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11 | Vincent Kovak

"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭..."

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭

Clara 3 : Vincent 2

Fuck her lips were perfect.

I shouldn't be doing this but the way her hands travel down my back make me go crazy, she spreads her legs to fit me in between. Her tongue wraps around mine, dancing a tango almost.

My lips travel down her jaw, against her neck as I release the gun in my hand and shove it to the side. Her legs wrap around my waist, pushing my hard cock against her. The only fabric in the way was her dress.

She grabs my face and brings me towards her, kissing my mouth. Her fingers trail down to my boxers, she lines the fold of it before tucking her hand in.

I reluctantly pulled away from her, a mix of emotions swirling within me.

She sat up on her elbows, a playful smile spreading across her lips. She took a moment to wipe the lipstick from the side of her mouth, and then stood up, adjusting her dress before glancing around the room.

With a casual air, she walked toward the door.

"What are you trying to do?" I spit out.

She continues to face the door, before pushing herself away from it and heading over to me. I glance down at her, she uses her finger to trace the words on my chest, "to make you go crazy for me..." she whispers, her hand trailing towards my neck as she pulls me down so that her lips touch my ears. "And by the way you're hard for me- I can tell I've accomplished that."

My jaw tenses.

No.

This isn't how this works.

As she reached for the doorknob, I walk over to her and push her stomach against the door. Caging her from leaving with my arms. "Women go crazy for me, not the other way around."

"I guess I'm different Vincent." I chuckle, burying my head into the crook of her neck.

"You're not different. You're just like the rest of them, a beg. Now go downstairs to your fiancé and kiss him instead of kissing his older brother. Clara."

She turned back to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I guess I'll take your advice, and go kiss my fiancé instead." She says before disappearing behind the closed door.

I released a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding, my mind racing as I contemplated the implications of the tattoo on my chest. Quickly, I grabbed a shirt from the cupboard, buttoning it up meticulously to ensure that the tattoo remained hidden. I slide on my blazer and head out of my bedroom and towards the breakfast room where noise was echoing from.

The security personnel pushed the door open for me, and as I entered the room, I could feel all eyes locking onto me. It was clear that my recent escapades had not gone unnoticed.

"And the Devil woke up," Steve remarked with a sardonic grin, rising from his chair to greet me with a handshake.

I offered a tired smile in response. "Had a rough night," I admitted, taking my seat at the head of the table. The maid promptly set my breakfast in front of me, but my attention was immediately drawn to the scene playing out across the table.

Clara sat there, her eyes glistening, engrossed in conversation with Roman. His laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but notice the gleam of an engagement ring on her finger as he took her hand in his. The realisation hit me like a punch in the gut.