Unforgivable Ties

Chapter 23

Stephanie

V incenzo and I pulled into the underground parking garage of the apartment complex we lived in. The two of us had just finished getting dinner at my favorite spot, Minnie’s Diner. He hadn’t known about it until I took him there, and now he was obsessed.

We stepped into the underground garage, and somehow, the wind chill bit through even down there. I shivered in my winter coat, wrapping my arms around myself in a fruitless attempt to ward off the sudden drop in temperature.

“It’s fucking freezing,” I complained as we waited for the elevator. “I’ve always hated it. I’m moving to California when I’m done with med school.”

He scoffed, and maybe I was imagining it, but it was a very dark possessive look in his eyes.

We stepped into the elevator as it arrived with a soft ding.

“Shoot, I left my phone in the car!” I said, beginning to step out of the elevator. “We need to go back.”

He stopped me with an outstretched arm. “You go to the lobby and wait before you freeze your ass off. I’ll get it.”

His words were firm, leaving no room for argument. I nodded, relenting under his protective insistence. As the elevator doors shut behind me, my heart did one of those little flip-flops. Vincenzo was always looking out for me and doing nice things, a stark contrast to his cold personality.

I exited the elevator doors and walked into the lavish lobby. When I first moved here, I was in absolute awe that people lived this way. Heck, I was still in awe that people lived this way. But I had grown accustomed to it over time, even if the opulence still left me feeling a bit like I was in a dream.

“Stephanie,” a cold voice said to me.

Well, that was an easy way to ruin my day.

“Preston,” I responded, not bothering to hide my disinterest.

He had exited the descending elevator from the apartments and was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. He looked like a mannequin in a high-end clothing store; his hair, a perfect blonde wave styled with just the right amount of product, his clothes obscenely expensive and meticulously tailored to his lean frame. His cheekbones were sharp, almost too sharp for his face.

“Are you headed home?” he asked.

I hated the way he looked at me. Most of the times it was a combination of wanting to tear my clothes off, mixed with a glacial hatred. At least at med school, he played nice.

“Uh huh,” I responded, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible.

“Alone?” His icy blue eyes flickered with vague curiosity, his thin lips curving upward into a smile that seemed more predatory than friendly.

“Never for long,” Vincenzo came up from beside me and wrapped his arms around me before planting a kiss on my temple. “Hey, babe.”

Babe. Even though they were fake, I loved hearing the words come out of his mouth. I wanted him to call me that every day, to whisper it in my ear at night.

Preston’s smile faltered as he glanced at Vincenzo, his icy gaze turning frostier.

“Steph forgot her phone in the car,” he said to Preston. “So, if you’ll excuse us.” Vincenzo motioned for him to move out of the way.

“Why you,” Preston said, a sneer growing on his face. “You’re a piece of work. I don’t know what you plan on doing with Stephanie, but you need to stay away from her.”

“And who’s going to make me?” he asked.

He faced me and ran his thumb along my lower lip, and I knew what he was silently asking for. I didn’t even think about it. I stood on my tiptoes to meet Vincenzo halfway.

He leaned down and crashed his lips against mine. I thought it would be a gentle kiss, something to show off in front of Preston as a “fuck you.” But Vincenzo laced his fingers into my hair and held me fiercely to him, leaving no room for pretense or gentility. His kiss was as fierce as a storm, demanding and possessive, with an urgency I hadn’t anticipated.

When he finally broke away, I gasped for air, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. He had a dark look in his eyes, making him appear as if he could devour me whole.

Preston was nowhere to be found. With the elevator unblocked, I pressed the up button, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.

The tension between us was impossible to ignore. It felt like a firecracker about to explode in the middle of the silent, brightly lit lobby.

Vincenzo didn’t speak as we waited for the elevator. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, glancing at me every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

As soon as the elevator doors slid shut behind us, we were all over each other. Vincenzo pinned me against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping my waist as he kissed me again with a desperate hunger. I matched his fervor, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his long, dark hair.

He pressed his hardness into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding into it. His lips left mine to travel down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers of desire down my spine. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, cursing the clothing between us.

Vincenzo took my jacket off in one swift motion, tossing it aside without paying any heed to where it landed. His hands moved up to grip my shoulders, his fingers burning through the thin fabric of my blouse as he ripped it open, sending buttons flying every which way. Vincenzo’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my gasp of surprise and turning it into a moan of raw, unfiltered pleasure. His hands roved over my bare skin, leaving a trail of blazing heat in their wake.

