My core contracted in response.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Somehow, I found the ability to do that. Those dark eyes smoldered with a hunger so powerful, the chance of survival felt slim.
“If you walk away right now, the entire world becomes my enemy…because I’ll tear it apart to find you.”
The ability to respond failed me. I brushed my fingers over his hair, letting him see the truth in my gaze. If the eyes were the window to the soul, then he knew that mine was alive and his. Always and forever his.
Vincenzo nodded as if he understood. Pushing my thigh to the side, he tipped me over. My hands shot out to catch me against the counter just as his teeth sank into my ass. I yelped. It didn’t hurt. It was the surprise, the sensual shock that rocked me.
There wasn’t an inch of me that was safe from his sheer masculine dominance.
And he wanted me to know it.
Grabbing the elastic of my panties, Vincenzo cut them away with a knife I didn’t know he had. I snatched his wrist on pure instinct.
His chuckle was velvet and edged with menace. Rising, he dropped the knife on the counter and the next second, his fingers gripped my throat. “You touch my wrist like that again, and I swear—I’ll forget how to be gentle.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks, and my breath hitched in pleasure. His hold was firm, a reminder of his power, but not hard enough to do anything more than suggest.
Vincenzo pulled the material of the panties away, moving me to sit back on my ass. His fingers still grasping my neck, he tugged his bottoms off. Bare flesh pressed against my legs.
“You break me, fiore,” he rasped. “You give yourself up to this sinner with such trust.” He pressed his fingers against my pussy, stroking through my slick center. “How can I stay sane around you? You undo me without even trying.”
His fingers stroked my clit, already wet and swollen. I leaned into his touch, breathing hard. This time, when my legs wrapped around him, he didn’t move them. I rocked against him, greedy for more.
“Please,” I whimpered. I would beg if I had to. I needed his cock inside me more than I needed my next breath.
Vincenzo flicked his fingers. A rough warning. The noise that rumbled in his chest bordered on violence.
“Come closer,” he demanded.
I scooted forward.
“Closer, fiore. I want to feel your breath when you tell me you’re mine.”
His. All his. Completely and wholly, I belonged to this man. “There’s never been anyone but you, Enzo.”
He pinched my clit hard enough to make me yelp. “Don’t tell me pretty lies, Mandy.”
This wasn’t the time to tell him I’d tried to forget him. That every attempt to erase him from my body, mind, and heart failed. The few times I tried were disastrous.
“I’m not,” I whispered. “You broke me for anyone else.”
With an animalistic growl, he surged forward. His grip on my throat tightened, cutting off the air. His tongue invaded my mouth; his lips bruised mine.
I reached for him, pulling him right where I needed him. But he caught my hands, both fitting easily in his grasp.
“Enzo, please,” I choked.
He loosened his hold around my throat. “What is it, fiore mio?”
“I need you,” I whimpered, helpless and completely at his mercy.
“Hmm,” he growled. “I know, my little flower.”
The sweet string of Italian was music to my ears.
