That wicked hot body that made me prickle with need.
“I’m the only man for you, and you know it,” he rasped.
His lips pressed against mine in a hard, sweltering kiss. I fisted my hands, pounded against the solid wall of flesh. It might as well have been made of stone. Vincenzo made a sound in his throat. A warning, primal and masculine. It sent a trickle of desire shivering down my spine.
Before I could think, he pushed me back against the mattress. My cotton shorts were in his hands a moment later, pulling them right off my legs.
“Spread those legs for me,” he growled. “Let me see you.”
Maybe I was still sleepy because I couldn’t find it in myself to protest. What was one more night? I would serve him papers tomorrow.
My legs fell open, my center exposed to the night and the beast who ruled it.
“Bellissima, I love how pretty your pussy looks, bare and glistening,” he groaned and sank to his knees in front of the bed. “I could spend hours here, worshiping you like this.”
I shuddered. That didn’t sound bad. It should have. But it didn’t.
“I’m going to give you what you need, put you right back to sleep.” His promise was sweet music to my ears.
Better than any cocktail or medication. My hips tipped up, body greedy for him.
He buried his face between my legs. His tongue slid across my slit, one long, languid lick. I scrunched my eyes closed and tried not to gasp. He wasn’t getting away with it that easily.
I shouldn’t have underestimated him.
His tongue flicked wickedly over my naked pussy. Pleasure pulsed in heady shocks, vibrating to my core, shooting out with fire. Teeth sank over my clit, and the responding throb was euphoric.
I wrapped my legs around the back of his head, pulling him closer. “Enzo, you bastard, what have you done to me?”
He chuckled darkly, and I realized I’d said that out loud.
I didn’t care, though. I ground against him, chasing the pleasure.
Those strong fingers dug into my ass. He devoured me as though he was starving. As if I was the one thing he needed. And right now, he was exactly whatIneeded. His lips on my clit sent a current of electricity zipping through me. It was hot. I was desperate.
I am his.
I arched into his hold, crying out with delirium. Right there, right on the edge.
Another moment, and I shattered.
My voice was hoarse, and the release left me spent.
“Yes, fiore, you are mine,” he promised with another kiss on my too sensitive pussy.
And I realized I’d said that part out loud too.
Chapter 33 – Amanda
Ihad a plan.
And I had a backup plan.
One was faulty at best. The other, I hated with a passion. But it was the end of the week. I still hadn’t heard from my father, and things felt desperate. Granted, I could have called Dad. The thought of reaching out, however, left me dizzy and sweating. What if I called and he rejected my plan? That was even worse than the backup idea.
Telling him I was actively trying to find a way out of this disaster and hearing him say that he wanted me to go through with it might just kill me.
I was stuck with getting myself out of the mess using the legal process—or the other. The one where I bowed my head and became the sacrificial lamb.
