32. Vincenzo
Vincenzo
Chapter 32
The wheels of my Lamborghini squeal as we speed away from the concert, my heart pounding with exhilaration. Camela's lips curl into a satisfied smirk while her piercing eyes remain fixed on the rear-view mirror, watching the ambulances and police roll in.
I slam my foot onto the accelerator, the adrenaline still coursing through me. The image of Silent Death lying lifeless on the ground is burned into my mind.
I crank up the music, wanting to revel in the thrill of all that’s happened. When the first sound breaks out from the speakers, Camela turns to me, drawn back to the moment. She grins wide and shakes her head silently.
"Did you see her face?" I shout over the blaring music. "Priceless!"
Camela chuckles, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. No one in my mafioso has ever displayed such skill and control, and I’ve got the most powerful mafiosi this side of the nation. What I witnessed today, her lethal prowess in the completely open crowd, is a story for legends.
Each move was calculated and executed with such deadly precision, that a book could be written on what took place this evening.
"Silent Death will no longer be a problem," she replies evenly. Her composure only amplifies my excitement. My grip tightens around the steering wheel as I push the accelerator, urging the car to go faster.
"You were magnificent!" I glance at her, drinking in the sight of her - the white T-shirt clinging to her lithe form, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. How can someone this delicate, this fragile, be so damn dangerous?
I whoop with excitement. "That was incredible! I've never seen anything like that before! I knew you were good, but you...you're something else entirely. Wilder than my wildest imagination.” Desire ignites in my veins, mingling with excitement. "I can't wait to get you alone."
A sly smile curves her lips. "Is that a promise?"
Her teasing tone sparks my arousal. I visualize all the ways I will dominate and possess her. The things I will do to her delicate flesh until she's writhing and begging for release.
I turn the music up, the windows down. The wind whips through our hair as we speed back towards my compound.
We reach the gates and I slow down. The gates swing open automatically, manned by the armed guards standing along the boundary wall. My guards know better than to delay us and my Lamborghini glides through. They salute as we pass.
The urgency of the moment pushes me to pick up speed again, bringing the car to an abrupt halt inside my private garage, the screeching tires echoing in the enclosed space.
Camela removes her seatbelt and reaches for the door, but before she can open it, my body is leaning across hers, holding her hand in place. She looks at me questioningly.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I tell her, my gaze shifting to her lips. The air crackles with electricity between us, and the car feels hotter.
“Then don’t,” she whispers, releasing her hold on the handle. Our eyes lock, and before I know it, my lips find hers. The deadly encounter tonight has ignited something wild and primal within us.
I'm on her in an instant, one hand fisting in her hair, the other clutching her throat. I crush my mouth against hers, her gasp of surprise like music to my ears.
She responds with equal ferocity, her nails raking down my back. I hiss at the sting, my grip tightening around her neck. The heady combination of pain and pleasure clouds my senses. All that matters is Camela. My Huntress. My queen.
I break away, panting. "You're exquisite. No one can match you, Huntress."
Her eyes gleam. "You know,” she licks her lips, suggestively. “Even a Huntress likes to be hunted, once in a while.”
“Is that so?” I caress her throat, feeling her pulse flutter under my palm.
"Try me," A teasing lilt colors her tone, though her gaze holds a hungry edge. She craves me as much as I crave her.
I brush my thumb over her parted lips. "Tell me what you want,” I ask.
“I want you to bring me to the brink of life and death itself. Make me breathless, shatter me, make me feel alive. I want more.”
The memories rush back as I understand what she’s suggesting. That last night, in bed, I bound her with my tie. She wants …more.
I crash my mouth against hers again, delirious with want. Her clever tongue dances with mine, stoking the fires of my desire. I edge my fingers below her shirt and cup her breast. She fumbles with the buttons of my shirt, each touch promising more.
“Lift up your arms,” I command. She does as I say, and I rid her of it. She’s on the seat beside me, in nothing but her bra and while the sight of her breasts teasing to spill free is breathtaking, I’d rather see them bare.
I lean over my seat, and rip off the hooks from the back. Her bra falls down her arms and lands on her lap.
Determined, I push her backrest down and until she lies horizontally, her legs still positioned on the floor in front of her. Then I clutch the other lever to push the seat backwards, making space for me to kneel between her legs on the floor.
