Page 13 of Loving Vincent

"I don't want you touching her," she hissed at him. "You can do whatever you want with me, but you don't touch my daughter."

His eyes glowed with either fury or desire, she wasn't sure which. "I may just take you up on that." He turned and walked away from her, down a dark hallway. "Follow me, I'll show you where you can put the kid."

Jenna glanced longingly at the front door but decided to follow him. He'd said something about security to Jared, which meant there were probably guys out there watching the house. Maybe an alarm system set to go off if she made a run for it.

Vince showed her into what she thought was probably a guest room. It was pretty generic; white walls, queen size bed with a blue blanket on it and a chair in the corner. "The kid can sleep in here."

"Lola," Jenna snapped as she lowered her still slumbering daughter onto the bed. "Her name is Lola. Not kid."

He shrugged, and then crooked a finger at her when she straightened. "Come here."

Jenna's heart pounded with trepidation. She willed her feet to move, to take her over to him. She didn't want to cause a scene that might wake Lola up and frighten her. But her body refused to move, refused to go willingly to the man who had promised her pain if she didn't follow through on his plan.

Vince lost patience and, giving her a dark look, grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the bed, out the door and down the hall. Jenna stumbled after him, reaching out for the wall so she wouldn't trip as they walked.

He shoved her through a door at the end of the hallway and closed it behind them. Jenna blinked, blinded when he turned the light on. When she finally could see, he was looking at her with an annoyed, frowning expression. His looks were so harsh that his frown terrified her. The tattoos on his neck and face stood out in stark, vivid detail.

"Did you fuck him?" he demanded.

"Wh-what?" Jenna stammered the word, not understanding what Vince was asking.

"Did you fuck Zack?" he demanded again, waving his hand to her outfit. "You're dressed for fucking."

Jenna gasped and wrapped her arms around herself, drawing the fabric as tightly closed as she could. Of course this move just molded the silky fabric to her curves and drew his sharp gaze.

"No, I didn't," she said as dignified as she could. "And I wouldn't."

Vince grunted, still staring at the outfit like he wanted to kill it. "He give that to you to wear?"

"Yes," she said slowly, backing a step away as he stalked toward her.

"Take it off," he ordered.

Before Jenna could refuse his hands were on her, tearing at the fabric. She slapped at him, but she may as well be trying to fight off a giant for all the effectiveness her struggles had. Within seconds he'd stripped off both the robe and the negligee, leaving her completely naked except for a pair of black lacy panties.

As she watched open-mouthed, he ripped her outfit to shreds, letting the pieces fall to the floor. "You will not wear things from other men."

"I... what?" she could barely comprehend what he was saying to her.

He took the three steps separating them and reached for her. Jenna jumped away from him and found herself backing into a bed. She glanced down. It was a very big bed covered in a fluffy white duvet and pillows.

Vince took hold of her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You belong to me now, you're my woman. I don't want you near other guys unless I say so, you got me?"

"Uh, no, not really," she said, bewildered. "Are you keeping me as a... a slave, like you said you were going to? What happens to Lola?"

He shook his head. "You aren't listening, Jenna. You're my woman now, not my slave. As for your daughter, you can do whatever you want with her."

Jenna shook her head, trying to wrap her brain around his words. "Your woman? Like a... like a girlfriend?"

"Exactly like a girlfriend," he agreed. "And if all goes well, my wife."

"But we don't even know each other!" she exclaimed. "You can't just decide you want to marry someone after one meeting."

He grinned down at her, a flash of teeth. "Not the meeting, baby, the kiss."

She stared at him, suddenly feeling a melting in her limbs as she remembered the kiss. It had taken hold of her, enthralled her, made her forget what was happening to her in her own house. Had it been the same for him? Had it rocked his world as much as hers? She hadn’t realized, thought it was just his way of intimidating her.

As she looked at him his expression changed, the sinister thug dropping away to be replaced by a wondering look. He brought a hand up and rubbed his thumb over her cheek. She blinked and glanced down at his hand. He had a tattoo of the word hell on his finger. It scared her into pushing his hand away and sliding sideways out of his reach.

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