Penelope’s POV:

“Vin— I don’t think we should— what if they hear?” I try, really try to protest. But my voice comes out wobbly. And my arguments are weak.

The look in Vincent’s eyes is nothing short of raw hunger. His pupils are fully dilated, turning his eyes a stormy black.

He gently shushes me, at the same time peeling my jeans off my legs. I bite back a whimper as I step out of it.

The cool air whooshes against my bare legs, making me shudder and gasp.

“Shouldn’t we—”

“No.”

“Vin…”

He presses a kiss to my clit through the fabric of my panties. My body jerks, my...