I grab her ankles and spread them apart to make room for my body. Her gaze holds mine, daring me to take control, and I can't resist the challenge. My hands find their way to her thighs, gripping them firmly, and our bodies are consumed by an intense sexual energy that feels too small to fit into this car.
I perch myself a little higher and look up at her flushed face. I grasp both her breasts. She groans and arches her back, needy and aroused. I can’t help but feel the same, my own cock straining against the confines of my pants.
I reach down for her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with trembling fingers. She lifts her ass off the seat so I can slide them down. She tries to reach me with her hands, but I know I’ll be faster. I sit up straighter, remove my belt, unbutton my trousers and tug them down.
She’s perched on her arms, watching my movements and catches sight of my already hard rock. Her eyes widen, just a little. I place my hand on her breasts, forcing her back down again.
She lets out a soft moan, trying to come back up, trying to reach for my cock with her hand.
“Can’t you see I’m hard already?” I tell her. Without a second thought, I grab her wrists in my hands, and take the belt I just discarded, tying her wrists together, and then to the seat lever on the door side.
She struggles, but I see the excitement in her eyes. I know this is what she wants.
Her legs are splayed wide, her breasts pushed together between her tied arms. I watch her writhe beneath me, panting for breath, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over with arousal. I want her beneath me, around me, now.
With a growl, I place my cock at her opening, and leave it there.
“Vincenzo,” she pleads, looking down to the apex of her legs. “Please…”
“Please what, Huntress?”
She lets out a frustrated breath, and then her gaze meets mine. "Please, fuck me, Vincenzo. Fuck me like you mean it."
I grin wickedly at her, enjoying the sight of her pleading with me. I slowly enter her, savoring the feel of her warmth surrounding me. She gasps, arching her back, and then wraps her legs around my waist.
"Harder," she urges, her voice hoarse with desire.
I pull out, and ram into her, removing all idea that this passion we share is going to be gentle. She wants it rough, she wants to be controlled, she’s tired of being the pursuer.
So be it. Let me show her just how badly I need to pursue her. She gasps, her body tensing around me.
I take my hands and grip her thighs, my fingers grazing her ass, pinning her in place. Our breaths come fast and ragged.
I drink in the sight of her - flawless, olive skin and lean muscle. A map of scars that tell the story of who she is. A living work of art.
"So beautiful," I rasp, trailing my fingers down her torso. She shivers under my touch, chest heaving. "So deadly. So mine."
I crush my mouth against hers again as I pull out and push inside her, swallowing her moan. I ram her again and again and again, teasing her. Her fists fight to break free, to control my movements. But they’re bound.
"You have no idea how much I want you," she whispers, her eyes glassy with desire. Her voice is like honey to my ears, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Believe me, I know,” I tell her. She wants my cock to stay in her, to fuck her hard, to stop teasing. Every muscle in her body is telling me that.
She almost cries as she hoists her hips up, trying to keep me in her.
“You’ve teased enough,” she begs. “Please, Vincenzo.”
“Alright, I’ve teased you enough,” I tell her, my voice husky, to the point, in control. I can tell my voice and words turns her on more than my cock in her, and that opens up a whole new playing field.
With a fierce determination, I thrust hard and deep into her, feeling her walls tighten around me. She lets out a high-pitched moan and wraps her legs around my waist tightly, not letting me pull out this time around.
“Found a way to control me, have you?” I grin down at her, biting into her lip before pulling away. I head down to her breast, my cock now moving in gentle motions in her.
“For now,” I hear her challenge me from above.
I bite delicately into her pink, pebbled nipple before looking up. She’s staring at me like a hungry animal, and I think I’ve made her suffer enough.
I increase my pace, each thrust harder and faster than the last. Her moans fill the car, her body trembling beneath me, her hands slamming into the lever, her breasts squeezed tight between them and I know we're getting closer.
I sit on my knees and pull her legs over my shoulders, giving me a better angle to hit her sweet spot. With every thrust, I can feel myself getting closer, my body responding to hers in the most primal of ways. Camela's hands dig into my shoulders, her breath hitching with each movement.
The car around us jerks and slams back and forth as I pound her mercilessly. I look down at her, lying against the seat, her body held up just a little from where her arms are tied and with each thrust, I feel myself slipping further into a world where the line between reality and fantasy blurs.
Our bodies move together in a rhythm as old as time, hard and fast and rough. Just the way we both like it.
I bend lower to bury my neck against hers, and Camela bites down on my shoulder, and I groan into her neck, thrusting deeper. The sting of pain magnifies my pleasure, sending sparks through my veins.
