The Don's Reluctant Obsession

"Show us what you've got, Vincent! " I shouted at my incredibly attractive boyfriend who was about to show more skin. He decided to crash my friend's bridal shower, and now he's facing the consequences. However, the cheeky grin on his face suggests he's getting a kick out of this. 

My hazel eyes darkened as I bit my lip. Wow! He is incredibly hot and undeniably mine. Vincent stands nearly six feet tall, with a body packed with muscles. He's not overly bulky, but definitely fit, sporting a nice six-pack. With a swift motion, he tore his shirt off and tossed it in the air.

 "Is this what you like, baby? " he teased, continuing his Magic Mike routine alongside three other "cops" who were also stripping. 

"Hmm, you could use some oil, baby. " I tossed him a small bottle shaped like a p*n*s, and he chuckled. 

"Seriously? " His eyes sparkled with amusement at the bottle's shape. Then his gaze locked onto mine, and it felt like everyone else vanished from the room. That was how it was with Vincent. Time seemed to freeze, and nobody existed when I was captivated by his beautiful blue eyes. He casually walked over to me while unbuckling his belt. Standing right above me, firmly seated in a chair, he slid down his pants, knelt at my feet, and handed me the bottle. "Could you do me a favor? I need to be nicely oiled up for my girlfriend. "

 "Well, I'm more than happy to help another woman out. " I took the bottle, squeezing it to release some liquid. Rubbing my hands together to warm it up, I couldn't help but admire this handsome man's body. I let my hands glide over his defined chest, down his taut abdomen, and teasingly lingered near his boxers. 

"Do you think your girlfriend would be okay with this amount, or do you need more? " I said in a sultry tone that carried above the upbeat dance music and the women shouting for the "cops" to "strip. " 

"I believe she'd prefer my entire body. " His voice was deep, filled with desire as he glanced at his package. Suddenly, I burst out laughing, noticing the sizable bulge in his boxers. What were we doing? "Wow! I've never gotten such a strong reaction from a woman before. "

 He pretended to be embarrassed, cupping himself. "Please, you know you're unbelievably s*xy, but I don't need all my friends to witness every inch of you. Get dressed, weirdo, and take me to bed. " With a grin, he stood up, aligning his impressive bulge near my face. His fingers danced over his boxers, hinting at what I desperately wanted. 

"Shouldn't I get undressed first, then take you to bed? " All I could do was bite my lip, gazing at this stunning man. I quickly got up and pulled him in for a kiss. Instantly, his hands were running down my back, drawing my body closer to him. The fabric of my snug blue dress was thin, and I knew he could feel my hard n*ppl*s pressing against him. This man drove me wild. "Let's get out of here," he whispered against my lips. 

"Wouldn't your girlfriend mind? " I teased. He plunged his tongue into my mouth with a growl. He enjoyed my playful banter just as I loved his relaxed demeanor. His hands found my backside, squeezing it tightly, and I couldn't help but moan, not caring who heard me. He lifted me up, and my legs wrapped around him. I desperately wanted him right then. Would it be wrong to sneak away to the bathroom? I had never been intimate in a public place before, but this man had my thoughts spiraling, erasing any sense of decency I had left. "God, I want you," he groaned before diving back in for another kiss. 

"Then take me, baby. I'm all yours. " He hesitated for a moment, then pulled back. I found myself perched on the bar top, still in his embrace. The intensity in his gaze left me uncertain about what he was thinking. "You belong to me! " he declared with such authority that I knew despite my earlier declaration, he wouldn't have it any other way. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing lightly over my lips. 

"Vincent? Are you going to take me home? " I asked shyly, caught in his deep stare. 

"Absolutely! " He leaned in again, kissing me slowly. Our lips moved in harmony, and our tongues danced a sensual waltz, savoring the feelings we were sharing at that moment. Oh no! I'm falling for this man. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were just having fun between exams and midterms. How did we get to this point, sharing a kiss as if no one else existed?

 "No more games! " a loud, commanding voice interrupted. Six tall men in black suits entered the room. The music halted, and everyone froze. Behind Vincent stood an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. His presence radiated power, dominating everything around him. My eyes shifted to the imposing figure next to him—a ruggedly handsome man with a sculpted face, icy blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was stunning yet utterly intimidating. Whoever these men were, they were not to be trifled with.

