Slowly, carefully, I pull back, and she sucks me the whole way, her cheeks hollowed.
"Cazzo," I curse.
I'm sensitive.
And still, my little Victoria takes her time.
When the tip pops free, she licks her lips.
Then, her tongue darts out and runs along the bottom of the shaft, cleaning away the remnants of my release.
I shudder.
My hands are shaking when I release her wrists, but my touch is gentle.
"Up," I order.
She pushes to her feet.
Her knees are shaking from unfulfilled desire.
"Get dressed," I tell her. "Then clean your face and put on some makeup."
I see the flare of hurt in her eyes.
"What's wrong,cara?" I ask, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.
"Did I..." She stops. "I didn't do it right?"
She's nervous and insecure.
"You were perfect, Victoria," I reassure her.
Her face relaxes, her relief evident.
"But if I fuck you here and now, everyone on the block is going to know it. And I don't share."
I grab her chin, tilting her face upward.
"Go clean yourself up and get dressed. You're coming home with me."
Chapter Nineteen
Victoria
Mario’s house is not what I expect.
I am not sure what I expected.
Something cold, maybe. Vast and intimidating, with marble floors and rooms no one actually lives in. Something that looks more like a museum than a home. A place built to impress guests and remind everyone exactly how much power belongs to the man who owns it.
It is large and secure.
The gates alone made that clear.
When we step inside, the house is quiet but warmer than I expected. Dark wood, soft lighting, wide halls, art that looks expensive without screaming it. There are fresh flowers on a table in the foyer, and a faint scent from them and something savory drifting from deeper inside.
The kind of house that has staff.
