It wasn't a soft kiss.
Vincent gripped her by the back of her hair and crashed his mouth onto hers, pulling her flush against him by the small of her back. Sarah gasped into his lips, stunned-not by the kiss, but by the overwhelming force of it.
She had wanted this. Craved it. But she hadn't expected it to feel like this.
Her body melted into his like butter on fire.
Despite their age gap, Vincent was the sexiest man she had ever been with-among her four body counts, his stepbrother being one of them. None of them compared.
He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed, still kissing her with dominant precision. His kiss wasn't just hungry-it seized control, demanded surrender.
She remembered from past nights that Vincent didn't just like to dominate-he did it like a battle-harde
