Page 28 of Kept

He shifts closer. I can smell the soap from his shower still on his skin. I can smell the spicy, woodsy scent that permeated his bedroom. I can feel the heat coming from his body. He leans down and whispers next to my ear, “Caught you.”

I shiver. “What?”

“Now I know what it looks like when you lie.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He makes a little tsk tsk noise. “That’s two lies you’ve told me.”

There is something ominous about the way he says it. That’s two. Like there is some sort of score card. My body feels like it’s electrified, with a current crackling over my skin and striking over and over on my clit. And my ass.

“How—what?—-”

He cuts me off before I can stutter out a sentence. “Security cameras in the alley,” he explains. He gently grabs my hand and brings my glass up to my lips. His touch is burning, like his own thermostat is set just a bit higher than the rest of us mortals. “That was clever, by the way, sticking him behind the dumpster. We never saw him.”

I’m oddly pleased by the compliment. I’m not entirely sure a man has ever called me clever before.

“Robert won’t tell anyone either,” I tell him.

“And you’re sure of this because…” he prompts. His eyes are focused on my lips, like he’s going to read the truth off of them. Like he wants to catch me in a lie.

I really hope you’re bad at following the rules.

Fuck, now all I can think about is the thinly veiled promise behind his words. After the spanking last night, I know it’s not a threat. This man doesn’t do threats.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “He was born here. He knows who you are.”

Vincent seems to consider that for a minute, never taking his eyes off of my lips as they move. “And I have something that he values.”

Confused, I search his face. “What?”

“You.” He knocks the wine glass from my hand, and I’m barely aware of it shattering on the tiled floor. He closes the rest of the distance and fists one hand in my hair while pinning the rest of my body against the glass with his own. He crushes his lips to mine.

CHAPTER 15

Vincent

Her wet, pink tongue darts out and swipes between her lips.

“He was born here. He knows who you are,” she tells me.

I don’t give a flying fuck if he thinks I’m the goddamned bogey man. I can’t stop looking at those lips. “And I have something that he values.”

Her delicate face scrunches up in confusion. “What?”

“You.” I knock the wine glass from her hand and close the distance between us, gripping her long blond hair in my fist. She lets out a tiny, surprised gasp as I crush my lips to hers. She’s fucking paradise. Her lips move against mine, kissing back as I raid and pillage her mouth. She wraps her arms behind my neck and clings on, pulling my head down towards her even more.

I release her hair and slide my hands down her back and ribs, right down to her ass and hoist her in the air, keeping her back pinned against the glass wall. She wraps her toned thighs around my hips. My painfully hard cock throbs as the heat from her pussy presses against my jeans. I suck her plump bottom lip between my teeth. I balance her weight on one hand and step away from the glass. I smack my palm against her perky, denim covered ass. She fucking moans into my mouth and grinds her core against my cock. I’m not even sure she realizes she’s doing it. I spank her ass twice more. Her eyes fly open. Her pupils are dilated, her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen.

“Oh, kitten, you’re mine now.”

“Wha—”

The words are stolen from her lips when the glass surrounding the roof cracks, a violent starburst spreading out from a central impact. Like the rest of the house, the glass is bullet resistant. Because I am who I am. But there is no such thing as bulletproof. I throw us both to the ground, trying to cover her body without crushing her. I hear her yelp but can’t stop to deal with it.

“Go!” I yell, pushing her towards the stairway as I hear more bullets hitting the glass walls all around us. I’m behind her the entire way. I’m armed, but anyone who thinks they are going to shoot back at a sniper with a high-powered rifle with a handgun is an idiot. The stairway door swings closed behind me. I hustle her halfway down before pulling her against my chest. Her eyes are wide with fear. I pull my phone out and dial Aldo.

He answers on the first ring.

---