The elevator dinged, and we reluctantly tore ourselves away from each other.

“Bedroom,” Vincenzo said, picking my jacket off the elevator floor before tapping the keycard to let us into the penthouse.

He picked me up again, and we stripped clothes off each other on the walk there, unable to wait until we reached the bedroom. My hands found the buttons on his shirt, undoing them hurriedly and pushing the fabric off his shoulders. He held me up with one arm as he undid my bra with the other, his hands rough and experienced as they worked. I whimpered in anticipation as he effortlessly slipped it off my shoulders, dropping it carelessly to the floor.

I fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to finally see and touch the object that had been consuming my fantasies. My hand slid down his underwear, and I gasped at the size of it.

“Fuck,” Vincenzo muttered, leaning against the wall. “If you’re not careful, we’re not going to make it to the bedroom.”

I gave his dick a small squeeze in response, running my hand from the base to the tip. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as he thrust into my hand. His reaction egged me on, and I continued to stroke him gently.

With a growl, Vincenzo straightened up and pulled away from the wall, carrying me with an alarming speed towards the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and wasted no time pulling my pants off, tugging them down over my hips and past my knees. His eyes darkened with an insatiable hunger as he appraised me, lying there half-naked and inviting. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat to match the fervor of our encounter.

He dropped his pants, kicking them to the side of the room before climbing on top of me, his massive frame covering my body. His lips found mine again and his hands traced my bare breasts, his touch feather-light yet searing. The room sparked with the electricity between us, every nerve ending in my body singing to his contact. I moaned against his mouth, a sweet symphony of pleasure and want, as his hands made their way further down my body.

His mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down my neck, across my chest, and onto my stomach. I arched my back into him, desperate for more contact as his mouth grazed lower and lower. My breath hitched as his lips brushed against the edge of my soaked panties, teasing me through the thin fabric.

I whispered his name, and he responded with a low growl that vibrated deep in his chest.

“Be patient,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a seductive purr.

I didn’t want to be patient. I had waited for him for months, physically aching at times, and I finally had him in front of me. Right now, I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me and fuck me until the only word I knew was his name.

He peeled off my panties and tossed them aside, his gaze lingering on the revealed flesh. He paused for a moment, as if to memorize the sight before him. Then, without warning, he dove in, his tongue tracing the most sensitive spot in my center. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his long hair as waves of pleasure shot through me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered.

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost unreal. Each flick of his tongue ignited another burst of sensation, consuming me in a heavenly fire. He was unrelenting, driving me higher and higher, each gasp and moan drawing out the fervor that had been building between us for months.

When he slid a finger into me and gently curled it upwards, I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth in an uncontrollable reaction. His movements were calculated, rhythmic, every stroke and swirl designed to bring me closer to the edge. He added another finger, stretching me gently, never ceasing his torment with his tongue on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

Then, the world exploded into a thousand shards of pleasure. My mind went blank, swept away in a torrent of ecstasy. I gripped his hair tighter, struggling to remember how to breathe. His tongue never faltered, continuing to lick and lap at me, drawing out the aftershocks of my orgasm.

“You’re delicious.” Vincenzo kissed from my sensitive clit to the inner junction of my thigh. He sucked and nibbled, and admired his handiwork when he was done. A dark hickey was on the inside of my thigh, a marking reminiscent of a wolf’s claim.

“Please fuck me,” I begged.

His mouth was amazing, but I was pretty sure his cock would send me to another planet. I had to know what he felt like inside of me; how our bodies felt merged together.

“Hm, not yet,” he said, tracing the hickey he had just given me. “You’re going to have at least three of these before I do that.”

“H-huh?” I said, my mind still foggy from the intensity of the earlier climax.

“I’ve waited a long time for this meal. I’m going to enjoy it to the fullest,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

I wasn’t sure how I would handle two more orgasms. Just the one had left me completely undone, feeling almost boneless after. His eyes were dark with lust as he bent down for another taste, ready to satiate his hunger.

