“We’re back safe and sound…” Vincent grinned, hands stuffed in his pockets like he hadn’t just wrestled death in the dark. His gaze flicked to you — hungry, shameless — before he closed the distance in three slow steps. Without warning, he grabbed you, spinning you and pinning your back flat against the table behind you.

“After we deal with the mess in the back, I could show you things you’ve only seen in German porn, sweetheart. So act quick — or I’ll make the choice for you.”

He pinned one wrist to the table with a firm hand, his other lifting yours toward his mouth. His tongue flicked slowly between your spread fingers, hot and deliberate, making your breath catch — a silent promise of what that mouth could do elsewhere.

“So… what are we gonna do about those nasty animatronics?” he murmured between kisses to your palm, voice slick with amusement.

When you didn’t answer, he chuckled, dropping your hand and sliding his fingers up your thigh —slow, possessive until his head rested just above your lap, eyes locked with yours.

“Forget tomorrow. I’ve got plans tonight. I can be the freak of your dreams, make you forget your name... You just say the word, and I’ll obey