; I live a dangerous life. You see me here and in school, but I’ve got duality, remember?”
I slide one wet finger into her core, and she immediately gasps, gripping my shoulders. She’s so fucking tight I groan, adding a second finger and curling them up, hitting that spot. I can barely believe that a girl this beautiful has never been touched before. She was made for me. Every second of this moment is mine and mine alone, and I plan on making sure I set a benchmark so damn high, no man on earth could ever compete.
When I look down, her entire body is coated in a light sheen of sweat. Fucking perfect. I finally move up over her. “You still want this? I need to hear it.” My voice is a raspy whisper.
“Oh God, Vincent, p-please…” she begs. I slide a pillow underneath her butt, giving me a better angle to enter her.
Eve’s skin. Eve’s dark hair. Eve’s lips, so pouty and beautiful. Eve’s nipples, a perfect shade of rose. I see the red splotches all over her chest from my mouth and it spurs me on. Mine.
“Come inside me…don’t wait anymore,” she begs, hooking her legs around me in an effort to keep me in place. I laugh at her attempt to stop me from moving away. I’m so much bigger than her, there’s no way she could physically restrain me. But the truth is with just one word from her, I’d bow at her feet. She’s the queen, and I’m nothing but her servant. She doesn’t want me to tease her anymore? Her wish is my command.
“I’m clean, but I want to get a condom on until we get you on the pill.” I try to move off the bed, but she grips me tightly. “Just a sec, okay?” I kiss her forehead and move off. Pulling out a condom from my wallet, I slide it on. She watches with a wide-eyed stare, looking at my dick with anxiety.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry. It’ll fit.”
“Are you sure? I don’t know, Vincent. I don’t think that’s possible. I mean, I obviously didn’t realize before how enormous it is. And I’m so much smaller than you. What if I break?”
I laugh out loud. “I swear it. You were made for me. Nothing will make you feel as good as this. Lay down.”
She does as I ask, but I can tell from her body language that she’s tightened up. I kiss her lips and neck until she’s rolling her body beneath me.
She moves her lips to my ear. “Do it now, Vincent. I’m ready.”
I don’t listen. Instead, I slide my fingers around her clit, swirling them until she’s writhing in pleasure. With a breath, I sink into her heat. It’s been a while and I freeze, willing myself to hold back. “You okay?” My voice sounds strangled, even to my own ears.
“Vincent. It’s too much—”
“It’s okay. Just breathe through it and let your body relax.” I smooth the hair away from her face. I know my dick is the first she’s ever seen, but if Eve really knew how big I am compared to other guys, she probably would have run away at the sight of it. I don’t want to hurt her any more than I have to, so I will myself to be as slow and gentle as possible. Sweat gathers on my forehead, dripping from my head onto her chest.
She grips my shoulders, staring deeply into my eyes as I finally push in all the way. The moment I feel the breakthrough, I have to stop. It feels too good.
I hear her suck in a breath. “It burns, Vincent.”
“I know, baby. Keep breathing.”
We’re all tongues and groans. Never in my life did I kiss like this during sex. Holy shit, but every inch of me is begging for this connection with her. My body is tense from going slow, my movements driving us both to the brink of euphoria. I want to make this good for her. Make it last.
I watch as the electricity enters her bloodstream. “Ohhh,” she says on an exhale as if bliss has hit her all at once. She’s so close. I track every movement she makes. When her pussy starts to tighten, I think I may pass out. With every thrust, I’m marking her slow and deep. My ribs are aching, but nothing short of a gun to my head would make me stop. Finally, with a groan, I finish. She holds onto me with her legs still wrapped around my waist, and I can sense her unwillingness to let me go.
Pressing another kiss on her shoulder and then her lips, I stand again. After taking care of the condom, I walk to her small closet and pull out a fresh washcloth, wetting it with hot water from her tiny sink. Before getting back into bed, we lock eyes. She’s waiting for me with her legs closed, looking at me expectantly. She’s unsure what she’s supposed to do, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Open up for me, baby. I think things may have gotten a little messy.” When she opens her thighs, what I see turns me from possessive to wholly insane. I clean her off gently, making sure not to miss a spot.
“You’re in me now,” she whispers. She has no idea how badly I want that to be true. I want every man who ever sees her to know that she’s taken.
I pull her flush against me. “I want to own every single part of you.” I grab her waist tightly.
“But you do, Vincent,” she replies. “You have me.”
The look I see in her eyes? It’s more than love. So much is moving between us that I feel high. I shift, kissing her entire body. She’s giggling as I find her ticklish spots, nuzzling between her breasts and behind her ear. We kiss and play around in bed and it’s so innocent and yet, it’s ecstasy. Something I never imagined possible.
Sometime around four in the morning, I stand to leave. She’s watching as I dress myself, first with my pants and then sliding on my shirt. My ribs feel like they’re on fire, but my heart is too damn happy to care.
“Vincent, don’t leave me yet. Why do you need to go?” I hear her distress, but I need to leave before anyone sees me. The truth is, we should have done this at my place in SoHo.
I crouch down by her bedside. “This isn’t goodbye, okay? I just don’t want anyone to see me leaving here in the morning. I love you.” Have words ever felt more natural rolling off my tongue?
She nods her head in understanding.
I lift my hand, scratching the back of my neck. “I’m a selfish fuck, Eve. I couldn’t help myself last night. If you’re bruised on your neck and chest, don’t be afraid, okay? It’s just from my mouth. You also might be sore down there. Just take it easy the next few days, yeah?” I know that Eve knows nothing other than me. She was so innocent before I came into her life…Jesus, forgive me.
She pushes the sheet down, staring at her skin. “You like marking me.” She states it as a fact and she’s absolutely right. I do love it. If I could, I’d go back over them now and make the bruises darker. Last longer. Everyone on earth should know she’s taken.
I drop to my knees and put my forehead against hers, breathing in her breaths. She lightly pushes me back, forcing eye contact.
“I want to take the risk.”
I press our lips together, pulling back for just enough time to get a few words out. “I love you.” Kiss. “I fucking love you.” Kiss. “So much.” I don’t let go, even when I taste the salt from her tears. I finally slow us down and push myself back up again.
“Vincent, you’re everything to me.” Her voice is laced with love, but also pain. “I’m a-afraid, though. I’ve worked so hard to get here, and—”
“I swear it. I’ll never take your future from you.” Taking the small gold crucifix off my neck, I push her hair to the side and close the clasp at her nape. Kissing the cross to the center of her throat, I blink into her large brown eyes. Her long lashes open and close, and then somehow, I get myself up and walk out her door.