Broken Together

Chapter 14: Control

CHAPTER 14

AMELIA

I climb out of his car, looking around the dock, and I noticed a man approaching us from the yacht. He looks around the same age as Vincent’s father; he smiles at Vincent as he extends his hands towards him.

“I’m happy to see you again, Mr. Ashford.” He said, shaking Vincent’s hand.

Vincent smiled politely at the man, “Thank you, Alfred.” 

Alfred handed Vincent keys, and he smiled at me before leaving. Vincent placed his hand at the back of my spine and he whispered in my ear, “Let’s go.” I looked at him and he’s smiling like a kid bragging about his toy. It’s so charming that it made me smile back.

As we walked towards the yacht, his hand still rests at my back and it sends a feeling deep inside me of comfort and security. He climbed graciously aboard the yacht and he extends his hand to help me aboard.

As I look around, I realized that we’re the only ones here. “Who’s going to drive this thing?” I asked Vincent.

“Me.” He said, smirking before turning around to go somewhere inside the yacht so I wandered at the bow area. I can’t believe Vincent brought me here, of all places. Well, he’s not someone who’s predictable, anyway.

It’s not going to last long, Rebecca’s voice echoed in my brain and I felt a sting of pain in my heart. She’s probably right, but a small part of me likes to hope that she isn’t.

“Here.” I turned around and Vincent placed a blanket around me. We both sat down and he stares at me. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He looks at me with patience and his voice calm.

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking of how and where to start. Looking around, I realized that we’re far from the dock now and there’s no one else here, just the two of us. We’re far away from everyone, from everything, and that gave me some sort of comfort. I let out a sigh before speaking, hoping that I can find the words to say. Looking back at Vincent, he patiently waits for what I have to say.

“The guy from earlier was my Aunt’s husband, and he tried to do the same thing before.” I whispered, I watched as Vincent clenched his jaw and his hands curled in to a fist but I continued, “Remember when you came to the park and you saw me crying?” Vincent didn’t answer, but he nodded slowly, “I came to my Aunt’s house to have dinner with them and he…” My voice is getting hoarse as I continue, “He told me disgusting things.”

Vincent reached for my hand while the other cupped my cheeks. “That’s enough. You don’t have to tell me anything else.” He said as he looks into my eyes. I bit my lip, trying to suppress the tears in my eyes.

Vincent cleared his throat and rose from where we’re sitting. “Wait here.” He said before leaving.

After a few minutes, Vincent came back with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat down and placed the two glasses between us, then opened the bottle with a corkscrew. I watched as he pours the wine on the two glasses and the red color of the wine looks stunning under the light of the moon. He handed me my glass, and he took his, “Why were you at the Gallery the other day?” He asked without looking at me.

How did he know about that? “H-How did you know about that? Did you have someone following me?” I asked, almost laughing in disbelief.

He turned to look at me, “That doesn’t matter.” He said with no humor on his face.

I scoffed at him, “Yes, it does.” I put the glass of fine and added, “How do you know where I am most of the time? If you don’t give me any answer right now, I-.” I paused, thinking of something to threaten him, and I settled for the stupidest idea I’ve ever had. “I’ll call Andrew to meet up with him.” I raised my chin to him, eyes wide and arms crossed. 

He scowled right away as he stares at me, then shakes his head, “You’re terrible. First, you suck at threatening. Second, you just know how to infuriate me.” He sighed in defeat and it makes me giggle. 

“I can have someone track you for me. One thing that I am interested in is manufacturing a tracking device. I have people who make them and I pay them.” He said casually. 

This information shocked me. I didn’t know he has a job, and he uses this business that he has to track me?! “Okay, hold on, you asked someone to invent a tracking device... to TRACK me?” I asked, the disbelief in my voice apparent. 

He cleared his throat and held his hands in front of him, “Let me explain.” He cooed. 

I rose from my seat and crossed my arms in front of me, “please.” I can’t believe he did that? Well, that explains why he knows where to find me, but that is not acceptable. 

“We were working on that tracking device even before I met you. It’s supposed to help people track their family or loved ones in case something happens.” He explained as he rose to his feet and placed both hands on his hip. The stretch of the garment of his shirt outlines his wide sexy chest and it’s too distracting. 

“But that doesn’t mean that you can use it to track me without my consent!” I yelled in frustration, turning around from him. His assertiveness and his body fit button-up shirt are driving me insane. 

Then I hear a soft chuckle from Vincent and I turned around to see him smirking at me, “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that you look so damn sexy and adorable when you’re mad.”

And there it goes, my anger slowly diminishing when it shouldn’t but Vincent knows how to work his way with me. What words to say or what things to do to disarm me. He stepped closer and cupped my cheek with his warm hand and look straight into my eyes.

It wouldn’t last long; I closed my eyes as I remembered what Rebecca said.

“What’s wrong?” Vincent asked as he caressed with his thumb the wrinkle between my eyebrows.

