Chapter 5
Vincenzo
I can’t stop myself any longer. I must have her. Even if I know it’s wrong, even if I told myself I never would.
I never fall for the people I help. But I’ve never kissed one of them either. And definitely never someone so sweet and innocent … and kissable.
And good God, the moment my lips landed on hers, I knew I was in deep. Because fuck me, kissing her is as if sin itself has entered my veins. And now that I’ve had a taste, I want more, so much more.
But she suddenly pulls back and stares at me, confused.
Shame rolls through my body.
I shouldn’t have done that.
I told her she didn’t have to earn her keep, and I meant it.
But damn … I’ve wanted nothing more since I met her than to kiss those lips and make her body mine.
Her lips pout, and for a moment, it feels as though the earth has stopped revolving. Until she suddenly wraps her hands around my neck and smashes her lips on mine.
And fuck me, I’ve lost my will to fight my own conscience instantly.
Our kiss is heated and aggressive. I groan against her mouth and claim her lips like they’ve always belonged to me. My tongue dips out to break them open and force my way inside, licking the roof of her mouth.
She tastes like heaven and everything I’ve longed for.
But she’s here to be helped, not to be used.
“We should stop,” I mutter between kisses.
“Should we?” she murmurs.
I pull back to gaze at her swollen, red lips. “You don’t have to do this.”
She licks her lips, pressing up against me until my cock hardens against her thighs. “I know …”
When her hands slide down my chest, all the way across my abs, my cock throbs with need. And as her fingers land on my package, I grasp her wrist and say, “I meant it when I said I don’t need payment.”
She grins. “I remember … but I’m still grateful.”
I push her back against the wall and pin her against it. “I don’t need you to be grateful. I need you …”
“You need me to … what?” she repeats, gazing up at me with those starstruck eyes, those delicious lips begging me to kiss them.
“I need you …” I rasp, dangerously close. “I fucking need you to beg.”
Her lips part, and I can see the shock riddle on her face.
But I can’t fucking let myself go. Not until she gives me the one word I need.
Her lips part, her cheeks glowing red with embarrassment. “Please.”
Fuck.
That’s the one.
I immediately slam my lips on hers, not giving a shit if it’s wrong. I know I’m not supposed to take from those who have nothing left to give, but I can’t stop myself. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I was in trouble.
Those looks she gave me, the way her hand fits so perfectly in mine, the way I’ve felt so fiercely protective over this girl, despite only knowing her for a day, it’s all starting to make sense now.
I’m stricken by desire, completely corrupted by it, as my hands roam freely across her body, her tits, ripping the dress down.
She moans into my mouth, but I cover her mouth with mine as I fondle her perky tits, flicking my thumbs across her nipples until they harden.
“Fuck, I want you,” I groan against her lips. “So badly.”
“Then take it,” she murmurs back as my mouth drags a line down her neck. “Take all of me.”
Her words drive me mad with lust as I press kisses on her shoulders and let my tongue slide down her skin, all the way to her tits, taking one into my mouth and sucking hard.
I don’t want her just because she’s offering.
I want her because it’s forbidden.
Because she’s the one I should be helping, and I want nothing more than to take everything she has left to give.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, kissing every inch of her skin.
“No,” she replies.
I kiss her so hard we’re both out of breath. “Tell me.” I tug at her lip with my teeth and leave a mark. “Now or I swear to God, I’ll fuck you every fucking day of the week until you can no longer stand on two feet.”
She’d better deny me, shove me away, slap me.
Because if she doesn’t, I’m ready to stake my claim.
“Fuck …” she whispers, licking her lips. “Yes.”
***
Emilia
Not one second does he wait. He immediately grabs me by the ass and lifts me up, kissing me like his life depends on it. Groping me, he plants me down on the dressing table and shoves aside everything in his way without ever taking his lips off mine.
He touches me in all the right places, and I lean back against the mirror as he plants kisses down my sternum and slides across my nipples.
My body burns with desire for him. His hand dives between my legs, rubbing my clit right through the fabric of my panties, and good God, does he know how to find it.
“Tell me how badly you want it,” he groans, sliding his finger up and down, toying with me.
“Oh God, I want you so much,” I mewl.
“Is that why you threw yourself at me so carelessly?”
I nod, bucking my hips into the palm of his hand.
He’s been on my mind ever since he left the house.
Everywhere I went in this room, his scent lingered.
All I could think about was the way he leaned in so close that I could almost kiss him.
And when I wanted to pay him, he didn’t even accept it, despite the fact that I could feel the tension between us.
And it’s given me nothing but more wantonness.
God, this man’s lips are too sinful to be real. And the way his fingers slip up and down my wet panties make me want to rub myself against him.
I’ve never craved a man this much before.
Then again, I’ve never met a man quite like him.
So handsome I could die … and so vicious he could almost make me kill.
But I’m glad I didn’t because none of this would’ve happened. His hands wouldn’t be all over my ass and pussy, and my lips wouldn’t be on his neck, desperate for more.
“You were right … there is one thing I want from you,” he groans into my ear.
“Tell me,” I reply.
He tugs aside my panties and shoves a few fingers into my pussy, making me gasp. “I want your wetness all over my fingers. Now.”
