Vince had already sent Viola home sometime around yesterday morning.

It had been a little bit more than a week and a half since I had been kidnapped and I managed to make myself feel at home. The place had everything I needed to survive, including amazing food and ridiculously big living space. Maybe I was getting too comfortable for my own good but besides the time when I was tied up, there was really nothing  to complain about.

My dad had called to inform me that he found a way to start coming up with the money he owed. Although it wasn't much, it was a good start.

Everything had been going fairly well, until now. 

Aunt Flo had decided to pay me a little visit as she did every month but this month, I had been so distracted with everything else, I had forgotten. And the cherry on top was that there were no menstrual hygiene products at Vince's place.

It was the middle of the fucking night and here I was, tiptoeing my way to his room. Why was I tiptoeing? I had no clue either.

I gently knocked on the door before waiting for his answer. No response.

I knocked again. No response.

I reached for the door handle, and to my surprise, it was unlocked. I opened the door slightly, peeking in.

"Vince?" I whispered, slipping into his room. His silhouette stirred awake and I saw him rub his eyes. It was too dark to see his face.

"Darcy?" His husky voice said my name as he began to prop himself up on his elbows.

Jesus fucking Christ. His low tired voice was turning me on much more than I'd like to admit. It was so deep, so... sexual. The way he said my name went straight between my legs even though he hadn't intended to do so. I cleared my throat, trying my best to ignore my thoughts.

"Do you have pads or tampons?" I asked him.

I should've realized that he wouldn't have had any since he was a man who had no need for any feminine hygiene products in the first place, but I was desperate.

"What?" His drowsy voice muttered, sitting up.

"Like the thing girls use when they're on their period," I explained, crossing my arms. 

"Why would I have-" He started to say but I cut him off before he could finish.

"I'm on my period, Vince," I explained. "I need a tampon."

He was silent for a split second as if he was thinking about something. I couldn't see his face due to the lack of light but I could see him start to get out of his bed. He had a long day ahead of him and here I was, waking him up at 3 am to ask for a fucking tampon.

He rose out of bed and walked over to me before reaching next to the wall next to me to flip open the lights. I winced at the sudden brightness before my eyes finally began to adjust and focus on his face.

"I'll have Ethan bring you some." He told me before reaching over to grab his phone off his dresser to call Ethan.

"Thank you," I thanked him, offering him a meek smile. I had half expected him to say no and tell me to get lost but instead, he did the opposite.

"Sorry for calling so late but I need a favor." I heard him say on the phone. His voice was still hoarse from being woken up.

I leaned onto the door frame. I heard a sound from the other line but it was too quiet for me to overhear.

"I need—" Vince paused, clearing his throat. "I need tampons."

I chuckled quietly at how ridiculous he sounded, asking for tampons.

"No, it's not for me," He snapped, lashing out at Ethan. There was no doubt that he was making fun of him too.

I heard a voice on the other side say something, and Vince mutter a few more words into the phone before he hung up.

He averted his gaze back to me before letting out an exhausted sigh.

"He'll be here in a couple of minutes," His voice had grown calm. Why was he being so nice? I had expected him to be mad or irritated but he was calm, handling the situation better than I'd expect him to.

"I'll go wait in the living room." I excused myself before I slipped out of his room. I heard him shuffle before following behind me.

I made my way into the living room and leaned against the side of the couch not bothering to take a seat. I turned my head to look over at Vince who was now standing beside me.

"Why don't you ever tell me about yourself?" I asked, pursing my lips.

"You never ask." He replied, shortly. Vince was much more reserved than most guys. Most guys would go on and on for hours talking about themselves while Vince was the exact opposite. He liked keeping to himself especially about his personal life.

"I am now." My foot began to silently tap on the floor.

"What do you want to know?" He asked and I paused, thinking, unsure what to ask. I was scared I was going to push another button and he was going to close up again but I asked the question anyway.

"Tell me about your parents." His jaw clenched at my request.

"Was the information online not enough?" Vince shot back, his tone harsher than I would like. He was getting defensive and I didn't blame him. I knew that I shouldn't have pried and searched his parents online but I had been curious. I pressed my lips together, thinking my next words, not wanting to say something wrong.

"I want to hear it from you." I crossed my arms over my chest. He gave me a look before taking a step towards me and leaning next to me on the couch.

"My father was murdered 9 years ago."

I paused before slowly turning my head to look at him. I was sure I didn't hear him correctly but his unsmiling expression said otherwise. His face was now grim and distant and he avoided meeting my eyes.

The internet hadn't said anything about what he had just revealed to me. I had expected him to push me away instead of opening up to me but I was glad nonetheless.

Vince opened his mouth to continue. "He left his company for me and money for my mother after he died. I was still busy with my studies so my mother helped run it for a time but after she gave birth to Viola, she died leaving everything to me."

