Chapter 6
Sara spent the entire afternoon trying to choose a dress — but the truth was that she was choosing how she wanted to feel for him.
She opened the wardrobe. Took one out. Tried it on. Put it back. Took another. Went back to the first. Then to the third. And ended up laughing at herself, her face hot, her heart racing.
She felt like a teenager about to go on her first date.
Maybe because that was exactly how she was feeling.
When she finally chose, she picked the most beautiful dress she owned — a full skirt, light fabric that flattered her skin, elegant and sensual at the same time.
But underneath… underneath she chose something that made her feel powerful and desired: a set of fine black lace lingerie.
The almost transparent bra that barely covered her nipples, and the thong that left her ass exposed.
While she dressed, she ran her hands slowly over her own body.
She slid her fingers along her waist, up to her breasts, squeezed lightly.
Imagining Vincenzo’s large hands doing that.
She imagined him calmly unzipping the dress, pulling the fabric down, discovering the lingerie she had chosen only for him — even without knowing if he would see it.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, the reflection showed a woman with flushed cheeks, eyes shining with anticipation, and parted lips. She bit her lower lip and ran her hand down her neck, to her cleavage. The touch sent a shiver straight between her legs.
She left her hair loose for the first time. Applied delicate makeup that highlighted her eyes and mouth. When she finished, she studied her reflection one more time.
Her heart was pounding.
Her lower belly was warm and throbbing.
Vincenzo would pick her up at seven.
On time.
Just as he had promised.
Exactly at 7 p.m., the deep, powerful rumble of an engine echoed down the street.
Sara ran to the door. Her heart nearly jumped out of her throat.
A gleaming black Corvette C8 stopped in front of the house. The driver’s door opened and Vincenzo stepped out.
She couldn’t breathe.
The black suit was perfectly cut to his body. His dress shoes shone under the streetlight. His dark hair was combed back. Elegant. Imposing. Dangerous. And absurdly, obscenely handsome.
He lifted his gaze and saw her standing in the doorway. A small smile appeared on his lips — that discreet smile that made her stomach flip and the heat between her legs intensify.
Vincenzo stopped a few steps away. His eyes traveled over every inch: the dress, the light coat, the loose hair falling over her shoulders, the carefully made-up face. And they lingered on her lips for two extra seconds.
“Good evening, Sara,” his voice came out deeper, rougher than usual. He seemed pleased to see her.
“Good evening, legendary prince…” she answered playfully, her voice a little shaky.
His smile grew. He stepped closer. His scent — warm, masculine, with that hint of danger — filled the entire space between them.
“Your beauty always fascinates me,” he murmured, his eyes still on hers. “You look… irresistible.”
Her cheeks burned. But it wasn’t just embarrassment. It was pure desire.
“I dare say you do too.”
Vincenzo had to restrain himself with only a smile so he wouldn’t kiss her right there. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
He walked her to the car like a true gentleman, opened the door, waited for her to get in carefully. When he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, Sara felt his scent filling the interior of the vehicle. It was as if he was everywhere at once.
During the first few minutes, the silence was charged with electricity. Vincenzo drove with one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearshift. Sara couldn’t stop looking at his hands — large, strong, with prominent veins. She imagined them spreading her thighs. She imagined his fingers inside her.
“Did you like the flowers?” he asked, his voice low.
Sara jumped, startled at being pulled from her thoughts. “What? Oh… the flowers… They’re beautiful.”
Vincenzo laughed when he realized he had caught her overthinking…
“They were chosen especially for you.”
She bit her lip. The way he said it… as if he had truly spent time thinking about her.
“I missed you,” she confessed, before she could hold the words back.
Vincenzo turned his face for a second. His eyes visibly darkened.
“I missed you too. More than I should have.”
Sara swallowed hard, imagining what that meant.
The rest of the drive was silent, but it wasn’t empty. It was full of things left unsaid. Full of heavy breathing. Full of looks that lasted too long.
When they arrived, an attendant came to take the car.
A panoramic elevator took them to the top of the mountain.
