Page 54 of Missing Piece (Neon Scars #2)

Vincent—and to be fair, the brothers—who all were dangerous in every sense of the word, had known him for such a short period of time and shown him more consideration than his so-called friends and family ever had. Vincent accepts who I am, no strings attached.

“Thank you,” Adam said softly, worried that if he said anything else he would start crying.

Vincent’s fingers stilled on the towel, and he glanced up at Adam with a genuine smile. “You don’t need to thank me. It’s just a small thing.” He sat up, leaning closer to Adam as he reached out to stroke his cheek. “I will give you anything you want, whenever you want.”

Adam felt his chest tighten with gratitude and something deeper, more dangerous. The urge to deflect, to make a joke before the moment became too heavy, won out.

“Anything?” he asked, forcing a grin. “What if I want something obscenely expensive, like a Corvette?”

“I’d insist on something electric if you want a car, but I’m sure we could find you a nice Rivian or something,” Vincent said with an indulgent smile.

He’s hot and fiscally irresponsible. Just my type. “You’re insane,” Adam chuckled.

Vincent’s expression shifted, the playfulness fading into something more serious. He leaned closer, his eyes searching Adam’s face. “Maybe I am.”

The distance between them seemed to evaporate. Vincent’s cool lips found his, and all of Adam’s careful deflection crumbled.

Finally , he thought as he reached out to touch Vincent, parting his lips to invite him in.

A simple kiss wouldn’t be enough to satiate the pent up desire he had tried to push away for the past few days.

He had been drowning in the need to taste Vincent on his lips, to touch him and connect with him.

He ran his fingers over the back of Vincent’s neck, the short hairs at the nape tickling his fingertips, and he pressed forward, trying to get closer, to feel that chilly skin against his own.

A disappointed sigh left his lips as Vincent pulled back.

“Did you have something else in mind?” Vincent asked, running his fingers over his lower lip.

“You could say that,” Adam muttered as he leaned in for another kiss, melting as the Vincent obliged his silent request and consumed his mouth with his own.

Adam shivered as Vincent’s hands wandered from his face, down his throat, and to his chest, resting there for far longer than Adam wanted them to. “You’re teasing me.”

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” Vincent said in that familiar commanding tone that made Adam’s pulse spike.

“I want to feel every inch of you surrender to me.” His hands gripped Adam’s wrists, pinning them against the mattress.

“But I need to know you can handle it. Your back, your ankle… ”

Adam’s breath hitched, his skin already flushing under Vincent’s touch. This was what he wanted—not gentle reverence, but Vincent’s controlled possession. “I can handle whatever you give me. I want you to stop holding back.”

Vincent’s eyes flashed that familiar darkness, pupils dilating until only thin rings of blue remained. “Careful what you ask for.” He released Adam’s wrists to pull away the towel completely, the cool air hitting Adam’s heated skin.

Even as the towel fell away, Adam found himself pulled into Vincent’s orbit, desperate for him. Vincent’s breath ghosted across his overheated skin, raising goosebumps along his arms and chest. His worries, the self-consciousness, melted away under Vincent’s hungry stare.

Vincent’s fingers traced deliberate patterns across Adam’s thighs, his touch leaving trails of fire on his skin. He leaned down to claim Adam’s mouth again, his kiss deep and possessive, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger.

Adam tried to surge up against him, desperate for more contact, but Vincent’s hand pressed firmly against his chest, fingers splayed wide over his racing heartbeat.

“Stay still,” Vincent commanded against his lips. “I want to taste every inch of you first. Map out every sound you make.”

Adam’s hands fisted in the sheets, the cotton damp with sweat as Vincent’s mouth moved down his throat. The vampire’s fangs scraped against his skin, a clear reminder of what those teeth could do.

“Vincent,” Adam gasped, arching despite the hand holding him down.

“That’s it. Let me hear how much you need this,” Vincent murmured. “I love the way you say my name when you’re desperate.”

Vincent’s mouth continued its path down Adam’s chest, his tongue circling each nipple until Adam was writhing beneath him, soft whimpers escaping his throat. When Adam tried to reach for him, Vincent caught his wrists again.

“I said stay still.” Vincent’s grip tightened, fingers digging into the delicate bones of Adam’s wrists. “You want this, don’t you? Want me to take control?”

“Yes,” Adam breathed, surrendering completely to Vincent’s dominance. This was what he craved—being held down, being commanded, being Vincent’s to do with as he pleased.

“Good boy,” Vincent praised. “You learn so fast.”

Without warning, Vincent’s mouth wrapped around Adam’s cock, taking him deep in one smooth motion. The contrast of cool lips and wet heat made Adam cry out, his back bowing off the bed despite Vincent’s restraining hand.