He stopped talking and I watched him for a long moment before he finally met my gaze. He was watching me with such intensity it was almost as if they were staring into my soul, ripping every layer of skin and flesh away from me, seeing the real me and I had to swallow the nervous lump in my throat. But yet his eyes remained emotionless.

After years he had built up walls around him to help shield him from the pain. He avoided revealing too much about himself as a way to cope but now here he was, telling me about his parents.

"I'm so sorry," I muttered quietly, breaking away from his eyes and looking down on the cold marble floor.

I heard him sigh before speaking again.

"There was an investigation that was in operation about my father's murderer. I joined the investigation and we were able to come across some evidence and tracked down his murderer."

From the corner of my eye, I saw his hands clench in anger as he said his next words. "As fate would have it, turns out it was my girlfriend at the time who killed him."

My jaw had dropped open and I was left mute. His words repeated over and over in my head. It was his girlfriend that killed his father. My mouth fell open in shock. That had to be the biggest plot twist of the century.

He had just spilled his life to me and here I was, unable to react or speak. I wanted to comfort him but I wasn't sure how.

"Oh my God," I sputtered out, almost choking on my breath. Vince didn't seem to mind my reaction.

"She poisoned my father in hopes of killing him and she succeeded. She knew that if he died, I would inherit all of his money and his business which would benefit her." He added on.

How could someone be so cruel and heartless? I looked over at his face again. It was so calm and emotionless even though we were touching on such a sensitive topic. How did he manage to keep this stuff from the internet?

I wanted to ask him more but he had already told me enough today. I didn't wanna pry into his personal life anymore than I was already.

Right on cue, the front door unlocked then opened and both our heads turned to the door. Ethan walked in with a plastic bag with what I assumed was for me.

"Ethan." Vince greeted him, his voice monotone.

"Here's your pads and tampons." Ethan handed the bag to him, jokingly. Vince narrowed his eyes, giving him a threatening look before handing the bag to me.

It was amazing that Ethan could just wake up in the middle of the night and get Vince whatever he wanted.

Ethan exchanged a few more words with Vince before leaving shortly after.

...

I sank into the couch, making myself comfortable while watching the TV.

It had been a couple of days since Viola left and once she did, I didn't see Vince as often since he was usually busy with his work. We hardly even saw each other since he would leave before I even woke up. Occasionally at night, I would see him come home and we would spare each other glances and a few words but nothing more.

Whenever he stayed home instead of going to work, he would hardly ever come out at all since he would eat all his meals in his office, instead of using the dining room for what it was made for.

I didn't bother him and he didn't bother me but I couldn't help but feel as if he was avoiding me on purpose.

My head snapped up to the door when I heard a feminine giggle. Although it was almost evening, it was still too early for Vince to be home yet. The front door opened and an all too familiar blonde girl waltzed in.

She had the hair every girl dreamed of; thick, blonde, and just the right hint of a wave. It was tied back into a neat low ponytail without a single strand out of place. She was pretty tall, probably taller than me. Wearing a white blouse and a black pencil skirt that fell right above her knees, her clothes hugged all of her curves. She was carrying a stack of papers and a laptop in her hands.

I knew her. I just couldn't recall where. I tried to focus on her face but I couldn't get a good view. She turned back to me to face the door where Vince walked in. Why would he bring her here?

She whispered in Vince's ear before giggling once again. I saw his lip twitch at her comment but not enough to be a smile as he turned around to lock the door. They didn't seem to realize that I was right there yet.

I squinted, looking at her face. She was so familiar... If I could just put my finger—

I stopped breathing. It was her. Sarena. The girl that was in his apartment when I had asked Vince for toilet paper. She looked different with her hair tamed and pulled back and wearing clothes. Why was she here?

Right on cue, she turned her head to look at me on the couch. A puzzled look settled on her face as she tried to remember me. It seemed to have hit her not too long after as she slowly recognized me.

"Oh, hey!" She greeted me and I smiled back in response.

"That's Darcy." I heard Vince say before brushing past her.

"She's the girl from that one night, right?" Sarena asked, beginning to follow him. He nodded in response to her question. Did she know that he had kidnapped me?

Vince walked into his office and Sarena walked in with him shortly after. Were they going to–

I focused on the TV in front of me, trying my best not to think about it.

Maybe she was his girlfriend like I originally had thought. I could feel my heart drop at that thought. What was that feeling? Jealousy?

She was hot and breathtakingly gorgeous and even though I'd hate to admit it, they would look really good together as a couple. But he had slept with me and he didn't strike me as the type to stoop that low and cheat.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I concentrated on the TV screen. Don't think about it. Vince could sleep whoever he wanted, it didn't matter to me. It wasn't as if we were together.

I shuddered at the thought of Vince fucking her over his office table as he did me. The image was so clear and so vivid. Maybe they did sleep together on occasions. But I haven't heard any sounds come from the room. Yet.