I squeezed my nails into his shoulder and muttered, "Vincent!" I was absolutely terrified. He gave me a look I had never seen before while carefully taking my hand away from me. 

Those eyes radiated pure hatred. I was baffled as to how someone could become so gloomy so quickly after being so nice and cheerful, so my eyebrows furrowed. What transpired? As he turned around in just his boxers, the older guy absorbed Vincent.

 "I allowed you to come here to learn, boy, and you have the nerve to sneak out of a family gathering to play stripper for your little wh*r*?" I immediately glanced behind me when the man pointed at me. My jaw fell. Wait! Did he just refer to me as a wh*r*? 

"Who the f*ck are calling a w. .." Vincent's hand slammed over my lips before I could finish.

 "Don't speak!" he commanded in a voice I had never heard from those lips before. I had the urge to hit him, but I was still paralyzed with terror. He faced these men to speak to them.

 "Leave! I'm right behind you," Vincent ordered, and my heart raced. The older man's eyes darkened even more as he asked, "Are you telling me what to do? " There were death stares everywhere, and I swear they were about to shoot one another. 

"Don't make me say it again," Vincent commanded, and this time everyone complied. I didn't like how his whole demeanor shifted to that of a ruthless despot. This wasn't my Vincent. "Not smart, Cuz."

 "I don't care, Caelum," said the attractive guy who was walking beside the older man. Vincent responded with a frigid stare. 

"Take it easy!" He's an old dinosaur who hasn't had a decent f*ck in ages. 

"Caelum, I think his cousin," gave him a sly grin that made me consider they might murder the old man. 

"I don't doubt you would enjoy that, Caelum." If you want, we may teach him his place. Bring my men back to my house. I'll be following you men closely," he commanded. My men? That was odd. Why were they his troops? What made them his men? This made no sense at all. When everyone had gone, Vincent gave me that playful grin once again.

 "Am I bipolar?" he wondered as he saw the dread in my eyes. "I'm so confused," I could only say. His hand covered my cheek, and his eyes were full of affection. 

"I'm sorry, baby. " Two minutes ago, I didn't know who he was. They were gentle and nice. "I need to leave. Would you let Isaac and Manuel drive you home?"

 "What? Why?" I didn't need to leave. My friend's bridal shower took place in this room. I admit that I wasn't particularly close to her. I still didn't have to go. "I dislike leaving you alone, particularly with naked men dancing around. 

"Can you just listen, and I'll explain more tonight?" he begged me with his eyes. I glanced around the room and saw that everyone was still motionless, staring at us. In any case, I had the impression that I was no longer welcome in this place.

 "Okay!" I said quietly, but the anger was obvious on my face. "Hey, you're my girl. Don't pout. " He leaned his lips close to my ear. "I'll make it up to you when I climb in your bed tonight. I promise, baby." I couldn't help but smile a bit. He always knew how to bring me the utmost happiness when we were in bed together. I teased him by saying, 

"We see how good you say sorry, and maybe I will allow you some pleasure too," as I kissed his lips. I kissed him as he smiled, then I gave his lower lip a bite. 

"F*ck, baby! I need to go." His huge hands grabbed my hips and then pulled away.

"Don't be modest now, babe; we both know you are a wild one." He teased, making me smack his chest.

"What is wrong with you?" I laughed with an even deeper blush. I can't believe he just said that.

Our s*x life was definitely more than I had ever experienced with anyone else before. He was gentle but dominating, and he had no shame in devouring every part of me. Vincent definitely woke up a part of me that I didn't know existed.

He was never rough or called me anything but sweet pet names, though. My mind sometimes wandered into being a little more submissive or role-playing in some crazy fantasy. I mostly blamed p*rn for that. It was not realistic, yet it made me curious.

Franco nodded to a man next to Vincent, then left. My eyes drifted back to Vincent, then moved slowly to the large presence in the room. Why was this man so scary-looking, and why was I afraid of him?

"This is my cousin, Caelum. We have a meeting soon, so I hope it's okay if he joins