I moan out loud when he begins to thrust, alternating harsh with gentle, driving me mad. Between thrusts, his thumb rolls around on my most sensitive part until my eyes almost roll just as hard.
“Yes, that’s it. Give me your biggest orgasm right fucking now, Emilia.”
Just his voice alone pushes me over the edge, and I come harder than I ever have before.
Jesus Christ, this man knows how to work a clit.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear, making me whimper.
I was never the girl for praise … until today.
He opens his belt buckle and tears it off, then wraps it around my hands.
“Wow,” I mutter.
He raises a brow. “Scared?” The belt is tied firmly.
“No,” I lie. I’ve seen and done much in my time, but it’s not what he does that scares me … it’s who he is. What he could do.
But I trust him.
After all, he did bring Dean to my feet and made him cry.
Vincenzo went through all that trouble just to give me what no one else could give.
He likes me.
And I think that’s what frightened me the most when he first came to me in that alley, promising me something I never thought anyone ever would: Another chance.
He licks his lips. “I smell a lie.”
I giggle, but he swiftly grabs my face and sticks his tongue in my mouth, claiming me with fervor. “You won’t be giggling like that when I’m done with you.”
He rips off my panties in one go, making me squeal into his mouth. Then he pulls down his zipper and takes out his cock, which is so big it makes my eyes widen. Oh God. Am I going to regret this?
“Spread your legs for me, Emilia,” he says, stepping back only to look at my pussy, his tongue dipping out to lick his lips.
He pulls out a condom from his pocket and rips it open, wrapping it over his length.
His fingers trail the tip of his dick as he eyes me down with hungry eyes. “Show me how much you want it.”
My fingers splay behind my back, tortured that I can’t touch myself, let alone him, to do something about this lust coursing through my body.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “Give it to me.”
With a smug grin, he steps forward, cock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I swallow away the lump in my throat when I realize he’s much bigger up close than I anticipated.
Fuck, this is going to get dirty.
He grips my thighs, nails digging into my skin as he leans forward and whispers into my ear, “Beg.”
“Please …”
Not one second does he wait as he thrusts inside to the hilt. My mouth makes an o-shape, a strangled moan escaping my throat as his length throbs inside me.
His lips are on me in an instant, claiming even more raunchy kisses as he begins riding me harder and harder, deepening each stroke. My hands are helplessly searching behind my back to hold on to something, but all I have is the metal clasp of the belt, pricking into my skin.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he groans, plunging in again and again until my eyes almost roll into the back of my head.
“That’s it, Emilia, give me another orgasm,” he growls as his thumb moves down between my legs, rubbing my clit until my legs begin to quake.
“It’s so big,” I mumble. “So full.”
“And you’ll be even fuller when I shoot my load deep inside this pussy,” he replies.
I gasp in shock, but he swiftly covers my mouth again, burying himself inside me until his balls tighten against me.
“Fuck, I’m going to explode inside you and fill you to the brim, and you’re going to come just from my cock alone,” he groans.
“Yes,” I mewl with desire as he thrusts so hard the dressing table begins to quake.
His thumb expertly rolls around my clit until I’m delirious with need, my body leaning into his hand and cock, desperate for more. His lips are on my sternum and breasts, sucking at one of my nipples while the other is being tugged.
And I moan out loud as I explode into bliss, another orgasm making all my muscles twitch and coil.
Right then, he moans along with me, thrusting in deep as his cock begins to throb with heat.
After a while, he brings his lips to my mouth and kisses me so gently I’m overcome with a sensation I’ve rarely ever felt: love.
Fuck. I’ve really fallen hard for a guy I barely even know.
“My God …” I mutter.
“That good, huh?” he muses.
I nod as he slowly pulls out of me and takes off the condom, chucking it into the bin next to the dressing table.
Then he walks to the bathroom and washes his hands, and it makes me frown, confused. Who would do that the second they were done with sex?
“Why … did you wash your hands?” I ask.
“A habit,” he explains. “Autism.”
Oh wow. I hadn’t thought of that. But it makes sense, in the bigger picture, now that I think about it.
“Does that unsettle you?”
I quickly shake my head. “No. I’m more curious than ever, actually.”
He smiles, and the warmth that radiates off him makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.
I’m still sitting on the table, wrists still tied, body numb with pleasure, and I just watch and admire him from afar. “I wish I could’ve had this sooner,” I mumble. “Maybe then I wouldn’t have—”
He places a finger on my lips as he treads close again, standing between my thighs, his cock still half-hard from the bout of sex. “You can.”
My pupils dilate.
“I told you this wasn’t for payment,” he says. “I want you to stay with me.”
“With you?” It sounds too good to be true.
“Be mine.”
The gravity of his words slowly sink in as I stare into his eyes, but there’s no lie to be found.
“Only if you want to,” he adds as he releases my wrists from their bonds.
I don’t even know how to respond as tears well up in my eyes. If I could stay here, forever, in this home, with this man … it would be the end of all my struggles. And the beginning of something new and exciting. “Am I dreaming?” I ask, completely overwhelmed with the possibilities.
He chuckles and caresses my cheeks. “If you are … let me make it come true.”