I was jealous and I wasn't sure why. There was nothing romantic between us, he was the kidnapper and I was the captive. Our sexual relationship was just a plus. I was only going to be here for a couple of more weeks and the best I could do was hope that my dad was able to come up with $50 million or I was going to die.

Which was another reason that I was confused about my jealousy. There was no reason for me to be jealous. He didn't care if I lived or died, he just wanted his money back. We were using each other for our sexual needs and that was it.

I sighed, overhearing the faint sound of their voices and their occasional laughs but not enough to tell what was going on. I wanted to go up to his door and eavesdrop but I thought better of it and let them have their privacy.

Whatever they were doing wasn't any of my business and it would be out of line for me to pry.

...

"Good afternoon, Darcy."

I glanced up from the dining room I was eating in to see Vince walk into the kitchen. He was probably coming out to grab dinner. Sarena had already left by herself a couple of minutes ago and had even bid me goodbye.

"Hey," I muttered back before taking another bite of the food on the table in front of me. Vince's cook had made rice, broccoli, and chicken which tasted much better than I'd expected it to be. She had brought it up and left like usual, too fast for me to even notice that she was there.

Vince grabbed the plate of food off the kitchen counter and walked over to the dining room where I was. He set the plate down on the table and then pulled out a chair, sitting down next to me.

I stopped eating, raising an eyebrow. This was probably his first time eating anywhere else besides in his office. Except for that one time when I ate dinner with him on a different floor in the building. But that was the first night and he was explaining everything to me.

I was silent as he began to eat his food and I did the same. No words were exchanged as we ate but the silence started to become uncomfortable so I decided to say something.

"How did you get past all of the men my dad had to look over me?" I glanced at him briefly before stabbing my fork into the broccoli.

"When your dad came to New York, he had a conference with all of them and that was when his guard was down. I chose that time to strike." Vince replied.

I took another bite of the food. What a coincidence.

"Why did you move in above us before you kidnapped me?" I had finally asked a question that had been on my mind since the very beginning.

"To keep a close eye on you." He voiced. I was done with my food and he was almost done with his.

I hummed in response, clicking my tongue. "You're busy every day, couldn't you have just told someone else to do it?"

Vince's jaw clenched, chewing the last bite of his food.

"I don't trust anyone else as much as myself." He answered, simply. "Nobody else would've been able to do the job as well as me." He got up, walking towards the kitchen, and dropped his plates in the sink.

So that was it? He had trust issues and couldn't have anyone else do it? I had a hard time believing that was all it was. I had a feeling there was something he was purposely left out. I could feel myself unconsciously gnawing on the inside of my cheek. It was a bad habit.

Vince turned on the faucet and began to wash his plate.

"Did you sleep with her?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Blood rushed to my cheeks. Vince had paused whatever he was doing and turned his head to look at me.

A playful smirk appeared on his lips. He looked younger than his actual age, especially when he smiled.

"Sarena?" He asked and I hesitantly nodded. I was embarrassed but I tried to hide it. He raised his eyebrows and then he chuckled, lowly.

"No, she's my secretary."

Oh.

"Did you sleep with her the one night she was in your apartment?" I couldn't help but ask.

"No. She was only over to discuss business matters." He clarified, starting to put up the plate. I got up and placed my plate in the sink before turning around.

I watched him, shamelessly, taking my time to admire him. He had a posture of a model and looks that could kill. His soft dark curls framed his hair face in a way that made him seem nearly ethereal. Who could even tell all the trauma he went through?

I waited for his snarky remark but it never came. For a moment, I found the silence calming. Everything seemed normal in that simple second but I quickly shook the feeling off.

I found myself slowly removing the ribbon that kept my robe together. His eyes darted to my hands and I watched his eyes as I continued to remove the silky robe that wrapped around my body. His eyes darkened as I let the robe slip down my body and down onto the floor.

His jaw clenched once he got a sight of my body that was standing completely naked in his kitchen. I took a slow step towards him and his eyes tore away from my body, meeting my eyes. I almost froze at the intensity of his eyes.

I walked closer towards him until I was close enough that my breasts were pressing against his chest. His eyes had never faltered from mine, staring at me with such intensity I couldn't even describe. They darkened as if they were going to devour me any second. My heart was racing but I didn't withdraw.

"Darcy." I heard him grit out my name as a warning. His low and husky voice was turning me on, even more, encouraging me to continue. He wasn't doing anything to stop me so I took that as a sign to go further. I stepped up on my toes, wrapping my hands around his neck before pulling his lips down to mine.

At first, the kiss was slow and uncertain but that changed quickly as he deepened the kiss into a more passionate and demanding one.

"Hmm." I gently moaned out from behind his lips.

