Page 49 of Breaking Vincent
He doesn’t sound happy or angry at the fact that he never figured it out, so I’m not sure what to do. I just shrug my shoulders, “Surprise…”
A smirk breaks out on his face and I can’t help but laugh.
Hopefully this means he wants to keep me. Because I sure as hell want to keep him.
“David, I really am sorry about all of this. I do wish I told you from the start who I am. I never imagined I would actually develop feelings for you, truthfully I was just seeing if you’d fuck me while doing some painful shit.”
David rolls his eyes, “This could have all been avoided if you weren't such an entitled prick at the coffee shop.”
I mock gasp and shove at his shoulders. “I’m not entitled! Yes, I acted like a prick, but entitled isn’t a word I would use to describe myself.”
He grabs my hand that I left resting on his shoulder, pulling my fingers to his face, he presses his lips to my skin. A soft moan slipping from my mouth. It's been so long since he touched me, I almost forgot what it was like to feel the sparks of excitement.
“People like you are always entitled. Ever heard of pretty privilege?”
I scoff. “Of course, I have. If that’s your argument, then that must make you as bad as me. I mean, have you seen what you’re wearing tonight. You’re basically a wet dream come true. Have you seen suit-porn before?”
His eye brows shoot up his head.
“Oh, come on, don’t look so surprised. You know you're gorgeous.” I pull my fingers out of his grasp and start to stand up.
Before I even manage to get both feet on the ground, he's pulling me into his lap.
“AH, DAVID!” I squawk. Flaring my long arms through the air, trying to find purchase on anything I can reach. “Put me the fuck down. I’m too big to be sitting on your lap.”
David laughs and pulls me closer by wrapping his arms around my back. “I’m not going to drop you, calm down.” He smooths his hands up my chest before wrapping his fingers around my neck. “Now tell me, are you going home or can I show you something?”
Am I fuck leaving.
Even if an eight-foot polar bear came walking through that door, I wouldn't leave.
I mean, maybe?
Actually, I would leave. I don't want to die.
But you get my point.
Fingers wrap tighter around my neck, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Answer me, Vincent.”
The way he growls my name makes my balls pull up tight. “Fuck. I’ll go wherever you want me to.”
“I thought you’d say that.” David stands up, forcing me to stand back on my own two feet. I don’t even try to hide the pout. I know I was worried about him dropping me, but I could get used to squishing the guy if it meant I could wrap myself around him.
David holds his hand out to me and we walk out of the room. He leads me towards the door that I know leads down to the basement. I don't know what he has planned, but I start walking faster. Hoping that an intense orgasm is somewhere in the near future.
Now that I think about it, it's been days since I last came. Too depressed to even think about jerking it alone at home, too busy missing David.
We come to a stop and David pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. Which reminds me I’ve left my mask in Williams’s office. “God damnit.”
David startles and looks at me, his eyes all wide and confused.
“I forgot my mask. What if someone steals it?” I whine.
He rolls his eyes. “Fuck the mask. If someone pinches it, I’ll buy you a new one.”
“Hmm okay, sugar Daddy,” I wiggle my brows.
David huffs and finally opens the door. “In you go, brat,” he says and he delivers a hard smack to my ass.