Rolling over, he mutters, “Raphael’s law.”
For fuck’s sake, I should not be staring at his iron-like ass. “Guess he must have done something pretty big for y’all to come out here to the middle of nowhere.”
“You’d never understand.” He punches his pillow.
Settling on my pillow, I pause and eye his back tattoos. Black wings with splatter effects. More skulls. Thick five-roped chains like a snake coiling all over his back, interlacing with all the other tattoos.
“I probably wouldn’t,” I admit. “I’ve never had anyone stick their neck out for me.”
“Their goddamn loss. Now, you have five necks.”
I chew on my lower lip, remembering all the corpses, the skeletons in the pit. And all the shit they did to me. How can I believe a word they say?
“Can practically feel you staring daggers at me back, Girly.” He doesn’t turn around.
“Raphael said service.”
“Within reason.”
“I want answers,” I demand.
He rolls over, but he’s so big, I have to move back. My breath hitches when I realize I’ve run out of room. Vincent grabs my hair, yanking me back before I fall. “Oh, god!” I hiss from my scalp protesting, my front crashing, breasts bouncing against his chest.
“Better than your back, Girly.”
Fair enough. But he doesn’t let go yet. I suck in a deep breath, overcome by those dark, hooded eyes and the wispy brown hair casting deeper shadows upon his face. His body is a kiln against mine. And that eight-inch cock jerks against my pelvis since I’m slightly above him.
“I have a brand new vibrating dildo,” he opts, trying to divert me from the questions. “Still in the packaging.”
I shake my head. “Answers.”
“Whatever.” He snorts, letting go of my hair. “Ask away.”
“What’s with the hoodie?”
“Fuck.” He raises a hand to rub his eyes.
“Come on, you had to know it was coming.” I tentatively reach out and touch a scar on his upper chest. His muscle flexes beneath my finger.
“It’s my lucky hoodie.”
“More.” I dig my fingers in.
He scrubs a hand down his face. “I was a fighter. A damn good one. Never lost a fight. Except one.”
“What one?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Does to me.”
“For fuck’s sake, Girly,” he groans.
“Okay, okay,” I relent for tonight. He’s got a right to his privacy.
My fingers tremble, heat sparking in my blood. So tempted to inch my hand lower, but I take back my control and dare to ask another. “Back in the pit, when I called you Vinny…were you angry?”
I freeze at the touch of his fingers in my hair, tips brushing my cheek. My skin breaks out in tingles. “No. Just the opposite. Vinny was my stage name. Hate the memory of those cheers and chants. Of who I was before. But you? Say it again. Fucking say it again, Briella.”
