Kiss Vinnie Vincent Novels & Stories

His gaze fell onto me where I was sitting with the girls on the recliners. "A kiss if I win?" He asked with a wink making me smile and cross my arms neither agreeing nor refusing. Vincent jumped from the height with a majestic flair. He did a few perfectly clean flips in the air before he plunged into the water. The dumbfounded look on Sean's face was too funny, I couldn't help but cover my mouth to stifle a bout of laughter. When Vincent surfaced from the water, he ran his fingers through his wet hair, smoothing the deep black strands sleek back. His handsome face looked even more defined and eye catching.

Professor Vincent didn't move and let me do something to him. I brought my lips close to Professor Vincent's lips and patiently kissed him. Shit, my first kiss! Wait, how do I do this? I'm not good at kissing. Our lips were just touching when Vincent suddenly pressed his lips against mine. Hindi ko mapigilan ang pag-ungol na umalis sa aking mga labi.

I feel his hard cock against my mound and reach down and pull my panties aside for him. “Take that virgin pussy,” I whisper, surprising even myself. But fuck it – I’m wearing heels, his t-shirt and am on my back on a grubby couch in the back of an auto shop, and I’m gonna own it! Vincent’s eyes flare and he grabs me by the chin and practically breaks my jaw with his next kiss. I can feel the grit on his hands against my cheeks and arch against him as he sucks my tongue like he’s trying to devour me.

I pulled back just enough to meet her wide, horrified eyes. “No one,” I whispered against her mouth, voice low and fervent, “no one alive except me and my brothers will ever know how your sweet little pussy fucking tastes again.” I kissed her deeper — tongue sliding in, letting her taste the copper still on me. She moaned into it — half sob, half surrender. That’s when Vincenzo walked in. Naked. Glistening from a quick rinse — but still radiating that dark, kingly heat. His cock was already heavy and thick between his thighs, knot swollen at the base just from watching us.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

“Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.” I hold my breath so hard my lungs start to burn. If she climbs these bleachers, if she finds Zane Volkov crouched behind me with his hand on my waist, there will be no coming back from this. No spin, no excuse. It'll be everywhere by the end of the period. Ice Princess and the West Titans Captain. A headline worse than anything Maddox and Rita could ever manage. Zane's grip tightens slightly, a silent warning to stay still. As if I need it. I am a statue. I am furniture. I am absolutely not thinking about how good he smells, even through yesterday's coffee stains he probably hasn't fully washed out yet.

At the face of the man he'd have to become a murderer to reach her. "Alexei Vitelli is currently in Prague," Victoria continued. "He's meeting with his handlers next week. He'll be vulnerable for exactly six hours. After that, he disappears again for another year." She stood. "You have one week to decide if your love is worth becoming what your mother became." The warehouse lights went out. When they came back on, Victoria was gone. Only Sable remained, standing in the darkness, looking at his sister with eyes that held too many secrets.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Then rested it just under her jaw, fingers curled softly along the side of her neck. The pressure was featherlight. But she didn’t move. His voice was barely audible now. > “But this one? The one who came here anyway? I’d burn every version of me for her.” Ava reached up and caught his wrist—not to stop him. Just to hold it there. No kiss. Not yet. But the heat between them thrummed like a second heartbeat. They stayed like that. One breath. Two. Three. Then Vin’s voice crackled over the comm.

Without waiting for a reply he waved the menu at the waiter and pointed at what he wanted. "I'm alright." "You can go, " he signaled to the waiter. "Ashley, you don't have to feel uncomfortable around me. I only did what I thought would keep you out of your sorrows." "What happened between you two?" Aviana asked with her eyes fixed on me. "We kissed. It was a long romantic kiss. We could have done more but once again your call distracted us." "If you had told me you two were having fun, I won't have called. Ashley, I don't want to puke on your little fantasy world but I hope you know what's more important now isn't having sex with rich men but proving to the world that you are innocent."