I squirmed and cried out in pleasure at his touch, each orgasm more intense than the one before it. Vincenzo was relentless, devouring me with an insatiable appetite. His tongue danced around my swollen bud, while his fingers forged a rhythmic sensation within me. The pleasure was nearly unbearable as I writhed under his expert touch, his mouth consuming me whole.

There were four marks on my inner thigh by the time he was done. He sat back, admiring his handiwork and my swollen pussy. His mouth was covered in my juices and the sight was absolutely pornographic, the way the sheen reflected in the light of the bedroom.

“One minute,” he said, hopping up from his bed.

He ran to his bathroom and I could hear him fumbling around in the lower cabinet, searching for something. Thirty seconds later, he returned, a box of condoms in hand.

Vincenzo pushed his underwear to the floor, and I audibly gasped at the sight. He wasn’t lying when he said it was bigger than my toy—I had no idea how it was doing to fit inside of me. His cock was bright red and leaking pre come, flushed and desperate from all the foreplay. It was perfect.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, opening a condom and rolling it down his length.

“I have a pretty good idea,” I replied, my voice barely a whisper. Even though he had just given me four orgasms, seeing him so aroused, so hungry for me, stoked an intense blaze of desire in me.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he said as he lined himself up with my entrance.

As he slid inside, my toes curled and I dug my nails into his back. It was too much, but in the best way possible. Every inch of him was a new territory claimed, each stretch of my body a delicious ache. It was an intrusion that felt right, that felt like he was the only one that belonged inside.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his grasp on me tight as he bottomed out.

I moaned his name into his ear; the sound swallowed up by our pants and bodies coming together. His thick cock stretched me, forcing me to accommodate his impressive girth. Despite the slight discomfort, having him inside of me was an overwhelming pleasure I had never known.

He lifted my legs on his shoulders before grabbing my hips and beginning to move. His movements weren’t slow or deliberate; he was fucking me like a man possessed, driven by insatiable hunger. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with each powerful thrust eliciting a smacking sound that echoed throughout the room.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice ragged with lust.

His eyes were wild, frenzied with the intoxicating pleasure of our shared intimacy. His muscles corded, straining against his skin as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust hit the most deepest and sensitive spots inside of me, sending fireworks of pleasure shooting through my core. The sensation was electrifying, transcendent, each thrust of his hips sending me spiraling further into the abyss of ecstasy.

His hands, once gripping my hips, moved to cradle my head, fingers tangling in my hair as his lips fiercely captured mine. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady blend of lust and power. He devoured me with a passion I had never known, a fiery desire that consumed us both.

I felt myself right on the edge, teetering on the precipice of overwhelming pleasure. My body was tense, every nerve ending ignited by his relentless pace. Each stroke of his cock inside me pushed me closer and closer until I was hanging by a thread.

“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a raw, guttural gasp.

It was too much. My orgasm ripped through me, an explosive rush that swept away all semblance of control. I whimpered and cried his name and told him how good he was, how good his cock felt inside of me.

As my walls fluttered around him, his strokes became less controlled as he lost himself in me. With a final, powerful thrust, he groaned my name as he reached his climax. His body shuddered above me and he buried his face into the junction of my neck as he rode the waves of his orgasm, his warm breath hitching on my skin with every gasp. I felt him twitch inside me, the pulsating sensation sending aftershocks through my still sensitive body.

He pulled away from me and I instinctively reached out to bring him back, to hold him close and listen to his heartbeat.

“Just a minute,” he murmured, taking his condom off and tossing it in the trash bin. He quickly returned right next to me, wrapping his arms around me, stroking my hair.

The two of us just laid in silence for a while, basking in the euphoria of our shared passion. We held each other close as the perspiration evaporated off our heated skin into the cool night air, his fingers tracing lazy circles into my back.

“Before I forget,” he said.

He kissed his way back down to my inner thigh and left one more mark; a visual way to remind me about our euphoric night together. His rough fingertips grazed the tender skin there, causing me to shiver with a sudden rush of unexpected pleasure.

“I don’t think there’s enough yet. Let’s get some water and then I’ll add more,” he teased, his voice low and husky.

“Wait...you’re joking, right?” I asked. My body already felt like jelly from just the first round, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk properly tomorrow.

“Not at all,” he said, motioning to his already half hard length. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you. There’s a lot of gas in the tank.”

The two of us didn’t fall asleep until the early morning, and I ended the night with nine hickies on my inner thigh.