Vincent (Made Men, #2)

Lake clutched at the back of his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, screaming into his shoulder, shocked at the rate at which he had managed to pick her up and slide into her.

He only waited a moment before he leaned her back against the wall and began pumping in and out of her hot, wet pussy with short and quick motions, holding her up by her ass.

There was a slight pain at first, not used to the roughness, but her body reacted to his. Her nipples grew taut, and her pussy and ass tingled every time his open zipper slapped at her. She tightened her inner walls around his dick and pushed her heels into his ass deeper as he wildly bucked in and out of her.

Vincent’s rough voice returned to her ear, sounding somewhere between pleasure and pain. “Baby, don’t you ever fucking do that again.”

Lake moaned loudly, letting her head fall back when she felt the first signs of her orgasm. There was no holding out or lasting. She didn’t even know if she was going to survive this. Going from almost being killed to this only further intensified the already-intense fucking.

He drove his cock into her spasming pussy faster. “Do you understand me?” he ground out.

“Yes!” Her moans turned into whimpers, wanting him to slow. However, as he came inside her, he kept up his rough rhythm. He started to scare her again, being closer than ever to that very dark side of himself.

She felt like her body had betrayed her, enjoying the roughness of him holding her climax until his had finally reached its end. Her breathing was heavy, and she thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest while he held her there, trying to calm his. She was scared to move or even think, unsure if the good or the bad version of Vincent was holding her.

Vincent let the wall take most of her weight. That way, he could reach up and tug at her hair so she would look at him.

She swallowed down the lump in her throat, frightened to meet his gaze again.

Lake didn’t expect it when she saw watery baby-blue eyes staring down at her. She instantly softened into him again, unable to see him hurt.

“I know I’m sick and fucked-up, but I’m trying so hard to keep that part of me away from you,” he whispered to her hoarsely, holding her tighter to him. “Lake, I love you. You will never understand how much I fucking love you.”

The gentle kiss at her lips combined with his words made her heart ache to the point it brought pain.

I think I am beginning to understand.

*

Dante swirled the dark liquid in his glass as he stared at his son Lucca flicking his lighter open then closed. “Please explain to me why the fuck I just scraped one of my men off the floor and how this fucker could have managed to get close enough to possibly kill my daughter.”

The elevator was programmed with two secret codes: one to take you to the casino in the basement and another to take you to the top, which held his office and the rooms for his men. The actual floor buttons didn’t fucking exist, so no one could just press a fucking button and ‘poof’ you’re there.

Lucca continued to flick his lighter as he spoke. “I assume Al thought he could handle it himself since he didn’t alarm anyone else in the security room. By the time anyone else noticed what was going on with his part of the tapes, I had already made it to Nero’s.”

Dante took a drink. Stupid fuck. Al had always been a cocky dick, but he had been one of his best men in the security room, which was why he specifically had watched the elevator and the hallways on the top.

“How did the fucker make it on the elevator?”

“He had a room key, so Joe let him through.”

He had known Lucca’s answer before he had said it, but he had to ask, anyways.

Leaning back in his chair, he looked at his confidant Vinny who hadn’t spoken a word yet, knowing what was on his mind. It was on all of their minds.

“He’s a made man, isn’t he?”

Lucca began to roll the lighter through his fingers. “By the looks of him, yes.”

Fuck. The fucker wasn’t a Caruso, so that meant he belonged to a different family. “This would make it the second fucking time a Luciano has hit me here.”

Vinny finally broke his silence. “Be careful, Dante. We have more to lose this time if a war was to happen.”

Dante slammed his hands down on the table. “He went after my fucking daughter!”