“More,” she almost shrieks, just as the car almost moves forward. “Make me feel alive, Vincenzo.”
I reposition myself a little above her and look down at her as I raise my hand. She licks her lips, and a thrill courses down my spine.
She’s truly unafraid.
Slowly, I trace my fingers down her neck and when she wants me to keep going, wrap my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her inner walls clench around me and I choke out a curse. “Fuck.”
"Yes," she hisses, tilting her head to give me better access. "Just like that."
I slam into her, over and over, drunk on lust and power and Camela. She's close, I can feel it - the tremors wracking her body, the broken sounds spilling from her lips.
I tighten my grip around Camela's throat, watching her eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Her pulse thrums under my fingers, steady and strong. I squeeze, cutting off her airway for a few seconds before releasing.
Camela gasps, color blooming in her cheeks. "Again," she rasps. I choke her again, slamming into her and rotating my hips so my cock hits all corners of her walls.
She moans out that she wants more.
She’s insatiable. Yet, I frown, hesitating. As much as we both enjoy this, I have to be careful not to seriously hurt her.
Camela senses my doubt and shakes her head. "Trust me," she says softly. "I can take it."
I search her eyes and see only certainty reflected back at me. My Huntress would never lie about this. This new ocean of possibilities excites me and thrills me.
With my hand still wrapped around her neck, I slap her cheek sharply, the crack of skin on skin echoing in the car. A faint red mark blooms on her face.
Camela's eyes darken with want and she moans, her walls clenching around me.
I slap her other cheek, harder this time. She cries out, the sound both pained and pleasured. I tighten my hold on her neck, and slap her again, pounding into her ferociously now. The balance of power between us is intoxicating. I can feel her submitting to my will, just as I am allowing myself to be consumed by our shared desires. It's a dance of control and surrender, one that we both revel in with equal fervor.
As I continue to choke and slap her, alternating between the two sensations, I find myself lost in the moment, the vein in my cock throbbing to be released of the pressure building within me.
I close my eyes and she moans - “I’m going to cum, Vincenzo. Just like that, baby, yes.”
Patches of sweat coat our bodies. I slap her again and her back arches off the seat, her breasts rising above her though she remains down, my stronghold grip against her neck keeping her in place. “I’m cumming,” she moans, her legs quivering beneath her.
Her eyes are wide, her breathing ragged and uneven. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against mine just as I push my hips further towards her, reaching a spot so deep and so elusive, that her muscles begin to convulse around my cock, signaling her impending climax.
I can’t resist the urge anymore and plunge into her one last time, moaning as my world goes dark. Everything fades but this sensation. “I’m cumming,” I groan, releasing a guttural roar of pleasure as she screams the same words back at me. I explode inside her, just as her entire body shakes violently from her own climax.
Our panting fills the air, the both of us tangled together in a mess of emotions. I lie like that, above her, my cock still in her, until I catch my breath.
As we come to ourselves, I loosen my grip on her throat, careful not to starve her of the air she desperately needs. She gasps, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure as she takes a deep breath, her surroundings slowly coming back into focus.
I gently pull out of her pussy, and untie her, rubbing her wrists until the red settles down.
“Are you alright?” I ask, sitting on the floor in front of her, her legs still parted on both sides. I gently rub her thighs, waiting for an answer.
She sits up and I raise my arm to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, lips kiss-swollen. She's never looked more beautiful.
"That was..." Camela trails off, shaking her head. At a loss for words. I know the feeling.
"Incredible," I finish for her, cupping her cheek. "You're incredible."
A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. "So are you."
We share a slow, deep kiss. Lingering. Unhurried.
I get up from my position and move back to my seat, and we begin dressing ourselves. I look over at her and her gaze turns inward, thoughtful. A crease forms between her brows.
"What is it?" I ask, concerned. We have no secrets between us. “Was it too much?”
She bites her lip, hesitating, and my worry grows. "I was just thinking...how much I enjoy our scenes. Pushing each other to new extremes." A flush creeps up her neck. "I want - "
"Tell me," I urge gently. I'll give her anything she desires.
Camela meets my eyes, desire and shyness warring in her expression. "I want to explore other aspects. If you're interested."
A thrill shoots through me at her words. She never ceases to surprise me.
"I'm very interested," I say, brushing a thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. "We can explore whatever you like."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across Camela's face. "Excellent."