Page 196 of The Company

Vincent breaks a smile at that response. “You want more kisses, don’t you?”

I laugh under my breath. “No, I just want to know more about James. I want to know everything about James.”

“It’s all bad stuff, Harper. Why would you want to know? Why him? When I’m right here? Why bother with damaged when you can have perfect?”

“No one’s perfect, Vincent. You can’t tell me you grew up in this fucked-up family and came out perfect. It doesn’t matter how nice things look on the outside, it’s a lie. And we both know it.”

“He drowned our father. He tried to kill our father, but he failed.”

Now that has my attention.

Vincent nods. “He is the one who drowned him, Harper. James held him under the water for so long he came back to life brain-damaged—”

“I don’t care.”

Vincent looks at me and shakes his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I don’t care.”

“He stalked you, Harper. He lied to you about being your promise. He knew the Admiral took that offer back. He stalked you all growing up. He’s dangerous and one day he’s gonna get you killed.”

“I don’t care.”

“He’s evil, Harper. He’s got no soul. He’s got no conscience—”

“I don’t care.”

Vincent reaches out and snatches my hand. I gasp from the sudden movement, and then again when I realize he’s placed it over his hard cock. “James used you to get this party. He’s using you to get revenge. You know what Come means? Come get me. Come here. Come find me. It’s a calling card to bring people together so they can be killed. You’re the fucking bait! Just like James was born to kill, you were born to be bait. So your father can kill. So my mother can kill. And he knows that. He set you up.”

“I don’t care, I said. I don’t fucking care.”

His hand squeezes mine, making me grip him. Or maybe I just want to grip him. His cock is just as big as James’. And when I look up, his eyes, his hair, his body—all of it says James to me.

He’s lifting my shirt off over my head before I even realize he’s not forcing me to cup his dick anymore. Yet I still hold it firm in my grasp. He flicks a nipple and then his mouth covers it, biting and twisting.

“Fuck,” he says as he brings his mouth to my neck. “I’m gonna fuck you unless you put up a fight. You understand? I can’t stand it anymore. I can’t wait any longer.”

I fully intend to pull back and put a stop to this, but then he slaps my tit, making it sting and bounce against my flesh. I’m shocked. Too shocked to even react, and then he does it again. He grabs my chin and holds it just a little bit too tight. Just enough to make the wetness that’s been building between my legs explode. “Oh, God,” I moan.

“James likes it rough, Harper. Do you want it rough? Vincent will fuck you nicely.”

“I want it rough. I like it rough,” I call out. “I want it hard. I want it so fucking hard.”

He scoops me up in his arms and carries me out of the kitchen.