Chapter Fifty-Nine
I Really Like It When They Scream
“Where are you going?” Lake wrapped her arms around Vincent’s neck, stopping him from tying his tie.
He grabbed her ass, picking her up off the ground and making her wrap her legs around his waist. “I have to go to work. Aren’t you tired of fucking me yet?”
Lake had been fucked by Vincent mercilessly for two days straight. And fuck no, I’m not tired of it yet. Although, she didn’t think he needed to know that.
She bit his bottom lip, taking it between her teeth. “A little.”
His eyes glowed at her, but the sound of knocking made him growl. “You’re lucky he’s here; otherwise, I would bend you over and spank you for that.”
Uh, please?
After he put her back on the ground, he grabbed her hand and started walking her down the steps as she pushed the sexy image out of her mind.
“Who’s here?”
He gave her one of his hot kisses that always made her forget about anything she was thinking of.
“I’ll be back tonight, and don’t think I won’t fucking spank you for that when I get back.” He left her a jumbled mess in the living room as he went to open the door.
“Wait, you didn’t—” Lake turned her head to see her father standing in the doorway. Tears began to fill her eyes. She hadn’t seen him in so long.
Running toward him, she broke down crying as she was finally able to hug him again.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, kiddo.”
* * *
Vincent stepped up to the door, thinking about the greatest fucking two days of his life. He never would have dreamed in a million years that one girl could take everything he had. And then add another fuck on top. However, Lake was certainly making him feel spoiled as he greedily fucked her every time the urge hit.
Leaving her for the first time in two days was hard, but he had left her in the hands of her father. Lake had made him promise not to tell her father anything that happened, not wanting him to blame himself and spiral in another downward slope. Vincent had only agreed that he wouldn’t tell him until he thought her dad could handle it. Vincent, himself, had to deal with leaving her that day at her mother’s house for the rest of his life. Therefore, sooner or later, the man needed to know what his daughter had been put through.
There was only one thing that stood in his path of spending forever with Lake—motherfucking Lucca.
He had given her one favor to cash in whenever she pleased, and it was literally a ‘get out of jail free card’ in real life. Lucca was a man with so much power and determination that he could make the impossible happen. Yeah, like letting Lake disappear forever.
Vincent hastily knocked on the door, knowing he was going to try his fucking best to keep that from happening.
When the door was opened, he was quickly rushed inside.
“My grandparents are making arrangements for a fake fucking funeral with no body. They should be back in an hour.”
He raised his eyebrow. “An hour?”
“Yes,” she sneered, her hand grabbing his tie. “What are you going to do to me for a whole hour?”
Staring at Ashley before him absolutely disgusted him. She was a dumb fucking bitch who didn’t see anything in front of her fucking face. She had not the slightest clue that he had killed her father, not that he thought she would have cared.
Ashley had moved into her grandparents’ house when her father and Lake’s mother had gone fucking crazy, and she didn’t give a damn about her father, only making sure the money he left behind all went into her name. Not only that, but even if he told her he had killed her father to her face, she still would have let him into her house. She wanted to fuck him for one reason—Lake.
Ashley wanted anything Lake had, so the opportunity to fuck her boyfriend had her practically salivating at the mouth.
Vincent grabbed her wrists, squeezing them tightly before he pushed her down to the ground. “Nothing.”
The front door opened, and then the sound of heels clicking filled the room.
“But she will.”
Ashley started to cry. “W-what is going on? What is this bitch doing here?”
“I am so glad you remember me.” A sweet smile crossed her face. “But you must call me Maria.”
Vincent laughed as he went to take a seat.
The jealousy was clear on Ashley’s face when her eyes fell on the blonde in a dress she would die to have. Then her eyes went to her once-expensive nude pumps, which were covered in red stains. She instantly started to get off the ground.
“Bitch! Get out of my hou—”
Striking her in the face with her heel, Maria watched her fall back to the floor, wailing. “I really insist that you call me Maria.”
“Don’t kill her. Just teach her a lesson in how to keep her mouth fucking shut.” Vincent didn’t want to get her hopes up if she went any further. Not that I’d really fucking care either way.
Ashley was screaming as she held her bloody face.
Maria giggled over her screams. “I really like it when they scream.”
The next loud scream that erupted from Ashley’s throat had Vincent almost in bliss. Me, too.