Ariana's POV
Vincent carries me in his arms, walking like I weighed nothing. My heart is hammering against my chest as we walk into his room. This was going to be my second time in his room. For someone who hated letting people into his room, he definitely let me in too often.
We enter the room and he drops me on the bed very carefully like he was scared I would break if he was a little rough with me.
"Take your clothes off for me, Angel," Vincent instructs, and my hands move on their own. I tug on my silk shorts and slide them down my legs. Then, my shirt, which was already hanging on your waist, follows. I am so turned on by him that I waste no seconds in taking off my panties. As soon as they arrive, Vincent steals them, takes a long sniff, and then shoves them into his pockets.
