Lacy's POV
Vincent's kiss is rough and harsh. He doesn't spare me a single breath as he ravishes my mouth. Each thrust of his tongue elicits moans from me.
I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am, but his body heat, the way he's holding me down with one hand, his body pressed on top of mine, is all too much for me to resist.
I can't think straight. "Vin..cent," I say his name out slowly, still trying to push him away from me because this isn't right. I don't want him to blame me for not stopping him at the end of the day.
His response to me calling out his name is holding my hands tighter together.
Frustration bubbles within me, and I raise my leg to knee him, but he must have predicted my move because he suddenly releases my hands and lifts me like a sack of potatoes over his
