“That’s it? No wonder you’re not together.”
I seized his dress shirt and slammed my mouth into his. My tongue slashed into him, his mint taste flashing an image of the beach. I pretended we rolled on the sand while waves lapped our feet. I saw him in the military haircut, wearing the uniform. In my dreams, it wasn’t a scandal to kiss him.
He ravished me. He sucked on my lower lip, stifling my moans with his consuming kisses. I raked his hair, hissing when we bumped into a wall. He marked my neck with tiny stings. He nipped down, stopping just before my breast. His touch sailed up my thigh and grabbed my ass, kneading me. We tore at each other until he kicked open a door.
Vinn dragged me into his bedroom. He pushed me into a chair, his face still glued to mine. He cradled my cheek, which shouldn’t have lit my being on fire. He used to pinch my jaw and smile. It made me feel special, but he kept doing it, and when I got older, the burn spread to naughty places.
“That’s better,” he whispered, kissing me softly. “Much better.”
I licked my mouth. “What will you do to me?”
His breath cut my skin as I stared into a remorseless gaze. “You won’t move. No matter what I do, your legs stay open.”
I nodded, my breathing shallow.
Suddenly, he left the cradle of my arms. His shirt collar revealed the deep red flushing his chest.
I ached to drag him close and explore his body. It took everything I had not to fall into his embrace.
His rough fingers rolled up my sleeves. He leaned on the chair, and then his lips touched mine, soft and gentle. His tongue slid under my pout and sucked. The heat lashed me with bliss. A glow throbbed in my pussy as he played with me, the pull at my navel so strong I cupped his face.
“No touching.”
My hands flew to the chair, and my legs clenched. The darkness in his tone affected me.
“Why am I sitting?”
“I’m asking the questions. They’ll be very personal.” His silky voice carried a challenge. “Refuse to answer or lie, and I’ll whip your ass.”
I nodded.
His smile flickered. “What’s your name?”
“L-Liana.”
“How old are you?”
I gaped at Vinn. “You know that.”
“I will start fucking your mouth unless it’s a response to my question.”
That titillating image blasted my thighs with steam.
He tapped me. “How old?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Where did you grow up?”
“Boston,” I said, bewildered.
Vinn disappeared as he stepped around, sweeping the hair from my shoulders. He tickled my neck.
“Where do you go to school?”
I arched into his touch before remembering the order—Don’t move. I stilled, gripping the arms. “B-Bourton University.”
Vinn sank into the chair beside mine, sleeves rolled up his tattooed biceps. “Do you meet a lot of guys at college?”
“Uh—sure.”
“Tell me about your boyfriends.”
I wetted my lips. “Boyfriends?”
“How many have you had?”
My palms slipped. “I—what?”
He nipped the shell of my ear. “How many boyfriends?”
“None.”
His tone darkened. “The truth, Liana. Now.”
“I’ve never been in a relationship.”
My half-hearted attempts to move on always ended in disaster. I’d never stopped loving him—even my hate was coated in so much love.
His brows flickered as he digested that. He blinked, losing his thread a little. “How many men have you been with?”
He slowly ripped open my blouse. Buttons snapped as they popped off, tickling my stomach. His raking gaze stroked my body as he pulled the shirt off my curves. His finger slid along my bra, making my breath hitch.
“I want their names, Liana.”
“Let-let me think.” I’d fumbled with a few in high school and college, but none had progressed very far. “There-there was Ben. James and Dennis. Then y-you.”
“Three boys and me. That’s it?”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “Yes, I think so.”
“Do you think or know?” Vinn trailed his grip up my arm.
My heart seized. “I definitely know.”
“Good. Tell me about the first boy.”
“He went to a different school. We met through friends, and he took me to the movies.”
“You fucked him?”
If Michael ever caught him talking like this, he’d slit his best friend’s throat without hesitation.
I flinched. “No, I didn’t. It-it was innocent. We made out in the movie theater.”
“Did he touch your tits?”
I nodded, burning at the memory.
A smile staggered across Vinn’s face. “Did he go under your bra?”
“Sometimes, but I usually—” I stopped as he cupped me through the fabric, his thumbs stroking where my nipples ached. “Oh.”
“You usually what?”
Vinn’s voice softened, but it didn’t disguise his intentions. He drew circles, torturing me through the thick cups. Heat tingled my nipples as they stiffened into points. I bit my lip against the inferno claiming my pussy.
“Liana, if I have to ask again—”
“I’d push him off me. Back then, I didn’t like doing it in a public place.”
Vinn snorted. Then he eased the bra over my breasts.
I shuddered, releasing a low hiss. Arousal pooled between my thighs as Vinn followed the band, loosening the straps. His stare dipped to my cleavage, and when it swung to my eyes, he twisted the clasp.
The bra tumbled to my belly.
His warm hand swallowed my breast. He rolled my nipple. My blood surged at the teasing intimacy. My teeth ground together as he tweezed me, the gentle friction shooting sparks. My breathing labored as he gave the same attention to my other breast.
God, he was amazing.
But why was he doing this?
Vinn offered me no answers as he kneaded me, his gaze snapping to my face as though to gauge my response. He gathered both nipples. Then he pinched.
I gasped.
“What else did you do with him?” he demanded. “Did his mouth touch your tits?”
I couldn’t say a word. His skillful hands had robbed me of breath.
He squeezed harder.
The unexpected bolt of pleasure made me gasp. “N-no.”
“Never fucked you with his fingers?”
My cheeks heated. “Vinny.”
“I’m not your Vinny.” He leaned forward, his words tickling my skin. “Answer me.”
“No—oh, God.”
His mouth smothered my nipple. He suckled me, tantalizing the buds that’d already swollen to their fullest. Wet heat lashed the hardened point, and a spurt of desire spiraled within me, centering on Vinn’s flicking tongue. My whole being flooded with lust. A moan slipped from my lips, and I buried my hands in his hair.
“Oh, I want more. Vinn.”
He bit me.
I yelped and returned to the chair.
He tore away, leaving me with a red mark and a throbbing ache. “Tell me about the other guys.”
I sucked in harshly and tried not to rub my thighs together.