Chapter 22. A Messed-up Plan

VINCENT’s POV

I couldn’t wrap my head around Sasha’s little surprise. How did that innocent girl from back then learn to please a guy my age like this? Did she think I was bored with old-school stuff? Didn’t she know I was already plenty satisfied just being with her, no matter how it happened? Did she not get that I was pushing her like this because I missed her?

Hold on. Why all these tricks? Who taught her this stuff? Don’t tell me she’s been selling herself to get by. If not, how else would she know things I never showed her?

Who taught my sweet little bunny these dark games? Who’s been touching what’s mine?

Too bad my body didn’t have room for jealousy. It was already rock-hard, itching to reunite with its favorite place. It couldn’t wait another second. Half-crazed from playing the celibate boy for so long—well, not that saintly, since I’d sometimes had to take matters into my own hands to calm that little devil down for a while.

“Sasha, baby,