Chapter 42

Sarah

Vincent laughs and slowly lifts himself off of me while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

My heartbeat quickens as he towers over me, his gaze lingering on my flushed features and heaving chest. I kept my eyes locked on his.

Slowly, he extends a hand to help me up, but at the last moment, he takes it away.

Instead, Vincent used that hand to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't want to get off," he admits.

My breath hitched at his husky admission, my eyes widening ever so slightly. "Why not?" I whisper.

"I want to fuck you... right now," he whispers against my ear, his voice low and rough with need.

I shiver as goosebumps prickle my skin, and despite my better judgment, I feel myself arching towards him slightly.

"I won't let you. Not when you have a mistress," I force myself to say.

"I didn't sleep with her." Vincent almost sounds annoyed.

"But you will, right?" I ask.

He grins. "Maybe."

I narrow my eyes at Vincent, refusing to let him get the best o