Chapter 52: Coming Clean-1

▪ Q U I N T I N▪

"Fuck yea, right there..." I moaned before my lips were devoured in a heated kiss.

I should have been getting dressed for work, but I was lost in a soul-searing kiss that was stealing my breath and I could not tear myself away from their addictive lips. We were so caught up in each other that we did not realise someone was approaching the door until it was too late.

"Quin, you won't believe how amazing last night..." Jade said as she barged into my bedroom, her words faltering at the sight before her, "...Was."

There, in front of her, I stood pinned against the wall. I was shirtless, wearing only my black trousers and a pair of socks. Vincent's left hand was buried in my hair while his right hand was down the inside of my pants. We were caught in the middle of what was a very passionate make-out session.

Shit, busted!

"I told you we should have locked the damn door when I came back in!" Vincent grumbled as he buried his face in my neck, biting down on the skin.

Closing the door quickly behind her, Jade loudly locked it before moving to sit on the bed, openly staring at the scene before her. She giggled as she watched my already flushed face which I had no doubt was becoming even redder with each passing second the longer she continued to gawk unashamedly at Vincent and I.

"No need to stop on my account, I've been telling him to go after you for years, Vin!" Jade grinned as she watched how my body was trapped between the wall and Vincent's larger frame, "Damn, the two of you look so hot together!"

"Jaaaade! Stop getting turned on!" I groaned out in annoyance at being interrupted. Pushing himself away from me, Vincent turned to look at Jade, his face composed as he asked "How was last night? I take it that the boss is in a good mood? He sounded different on the phone this morning."

"It was amazing! Thank you so much for putting everything together," she smiled as she continued, "and I do believe that Dom shouldn't be too grumpy today."

"Good, because I should have already been down in his office," he said, as he glanced at his watch before quickly tucking his shirt into his pants.

Vincent shocked me as he moved to kiss my forehead before grabbing his jacket off the bed. I did not expect him to be so open in front of Jade and I allowed myself the pleasure of watching his muscles strain against his white shirt as he shrugged himself into his jacket before he shot Jade a wink then left the room.

Before the door could even properly close, Jade looked back at me and squealed, "Oh my god! How? When? Huh?"

Running a nervous hand through my already dishevelled hair, I moved to the bed and laid down next to her, a dreamy sigh escaping my swollen lips.

"It all happened so fast, I don't even know where to begin," I said shyly. "Erm, how about at the beginning?" Jade teased as she turned to lay on her stomach, her chin resting on her palms.

Laughing, I proceeded to tell her about my night with Vincent.

'Everything had begun after Jade and Dominic had left for her birthday dinner. Like most nights, I had found myself aimlessly roaming the halls of the Calvetti residence whenever I found that I had trouble sleeping.

I had a lot on my mind lately. Glancing down at my hand, I admired the Calvetti insignia that was tattooed on my left forearm. It had taken a lot of hard work, but I had earned the respect of those around me and Dominic had gifted me with the emblem a few months ago.

Going back into my bedroom, I walked onto my balcony that overlooked the pool and saw Vincent leaning against one of the pillars with his shirt unbuttoned as he talked on the phone. His brows were furrowed as he engaged with the other person on the line.

Tilting my head slightly, I felt the sudden rush of arousal that flowed through me as I observed how sexy he looked in that moment. My eyes watched the light waves that were created by the reflection of the pool

project onto Vincent and I could not help but want to see him naked.

Over the last few years, I had developed a crush on the older Italian man. There was just something about Vincent that I had found extremely irresistible. As time passed, I became more and more attracted to the silent and brooding male.

Since Jade's nineteenth birthday, she had been encouraging me to confess my feelings to him. However, I had never been able to do so, dreading being rejected as well as fearing for my damn life.

In the mafia, same sex relationships, particularly involving men, were not exactly accepted.

While times had certainly changed, there were some who still looked their noses down on it, and I had no idea where the Calvetti mafia stood on such things, as no one had ever really asked. Especially where Vincent was concerned, I had no idea how the man felt about it. Dominic had put us to work together a lot during the last two years, and I had had more than enough chances to make a move but always backed out at the last minute. Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I watched as Vincent hung up the phone and idly ran his hand down his muscular torso. The dusting of chest hair made my fingers itch as I dreamed of running my hands over the area. In that moment, the dark-haired man looked up and his eyes locked with

mine.

Fuck!

I felt myself blush for getting caught as we stared at each other for a few tense seconds. Vincent's intense glare forced me to look away and I all but ran back into my bedroom, my heart beating frantically. Letting out a deep sigh, I made my way to my en-suite bathroom and proceeded to take a long

and cold shower, attempting to cool my heated body down. Unfortunately, after taking a cold shower, my raging hard-on persisted and so I decided to do something about it.

Turning on my laptop, I brought it next to me on the bed and pulled up my favourite porn site. Laying back against the pillows, I watched a daddy and twink video and pictured that it was me being pounded from behind by the Italian man of my dreams, wondering what it would feel like.

After a few minutes, I was not even watching the screen anymore; my eyes were closed as I listened to the moans the grunts of the men in the video.

My hands moved up and down my erection as my toes curled, pleasure shooting through my body as I softly moaned out Vincent's name.

I could feel my orgasm rising when a voice startled me. "You really should lock your door," Vincent said as he stood by the bedroom door, his eyes roaming over my naked body.

"Shit!" I yelped out as my hazel eyes popped open while I frantically grabbed a pillow to hide myself.

