chapter 25

                                    

                                          
It would be an understatement to say that I was soaking, well, whenever I'm around Vincent it seems. My words were caught in my throat as he spoke, I desperately wanted him to fuck me. Hard. He was lucky I was in a playful mood today. I looked up at him as he tightened his grip around my neck, "Is that so? How about I show you how good I can be?" Vincent smiled at me, it was sweet but there was a carnal undertone to it. He chuckled slowly before quickly dropping me to my feet and pushing me to my knees, I fell with a thud and knew my knees would be bruised. He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. "Well then, get to work, Bella." I bit my lip to stop the smirk that was spreading on my face. I loved rough Vincent. When I didn't move, he growled and pulled my hair, letting a delicious pain spread through my scalp, going straight to my aching pussy. "I don't like to wait and I certainly won't be telling you twice, Bella." I was quick to move and lightly grabbed his dick, stroking slowly in my hands. 
                          
He hissed and gripped my hair tighter when I moved to suck the tip, closing my eyes and letting myself enjoy the taste of his pre-cum. I went deeper and used my other hand to caress his balls. "Cazzo, Bella. Just like that." He slowly started fucking me, using my head to thrust into my mouth. Usually, I would get irritated but with Vincent, it was only turning me on more. "Yeah, you like it when Daddy uses your mouth, huh? Such a good little slut." I moaned against his dick and he quickly pulled out. He grabbed me by the arms and turned me around, pushing me against the wall of the shower. The wall was hard and cold against my face and Vincent was holding my neck so I couldn't move, he spread my legs with my knees and shoved his dick in me, with no warning. 
                          
We both groaned at the contact. The pain of him stretching me out turned into a guilty pleasure at this point, I was fucking addicted. I moaned again when he started pounding into me mercilessly, holding onto my neck and I was looking forward to the bruises that would follow. I was a fucking mess in his hold, moaning and wet. Vincent chuckled harshly, "I fucking love the way your pussy clenches around me, Bella. I'm going to fuck you so fast that you won't be able to walk, let alone sit for a whole week. And you will take it like a good girl." There were black spots surrounding my eyes with the immense pleasure Vincent was giving me and when he rubbed my clit I came so hard at his words, I was shaking. My climax led to his, and he stayed there, letting me feel our consequences. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, Vincent turned me around and smashed his lips onto me.
                          
I moaned into his kiss, letting him dominate me completely. He pulled away and lightly kissed my cheek. He looked at me and there was an evil glint winking at me, he smiled. "I'm not done with you yet."
                          
The promise was heavy in the air and my body was clenching with nervousness, a deep pit in my stomach was more than ready for Vincent to use me like I was his. Fuck, if that didn't make me wet, I don't know what will. Currently, Vincent was washing me down, gently cleaning my hair and body, stopping to kiss parts of my neck or shoulders. I practically mewled whenever he did and his touch was intoxicating. It was a shocking jolt whenever I felt this emotion of love around him. It was obvious wherever this relationship was heading was not going to be ideal but I couldn't stop myself from having this little tremble of hope that would shine brightly whenever we shared a secret glance or held hands underneath the table. But, that was the issue, isn't it? Under the table. 
                          
I blinked myself into reality not letting myself fall into this negative spiral, but I knew it would come back to haunt me later. Only when the shower stopped and Vincent wrapped a towel around me did I get out of my head. He quirked an eyebrow at me and frowned before putting his hands on my cheeks, "Are you okay, Izzy? Was it-is it something I did? I'm sorry, I sho-," I stopped his words by leaning in to kiss him, letting my tongue glide smoothly against his. "I'm fine. That was incredible, and I want more." I stepped away from him and walked towards the bed, letting the towel fall onto the ground. I walked to the bed and sat down, legs spread and palms down on my thighs. I heard his steps come into the room and two feet appear in my vision.