Chapter Fifty
That Escalated Quickly
Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing when the doors to the elevator came to a close. The sexual tension between them all stayed high even during the long car ride back. Since they were finally close to being home, it was very obvious what was going to happen when they went their separate ways and the doors came to a close.
Vincent pulled her closer to him and tugged at her hair so he could bite her bottom lip, his other hand going to her butt, slightly raising the back of her dress.
She bit his lip back. “Did Lucca tell you where we were?”
Elle pulled her mouth away from Nero’s, wanting to know, as well.
He slapped her butt. “Yes, and what did I tell you about getting in the middle between him and Chloe?”
Lake looked over at Elle, totally ignoring his last comment. “I’m officially Team Amo.”
“One hundred percent,” Elle agreed.
“Keep her over there. She’s fucking rubbing off,” Nero said, giving a shooing motion to get back.
Hey!
When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, Nero quickly pulled Elle off, whispering, “Thank God,” under his breath.
Vincent pulled Lake off the elevator, his hand remaining on her ass.
Going to their doors, Vincent and Nero both hurriedly tried to unlock them.
Lake and Elle looked at each other, blushing again and trying not to laugh at the two attempting to get the doors open.
“Remember what I said about letting him … you know,” Elle whispered to her.
Nope. “Still not happening,”
Nero was the first to finally manage to find his key and get the door opened.
“See you tomorrow, Elle.” Lake laughed when Nero grabbed Elle’s hand and pulled her inside.
“Hell no.” Nero slammed the door shut.
Lake’s hand was quickly grabbed and she was jerked inside, making her forget about yelling at Nero through the door.
Vincent pushed her against the door, closing his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. His hand moved to her pussy, rubbing her through her panties once again.
She grabbed his jacket, pulling him closer and pressing her body onto his hand, wanting more. Mimicking what he usually did, she used her tongue to get his out so she could suck it hard into her mouth.
He groaned before he pulled away and leaned down, pulling her over his shoulder.
“Vincent, what are you doing?” she screamed when he stood and quickly began walking through the house. She tried to stay still when he started walking up the steps, afraid he might drop her.
“About to fuck you.” He slapped her exposed ass, which was over his shoulder.
She gasped when he threw her down onto the bed before pulling down her panties and quickly tossing them across the room. Watching him hastily take off his clothes, she was a little disappointed. She had wanted to do it while she took her time kissing and exploring his body. He was rushing too much for that to happen, though, and by the semi-crazed look on his face, he was barely holding it together.
He threw his shirt to the ground as he stared down at her. “You’re going to let me taste that sweet pussy.”
Lake tried to back up on the bed. “V-Vincent, you’re going too fast.”
“Baby, this is me going slow.” He planted another kiss on her lips then quickly spread her legs, making her dress come up over her hips. Leaving her hot mouth, he placed kisses on the inside of her thighs.
Looking down at him edging closer to her sex, she could feel the wetness begin to pool between her legs. Her chest grew heavy in anticipation. The last thing she expected was him doing—her mouth fell open and all thought was lost when his tongue traced over her folds.
After his teases of light licks and kisses, he placed his tongue at the bottom of her pussy then licked up.
“You taste fucking delicious.”
Lake’s legs instinctively tried to close when his tongue slid into her pussy, unable to take the erotic sensation. However, he forced her thighs back down and held them wider for him to nuzzle deeper into her folds. The long strokes continued as he worked deeper into her crevice. Her head fell back, whimpering loudly when he wiggled his tongue inside of her deeply.
Smiling against her, pleased with himself, Vincent latched onto her clit and sucked the small bud into his mouth.
She reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair in her hands and pulling. “Vincent!” she said with a moan. His tight suction on her clit was going to make her orgasm any second.
He lapped at her one last time before he rose and yanked off his pants, groaning when the cold air hit his hard length.
When he reached out and grabbed her ankles then slowly started pulling her down to the edge of the bed, one thought crossed her mind: He’s going to fucking kill me, isn’t he?
Grabbing onto her stiletto heels, he pulled them up in the air and lightly kissed her right foot when her ass reached the end of the bed.
“You are so goddamn hot.”
“Fuc—” she screamed, covering her mouth when he spread her legs apart then buried his dick inside of her in one swift and precise movement.
He held his dick there for a moment, holding her still by her thighs, letting her adjust to his size before he slid halfway out then back in. His thrusts were long and slow starting out yet quickly sped up as they both were teetering on the edge after such a long build-up.
“Harder,” she moaned, wanting him somehow deeper inside her, unable to match his thrusts in that position.
One of his hands moved from her thigh and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. He squeezed one as he held her thigh tighter, picking up his speed while thrusting harder and harder into her pussy.
“Fuck, baby, come for me,” he groaned, pinching her nipple.
That was all Lake needed to lose all control, the orgasm racking her body and causing her pussy to spasm over his cock, which sent him over the edge, too.
She bit her finger, trying to hush her screams as his thrusts continued, both of them shaking as their orgasms tore through.
Her eyes fell closed from her haze. He is trying to kill me.
After a moment of attempting to regain his breath, he went for the dress tangled around her hips, making her sit up so he could pull it over her head. Then he kissed her mouth, sliding his tongue inside to claim another part of her.
“I love you so fucking much.”
Lake’s heart ached when he spoke those words again to her then climbed into the bed, pulling her to his chest. Something still kept her from saying it, unsure if the lust and the fucking between them had caused her to like him more than she usually did.
Something also scared her, as the first time they had fucked had been much tamer than this time. His other side was slowly starting to come out, but she could see him fight and torture himself to keep it at bay. Lake knew he didn’t want his dark side to come out on her any more than she did, showing how much he truly loved and cared for her. However, with how fast that had escalated since the last time, she didn’t know how many more times they could fuck before Elle’s words became true.
“Vincent…” She bit her lip, turning over onto her back to look at him. Something else had been bothering her, and she didn’t know how to say it other than simply coming out with it. “How can you love me? I’m not Italian.”
“So? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He looked at her in confusion.
“I just thought you would only want to be with someone who had Italian blood, because of the family and their rule of only Italians being made. It was stupid to ask. I mean, we haven’t even been together…” Her voice trailed off before she shut her mouth and turned back on her side.
She shouldn’t have asked him that. He had said he loved her, not that he wanted to marry her. Still, she couldn’t see Vincent with anyone except his own kind for life as the Family was everything to him. He would want his son to be made, if he had any in the future. That’s how the Vitale’s work, and I would taint them.
Vincent turned her back to look at him, clearly understanding where she was going with this. “You do know Nero’s mother wasn’t Italian? The rule of only being Italian has become more lenient in the Family. You used to have to be a hundred percent Italian to be made, but that’s just not realistic anymore. Now you just have to be of Italian descent.”
“Really?” she asked, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t such a big deal to her.
“Yes.” He kissed her before he rolled her back on her side. “Having the last name Vitale makes you Italian enough.”
Lake smiled at his words as she started to drift off to sleep in his arms, her sleepiness revealing her thoughts. “Don’t leave me in the morning. I hate not waking up beside you.”
He pulled her naked body closer to him. “I won’t, baby. Not anymore.”