“Fuck, Vincent, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. The wet sounds of Vincent’s mouth working him filled the small room, obscene and perfect.

Vincent pulled off with a slick pop, his lips shiny and swollen. “Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you.” He reached for the lube on the nightstand, movements precise and controlled. “Turn over. I want you on your stomach where I can see all of you.”

Adam complied immediately, rolling over and positioning himself exactly as Vincent wanted. The cool air hit his back, making him shiver as he buried his face in the pillow. His cock pressed against the sheets, already leaking.

“Perfect,” Vincent murmured, his hands smoothing over Adam’s shoulders and down his back, careful around his healing wounds. The touch was reverent but possessive. “You’re so beautiful like this. Spread out for me.”

The first finger slipped inside him, slick and cool against his heated flesh. Adam groaned into the pillow, his hands clutching at the sheets as Vincent worked him open with maddening patience.

“More,” Adam gasped, pushing back against Vincent’s hand. “Please, I can take it.”

“I know you can,” Vincent said with satisfaction as he added a second finger. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch.” His fingers curved, finding that spot inside Adam that made him see stars. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good,” Adam choked out. “So good, but I need more. I need you to—”

“To what?” Vincent’s fingers stilled, and Adam nearly sobbed at the loss of friction. “Use your words.”

“I need you to fuck me,” Adam said, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. “Please, Vincent, I need you inside me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Vincent murmured, withdrawing his fingers. Adam heard the sound of fabric rustling, then felt the blunt head of Vincent’s cock pressing against him.

Vincent pushed in slowly, relentlessly, stretching Adam open inch by inch until he was fully seated. The burn was exquisite, exactly what Adam had been craving. He felt split open, claimed, precisely where he belonged.

“Tell me you want this,” Vincent demanded, his hands gripping Adam’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Tell me you want me to take you apart.”

“I want it,” Adam gasped, pushing back desperately. “I want you to use me however you want. ”

“That’s right.” Vincent began to move, his thrusts deep and controlled but with an edge of roughness that made Adam’s toes curl. “Made for this. Made for me to fill you up and make you scream.”

Each thrust sent sparks through Adam’s body, Vincent hitting that spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Vincent’s pace was merciless but measured, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

“Harder,” Adam begged, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Vincent’s laugh was dark and pleased. “Look at you, begging me to wreck you.” His pace increased, thrusts becoming more forceful. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Me fucking you until you can’t remember your own name?”

“Yes,” Adam sobbed, his whole body strung tight with need.

Vincent’s hand fisted in his hair, pulling his head back so Adam’s moans echoed freely in the room. “I want to hear you. Want to hear every sound you make when I’m inside you.”

Adam cried out as Vincent’s other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. But the pressure was just shy of what Adam needed, keeping him balanced on the knife’s edge of release.

“Harder,” Adam begged. “Please, I need—”

“Not yet.” Vincent’s grip in his hair tightened. “You come when I say you can. You’re going to wait for me.”

Adam could feel the Vincent trembling above him, hear his breathing becoming ragged as his fangs brushed over Adam’s skin. Vincent’s thrusts became harder, more erratic, his control finally starting to fray.

“Bite me,” he moaned, surprising himself as the words left his lips .

A low growl escaped Vincent’s lips as he gave in to Adam’s plea. His hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into Adam as his fangs sank into Adam’s shoulder. The beast within him took over, each thrust harder and more possessive than the last.

Adam shattered, his orgasm tearing through him with devastating force. His vision went white, his body convulsing as he spilled over Vincent’s hand and onto the sheets below, Vincent’s name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Vincent followed him over, his hips snapping forward one final time as he buried himself deep and came with a low growl of satisfaction.

They collapsed together, Vincent’s weight pressing Adam into the mattress for a long moment before he pulled out and rolled them both to their sides. His arms wrapped around Adam from behind, pulling him back against his chest.

“Are you hurt?” Vincent asked breathlessly into his hair. “Was that too much?”

Adam could barely speak, his body still humming with aftershocks. “No . ”

Vincent’s arms tightened around him, his cool skin a comfort against Adam’s overheated body. “Mine,” he whispered into Adam’s hair.

“Yours,” Adam whispered back, his eyes shut as the dangerous warm feeling settled low in his abdomen again. He knew what it was, but it scared him.

He was falling in love with a century-old devil who had started this whole thing by drugging and kidnapping him. But there was something fitting about that being how he would find someone he actually had real feelings for, knowing that they were not clouded by pills and misinterpreted.

He just did not know how he would ever bring himself to say it.