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17 | Clara Saint

"𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞...𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞..."

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐞

Negative.

No baby.

I glance up at Vincent and he just stares at the stick for a moment.

"Vincent-"

"Guess I didn't fuck you right."

Fuck.

Butterflies emptied out into my stomach, he looks my way and I nod my head before he grabs my crop top and yanks me towards him. His lips press onto mine, I tiptoe to reach him as my hands grab onto his face. I release a much needed moan, his hands grab the bottom of my thighs before lifting me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he walks out into the bedroom. My lips were almost swollen, he drops me down onto the bed and undoes his shirt, sliding it down his strong arms-revealing the tattoo. He throws it to the side, and towers over me.

My hands automatically finds his shoulders, and his lips find my neck as he kisses it roughly. I moan, arching my stomach into his chest as he goes further up to my ears.

It's been a week without sex.

Without his cock inside me.

Thank god there's no baby.

"Apologise." I whisper, his lips suddenly pause and he lifts his head for his eyes to meet mine. "You heard me. Apologise Vincent. And then you can fuck me all night, my body will be yours- just say sorry..."

A smirk spreads across his lips, and his eyes flicker from my lips down to ridden up crop top.

My hands travel down towards his trousers, I push my finger into the lining.

I pressed my lips against his jaw, tracing a slow path up to his neck, my intent clear. "Go on," I whispered, my breath caressing his skin. "Just four words—'I'm sorry, Clara Kovak.'"

I wanted to understand what was going through his mind right now, and I knew that I wouldn't let him make love to me until he acknowledged his wrongdoing. It had been a minute, a minute where he had to grapple with his ego and pride.

Finally, he relented. "I'm sorry, Clara Kovak."

Those words, the apology I had been waiting for, hung in the air.

Vincent Kovak had actually said it.

"I'm all yours," I whispered, giving in to the desire that had been building between us, my anger momentarily replaced by a surge of raw, unspoken emotions. His lips attack mine and he pushes me deeper into the bed.

I grab his belt, unbuckling it. His hands travel down between my legs, spreading them wide for him. He raises my shirt, covers my eyes with it as his lips trail down to the middle of my breasts.

I gasp, as he reaches between my legs. I feel his hot breath hovering over my cunt. He slides down my underwear, putting my legs over his shoulders as he presses his mouth onto my clit. "Ahh!" I moan out, "fuck! Vincent!"

His mouth knew what it was doing, it knew exactly what to do to make me react. I remove my shirt, and glance down at him. He looked so good between my legs, they spread perfectly for him.

As if they were made for him.

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐤