Darcy

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For both mine and his sake, I did end up untying him.

"If I do recall correctly, you also tied me up when I first got here." I reminded him but he only glared at me in silence as I slowly took my time to undo the knots. 

I could feel his burning eyes on me and at that moment, I was glad he wasn't able to read my thoughts, especially during these times.

I removed the excessive amount of knots I had tied before tossing the tie to the side of the bed. He remained unmoving even as I lowered my gaze to meet his. His expression was impassive and for some reason, it made it all the more hotter.

Suddenly his hand shot up, wrapping it around my neck. My eyes widened and I froze in shock, the breath quite literally knocked out of me. 

I watched him for a short second before a slow smile grew on my face at his aggressiveness as he grasped at my throat, leaving me with only just enough air to breathe in. With his palm pressing right against my windpipe, I could feel my esophagus closing but yet I was enjoying every second of it as I gasped for air. 

Suddenly he released his grasp and his hands slipped to the nape of my neck, urging my neck down before bringing my face down to his.

Our lips collided and I immediately captured his bottom lip between my teeth, gently sucking on it. There was a strange passion to the kiss that was indescribable. Millions of thoughts ran through my head but none of them were comprehensible.

A low grunt came from the back of his throat.

"Darcy," He groaned out, beginning to pull away.

I moaned gently behind his lips in protest, refusing to part with his lips. After a moment I finally gave up, breaking away from the kiss.

"You need to go get ready to leave." He informed me, watching me as a small pout grew on my lips. I sighed, knowing he was right.

...

"Are you not bringing anything?" He asked, looking down at me. We were standing by the front door, ready to leave since the taxi he had called for me was already downstairs and waiting. 

I gave him a ridiculing look at his question. 

"No, I didn't bring anything when you kidnapped me," I said, sarcastically, rolling my eyes. The only thing I had brought with me was my phone and that was in my back pocket. 

He was dressed and cleaned up, wearing a white button-up shirt and black dress pants. 

I had chosen a simple outfit, just enough to provide warmth from the cold weather topped with the blue necklace he had gotten me around my neck, matching the rest of my outfit. I had even managed to shower before it was time to leave.

He watched me for a short moment, ignoring my sarcasm. "If you need extra clothes or anything else, you're welcome to take it with you." 

"I'm good,"

Vince then frowned, looking at me like I had just kicked his puppy. 

"What?" 

"You're forgetting something." He remarked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. 

I pursed my lips, trying to think of what he was talking about. 

"The Christmas present I got you..." He muttered, almost too low to hear. My eyes widened before I lowered my head in shame. How could I forget?

Smiling sheepishly, I went back into the room to find the present box Vince had gotten me with the lingerie in it. I quickly found it, picking it up before leaving the room to walk back to the front door.