I loved the way my body molted into his as his hands ran down my body. The way our lips met each other with such lust and passion was indescribable. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pushing our bodies closer and closer together. I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue against my lips, asking for permission. I parted my lips, granting him access inside my mouth.

Dear God, I couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through my head any longer.

I jumped to straddle him, my legs around his hips. His hands moved to cup my ass, supporting it. Our lips never left each other as he slipped through his bedroom door, carrying me inside. His shoulder bumped the door, closing it. He walked over to the bed, pulling away from my lips before laying me down onto the bed.

I was sprawled out naked on the bed in from of him while he was still dressed.

"Take off your clothes," I said, my words coming out as an order.

We locked eyes for just a moment, and then he dipped his head and started to remove his clothes. I watched him hungrily as he unbuttoned his shirt, tearing it off of his body before he went to undo his trousers. I parted my legs slightly, dripping wet for him. Fuck.

Once he was done removing all of his clothes, his hands wrapped around both my thighs. I bit down on my bottom lip as his hands moved up my inner thighs dreadfully and slowly. My back arched in anticipation, knowing where his hands would soon reach. My head sank back against the pillow as he does, a moan escaping my lips.

Holy shit. His palm met my throbbing wet heat right between my legs, eliciting a strangled whimper from the back of my throat. I parted my legs further, spread wide open for him. Vince looked up at me as he slid a finger in, a desperate sound coming out of my lips. I wanted more. I needed more.

He slid another finger in, his fingers beginning a slow rhythm in and out of me. I whimpered, as his fingers hit all the right spots. He was in no rush, taking his time and I could feel myself start to go crazy.

"Vince." I hissed out, desperate. I was panting, my chest rising and falling.

His hands left me and I whimpered in response. I felt his lips press against my burning core and a throaty moan escaped my mouth. Then he drew back, glancing up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I groaned in disappointment but the sound quickly faded I felt him begin to slowly kiss up my body until he reached my neck and then my lips, his face level with mine.

Vincent Ferraro was one hell of a man.

Vince leaned in, about to kiss my lips but then dipped his head lower, purposely avoiding kissing them on purpose. His lips met my neck and began sucking on it, reaching all the right spots. I groaned in response as he started to suck on the sensitive part of my neck. What a tease.

The intoxicating manly smell of his shampoo flooded my scents as his lips made their way to my breasts. His tongue skillfully circled my hardened nipple, teasing it while his hand reached for my other breast, fondling it in his hand.

I closed my eyes in pleasure, my breathing becoming rougher than before.

Suddenly his lips left me as he rose to his knees. His hands gripped onto my hips, lifting me slightly and angling towards him. My mouth fell open once I felt the warmth of his cock pressed right against my entrance.

His gaze flickered up to my eyes, watching me. I squirmed, unable to handle the temptation. I was growing impatient by how much he was teasing me.

"Just fuck me." I breathed out, my voice practically gone. Vince was unmoving as I glared straight into his eyes, begging him with mine. His jaw clenched as he studied me. What was he doing?

God, just fuck me. Stop staring at me and fuck me.

Suddenly he shifted forward, letting himself slide into me. I cried out as my inner walls stretched around him, my legs starting to tremble as they tightened around him. He gave a low groan before he sank further into me until he was fully in.

Without giving me a moment to adjust, he started to move in and out of me at a steady pace. My hands gripped the bed-sheets as I shut my eyes. Moans flew out of my mouth as he began to go faster, his thrusts going harder and deeper

Although this wasn't the first time, he stretched me out once again, wider than I expected him to. The burning pain was drowned out by him hitting all of the right spots over and over again.

He stared into my eyes as he thrust into me. I had no choice but to look back into his dark lustful orbs. They seemed to say a million things but I couldn't even understand one of the things his eyes were telling me.

Lust, hatred, desire, anger. They all seemed to collide together as I bit down on my lip. I could hear his staggered breaths blend with my moans.

"Don't stop." I manage to gasp out, the pleasure building higher and higher.

Suddenly, he pulled out before leaning forward, hovering over me. He then entered me again, his face above mine. The position was more intimate than the last and it terrified me. With his face hovering right above mine and his eyes boring into mine, I was forced to stare back, wordlessly.

He drove deeper into me, and he seemed amused as he forced the sounds to slip from my lips.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Open your eyes." He demanded, his voice rough and husky. I gulped before crying out in pleasure. I obeyed, opening my eyes. My eyes met his once again, making everything much hotter. More intense.

Both our breathing became rugged. I was so close and he seemed to sense it. His thrusts became more swift and rapid. He tipped his head, his mouth level with my ear as I heard every grunt and groan that left his lips. My fingers dug into his back, holding tight onto him.

Every time we fucked, I would always come crawling back for more. He was so intoxicating, so... addictive. I got a taste of him once and I knew that I had to have more. He was the drug and I was the addict.

I was scared once I realized that I could never have enough of him.