The sounds of the men fucking on the laptop was loud and clear and it only served to make my cheeks burn with even more embarrassment. I swear to God, I wished he floor could have swallowed me up in that moment.

Vincent's lips twitched as he closed the bedroom door, the sound of the lock clicking as he asked, "What are you watching?"

In my humiliation, I did not realise at the time that Vincent had locked the door as I stammered, "E-erm, nothing," my free hand moved to quickly slam the lid down.

Laughing nervously, I then pushed the laptop to the floor before turning back to look at Vincent. I tried my best to keep my eyes on the man's face and not the exposed skin of his chest from the open white shirt he wore.

"Is something wrong? Do we have to go take care of something?" I enquired, while simultaneously wishing for my erection to go down.

"No, everything is alright, I just came to talk to you about something," Vincent replied, as he moved further into the room, his eyes looking around the space.

Nodding, I said, "Oh ok, let me just go put some clothes on." "Don't bother," Vincent said, while shaking his head as he walked up to my bed and looked down at me.

Visibly gulping, I could not help but admire the exposed chest of the Italian up close, liking the dark dusting of hair I saw. My heart started to race as Vincent stopped just next to me then suddenly pulled the pillow away from my lap before throwing it on the floor.

"I've never been attracted to men..." Vincent started, as his dark brown eyes swept over the length of my body, "But you? I don't know when it started, but lately I just can't seem to get you out of my fucking head."

Staring up at the man, I remained silent, unsure of how to respond. The intimidating look in his eyes rendering me speechless.

Running a frustrated hand through is hair, Vincent continued, his voice husky, "I see you looking at me when you think I'm not aware, Quin. I know that you don't just accidentally bump into me at times."

Nervously licking my lips, I did not have time to relish in the fact that the Italian had referred to me using my nickname. It was obvious that Vincent knew about my attraction for him, and he did not seem too happy about it.

"I'm sorry–" I started to say as I looked up at him. Raising a hand to silence me, Vincent spoke again, "These last few months, with all the increased violence going on, I've come to realise that I can't

imagine what life would be like if I never saw you again. I guess that means I'm not interested in any men other than you. In fact, I've never really been interested in anyone else at all. Only you."

My attempt to reply was cut off as Vincent's lips were suddenly on mine. The kiss was not gentle. It was hot and overpowering. Vincent's tongue slid into my mouth before I ever knew what was happening. His knee came up between my legs as he moved his body onto the mattress, pushing me up against the headboard of the bed.

My hands moved to Vincent's shoulders, in an attempt to catch and steady myself, and the Italian pressed me back harder into the bedhead.

It was as if everything started to blur. My mind went into a whirlwind as I could not believe that my crush was in my room, on my bed, kissing the ever-living shit out of me.

The kiss seemed to steal any thought I had, with Vincent's skilful tongue plunging and swirling, while my face was braced between the man's larger palms. Every ounce of the fight had left my body. It was as though I were freezing and burning all at the same time.

When Vincent's mouth finally pulled away from mine, there was a slight cocky smirk that began forming at the corner of the Italian's lips, and it was the first thing I noticed.

The older man's mouth looked like he was getting ready to speak, but his expression began to change as he stared down at me. Vincent's smile began to fade, his eyebrows furrowing as his arms relaxed while his grip loosened. One hand slid further up my face, brushing back some of my hair.

Letting out a slightly ragged breath, my hands clenched at Vincent's shoulders. In my panic, my mind screamed and urged me to push away, but it was too late, as Vincent leaned down and kissed me again.

A strong arm wrapped around my naked back, pulling me flush against the Italian's exposed chest. I enjoyed the feel of his chest hair against my own smooth torso. The unmistakable bulge at the front of Vincent's pants pressed against my upper tight, causing me to regain some of my sense, bringing me back to reality.

In that moment, I shoved against his strong chest, my mind racing at the current situation as a part of me felt like this was some cruel joke. However, Vincent's grip around my waist only tightened. Tilting his head allowed for a better angle to thrust his tongue deeper, as Vincent pulled me closer to him, grinding himself against me. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and any thoughts I might have had all but disappeared.

Without warning, Vincent's palm pressed over my throbbing manhood. The movement caused me to flinch as the contact sent currents of pleasure coursing through my naked body.

"Don't fight it!" Vincent's ragged voice turned into a growl.

It was not that I was trying to purposefully wrestle against Vincent, but I was just so stunned by everything that was happening. In my daze, I was not able to process everything properly and I could not help but initially want to escape and hide my embarrassment.

Though, upon hearing Vincent's growl, the sound enveloped me in a heat which made it impossible to think through as the Italian then bent his head to kiss along my neck. His tongue snaked out and left a burning trail down to my collarbone.

I watched in fascination as Vincent's hand moved towards my arousal. The feel of his large warm fingers wrapping around me was almost too much to

take. I lowered my head to his chest, realizing that this was not a joke, that what was happening was indeed very real.

And so, the will to resist suddenly vanished. The way Vincent was looking at me made me feel as though I was perfect, when in fact it was the other way around. His muscled form was the embodiment of male sex appeal. All sharp lines and hard flexed muscles just begging to be touched. I wanted to caress him, to feel his skin under my fingertips, but as Vincent started to slowly jerk my erection, I lost my train of thought once more.

Gripping my hardened length, Vincent rolled his thumb along the bulbous head, "It's already so wet here. You like me that much, Quin?"