The Ruin: [3rd POV]
Vincent didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes said everything—dark, hungry, possessive. He backed her against the wall, his body pinning her in place as his hands roamed over her like she was already his.
“Vincent…” she whispered, her voice shaky, but he silenced her with another kiss, brutal and consuming. His hands found the straps of her dress, and with one rough tug, they were sliding down her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet until she was standing there in nothing but her lace bra and panties.
“Damn,” he groaned, his eyes raking over her body like he was memorizing every curve. “You’re so goddamn perfect. Like the first time I met you.”
His mouth descended like a predator claiming its prey, teeth grazing the delicate curve of her collarbone. She whimpered, her body arching into him as his tongue lashed a wet, searing trail downward. He didn’t stop. Oh no, this bastard wasn’t stopping for anything. His lips found the soft swell of her breasts, already straining against the flimsy lace of her bra. He paused, just for a heartbeat, his eyes locking onto hers with a look that could melt steel.
Then, with a smirk that screamed mischief, he hooked a finger under the front clasp of her bra. The snap of it popping open echoed like a gunshot in the charged silence between them. The fabric fell away, and her tits spilled free, perfectly round and flushed with heat, the nipples puckered and begging for his attention.
He groaned—low, guttural, like a beast finally tasting its feast. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. His mouth latched onto one taut nipple, sucking hard, his tongue flicking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him, her breath hitching in ragged gasps.
But he wasn’t done—oh no, he wasn’t even close to done. His free hand roamed downward, slipping between her thighs with a confidence that made her whimper his name. The heat between her legs was already a furnace, and when his fingers brushed against her soaked panties, she nearly came undone right then and there.
“Stop,” she whimpered, but it was half-hearted, her body arching into his touch as his teeth closed around the curve of her breast.
“You don’t want me to stop,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. His hand slid down her stomach, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and yanking them down until they were pooled at her ankles.
Hannah gasped as his fingers found her pussy, already slick and desperate for him. “Vincent—no… I’m with somebody…”
He let out a dark laugh, his fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes. “I don’t give a fuck about him right now,” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. “Your body doesn’t lie, Hannah. You want this. You want me.”
She shook her head, but her hips were already moving against his hand, her body betraying her again as pleasure coiled tight in her core.
“I want to fuck you,” he growled, his mouth moving to her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. “I want to bend you over and make you scream my name until you forget his.”
Her resolve shattered. With a moan, she grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right to hit that spot that made her knees weak.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her head falling back against the wall as pleasure ripped through her like a storm.
“That’s it,” he snarled, his voice rough with need. “Let go for me.”
And she did. Her body convulsed around his fingers, pleasure crashing over her in waves as she came hard and fast, his name spilling from her lips like a prayer.
Vincent didn’t stop. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking until she was trembling all over again.
“Vincent…” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he devoured her like a man possessed.
He pulled back only long enough to take off his shirt and undo his pants.
“Turn around and get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice dark and rough.
And Hannah obeyed, because what else could she do?
“Good girl,” he growle before positioning himself behind her.
“Vincent,” she started, but he cut her off with a sharp slap to her ass that made her gasp.
“Shut up,” he snarled, his voice wild and untamed. “You’re mine tonight.”
And then he was inside her in one brutal thrust, taking her hard and fast and deep until she was screaming his name like the whore she never thought she’d be.
