“I did not,” I grumped, holding very still.
Two thick fingers scissored against my clit, pinching and tugging. “Your body is ready for me, fiore.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “I hate flowers.”
A dangerous chuckle hummed against my skin. “No, you don’t.”
My protest was cut short as he swatted the swollen bundle of nerves. My clit ached for more, but I would be damned if I told him that.
Vincenzo slid a finger inside me.
Everything else vanished. I bit back a moan at the feeling of him. I didn’t like this.
Yet at the same time, I wanted more. One finger wasn’t enough.
He curled it deep inside, making me arch up. I gripped the banister tight and bent like it was a gymnastics bar.
“Bellissima,” he murmured and pressed a second finger inside.
Those fingers worked in and out of me, thrusting with a relentless pace.
“You say that you don’t want to be mine, but then why are you fucking yourself on my fingers?” he taunted. “Look how greedy you are. Look how badly you want to come.”
It’s my traitorous body!I wanted to scream at him. But I couldn’t find the power I needed to form the words. There was no force on earth strong enough to make me hate this.
“What if I don’t let you come?” He slid his fingers out of me, resting them against my clit. Not moving, just touching. I rocked into him, trying desperately to find some friction. “No, no, little one, that’s not how we do things.”
I let out a strangled groan of frustration. I wanted him, and the bastard knew it. The noise whistled through my clenched teeth.
Vincenzo slapped my pussy. A sweet sting shivered over the bare skin.
“The sooner you understand that I am in charge, the sooner you can come.”
Desperation made me sob. Yes…yes, he was. Always able to make me melt.
I was weak for this man. Desperate with want.
Vincenzo let go, and for a second, I thought I was going to fall forward. But that strong arm was there, wrapping around my waist to catch me. He tugged me back, holding me flush against his body.
Mine wailed with want.
Carrying me as though I weighed nothing, he walked across the hall, kicked into the bedroom, and dropped me onto the mattress. Before I could scramble away, he caught me, ripping the tee off my body, and shoved me back into the comforter. He pinned my body with ease. I twisted my neck so the bedding didn’t smother me.
His hand cracked across my ass, sharp and stinging. The contact reverberated through my pussy.
“Enzo!” I shrieked, struggling hard. I was no match for his hold.
The next slap made my insides clench. Heat spread between my legs, and I felt the moisture trickle down my thighs.
“That’s it, fiore.” He reached to rub my aching pussy. “Mmm, you feel so good. I wonder how you taste?”
My core squeezed.
The monster bent and—
His teeth sank into my ass.
He bit me. Bit!