I stepped back from him and opened my eyes, “I have a question and you have to answer truthfully.” I stated. He stood straight and nodded yes as he looks at me, waiting for me to ask him a question. I cleared my throat as I mentally prepare myself for whatever answer I’ll get. “Is Rebecca your girlfriend?” I asked.

Vincent’s eyebrows furrowed, and he pursed his lips. I held my breath as every second passed, then he answered, “No.”

“Then why did she say that you…” I paused when I can hear my voice slowly shaking. He said that she is not his girlfriend yet she’s sleeping with her? Then what does that make me? “you were with her before you went to the greenhouse that day?” I whispered.

“When did she say that?” He asked.

“That’s not important right now, Vincent. Were you with her? Did you sleep with her?” I asked, more confident now that the pain I felt is replaced with anger.

“No.” He answered simply. 

“I’m not sure if I believe you.” I whispered and his jaw clenches and his eyes narrowed. “Who is she to you, Vincent?” I added. 

“She’s just someone I’ve known for a long time.” He answered, then stepped closer to me. His hand snakes its way to my hip and his other hand cupped my cheek as his dilated blue eyes stared into mine. 

My mind protests telling me I should clear things up with him before we get further but he is extremely distracting. The way his hands touches my skin, how he smelled so heavenly and how his lips drew more and closer to mine. He’s hypnotizing, and I don’t know if I have the strength anymore to pull away from him.

His lips pressed onto mine and all the logic in my brain melting gradually as his tongue slides effortlessly in my mouth. As if he ignited my body that it moves on its own. My hand reached for the button on his shirt and stars to unbutton it.

Vincent groaned in response as I unbutton him. And it’s making me excited. His shirt opened and hands glides on his bare chest down to his abs. The more my hands touch his skin, it sends a feeling between my legs and it’s driving me insane. I want more of him.

While Vincent pulled away from my lips to kiss my neck, my hands descended to the front of his pants where I can feel his hard length.

“Fuck.” Vincent muttered on my neck and it made me smile hearing him cuss while I touch him. I don’t know why, but I want to keep hearing that from him. I reached for his fly and he grabbed my hands before I can unzip him. He looked at me, smirking “Come.” He gave me a quick kiss and lead me inside.

As we reached the cabin, I looked around to see a huge black bed while the rest of the room is white and it reminds me of his house. I turned to face him and he’s staring at me, smirking. “What do you want, Amelia?” He whispered.

I bit my lip before answering as an idea popped in my head. “I…” blinking my eyes a few times, contemplating if I can do it.

“What is it you want?” He whispered, urging me.

“I don’t know how to say it.” I whispered back and I can feel my cheeks heating. Vince studied my face for a few seconds.

“Then show me what you want.” He said simply with a smile on his face. Stepping closer and closer to me, he squared his shoulders as he waits for me.

I stared into his eyes for a few minutes, then I thought of something. He’s asking me what I want rather than him making sure he gets what he wants. Is it because of what happened earlier at my apartment? I’m not sure if what I’m thinking is exactly what he’s thinking, but if that’s the case, it makes my heart melt. I gather up my courage and reached for his fly as we continued to stare at each other. His expression changed when I finally unzipped him, his expression grew darker and sensual as I slowly dragged his pants down to the floor.

I kneeled in front of him and I pulled down his boxers. He’s already hard and suddenly, I don’t have any idea what to do. I looked up to him and he’s staring at me.

When I didn’t move, he whispered, “Do what you want to do, Amelia. I’m all yours.”

I bit my lip as I nodded and stared back at his hard length. My instinct tells me to touch it so I wrapped my fingers around him and I’m surprised that my middle finger didn’t even reach my thumb. He’s this thick and I want to know what he tastes like or how he would feel in my mouth.

I leaned closer and licked the tip. I heard a soft groan from Vincent so I looked up and his eyes are closed, lips sucked in. Feeling a sense of pride that I can elicit this response from Vincent so I slid his thick length inside my mouth.

“Fuck.” Vincent muttered, and it urges me to slide his length in and out of my mouth as fast as I can. Hearing Vincent’s moans as I take him in my mouth is so sexy and fulfilling. I feel so in control and powerful as he whispers my name.

“f**k! You’re doing so good, baby.” He muttered.

I sucked the tip of his length, just like sucking a lollipop, a huge, tasty hard lollipop. Vincent held the back of my head as he continued to cuss. “I’m going to come, Amelia. Do you want me to come in your mouth?” He asked with gritted teeth, looking down on me as I continued to suck the tip of his length. I don’t know if I should, but looking at his expression as he comes closer and closer to his release, makes me want to take everything he has to give. In response to his question, I slide his length in and out of my mouth faster and faster. Suddenly a burst of warm liquid filled my mouth.

“f**k!” Vincent exclaimed as he finishes inside my mouth.