On the way up, they stood side by side in the small space.
Vincenzo placed his hand discreetly on her waist, his fingers warm even through the light coat.
The touch burned. Sara felt her nipples harden against the fine lace bra.
The doors opened and she was left speechless.
The restaurant seemed suspended above the world. Glass walls on every side. The city lights spread out below like a sea of golden stars. It was magical.
“Do you like it?” he asked, watching her reaction carefully.
“It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen,” she answered sincerely.
He smiled. He had chosen it thinking of her. And he had gotten it right.
They sat. Ordered wine. Then the food. The conversation flowed naturally, easier than ever, more intimate. But there was something underneath everything. A look that lingered. A brush of hands when passing the glass. A knee grazing the other under the table for a few seconds longer than casual.
At a certain moment, Vincenzo stopped talking and simply watched her. The way she smiled. How she moved her hands when she spoke. How her eyes shone. How her lips moved.
Vincenzo remained still, his dark eyes locked on hers.
She felt her heart race so hard it hurt from the way he was looking at her.
“I’m attracted to you, Sara… since the first time I saw you. But it’s not just attraction. I want you so much it hurts… I want to do so many dirty things to you…”
Sara forgot how to breathe. The heat between her legs became almost unbearable. She pressed her thighs together under the table, feeling her panties already damp.
Vincenzo continued, his voice low, only for her:
“I tried to convince myself it was just curiosity. But it’s not. I’ve never been this romantic with anyone, never bought flowers… or arranged a candlelit dinner, but with you everything feels so natural and I’m loving it.”
Before she could answer, soft music began to play in the background.
Vincenzo extended his hand.
“Want to dance with me?”
Sara let out a nervous laugh, but accepted without thinking twice.
“I don’t dance very well, dear.”
“Doesn’t matter… I just want to be close.”
They walked to the open area of the restaurant. The golden lights of the city shone below them. The starry sky seemed close enough to touch.
Vincenzo held her hand gently and placed the other on her waist, pulling her in close — closer than a normal dance required. She rested her free hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beating hard, fast. Hers was the same.
They began to move slowly to the music.
The skirt of her dress brushed against his legs. Her body was pressed against his enough to feel the heat radiating through the clothes. And then… she felt it.
Something firm, thick, pressing against her abdomen.
He was hard.
Vincenzo didn’t pull away. On the contrary — he pulled her a little closer, letting her feel exactly what she did to him. His hand slid a little lower on her waist, his fingers grazing the upper curve of her ass over the dress. A subtle touch, but one that made her arch slightly against him.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Sara,” he whispered near her ear, his voice rough, almost a growl.
Sara nearly stumbled. Her heart was racing. The heat between her legs throbbed.
“I dreamed about you,” she confessed in a low voice, almost shyly, looking into his eyes. “I dreamed about you on top of me… inside me… I woke up crying and I was wet… Because you weren’t there…”
Vincenzo let out a low, guttural sound and tightened his hand on her waist more firmly. He closed his eyes for a second.
“Fuck, Sara…”
He tilted his head. His forehead rested against hers. Their noses brushed. Their lips were millimeters apart. His breath mixed with hers — warm, uneven. She could feel every breath of his against her mouth.
The world disappeared. Only the two of them existed, his hard body against hers, hearts racing, desire so dense it felt like you could touch it.
He moved his face slightly. His lips brushed hers — not a kiss yet, just a slow, teasing graze that burned like fire.
“If we weren’t here…” he murmured, his voice thick with restrained desire, “I would already have you against the wall. With this skirt pushed up to your waist. Your panties torn. My mouth between your legs until you came screaming my name. Then I’d turn you around and fuck you hard until you couldn’t stand anymore. ”
Sara trembled. Literally trembled against him. The heat between her legs was almost painful now. She was soaked, throbbing, needing him in a way she had never felt in her life.
Vincenzo closed his eyes for a second, visibly fighting his own control.
“But I’m going to do things the right way with you…
” he continued, still with his forehead against hers, his lips brushing hers with every word.
“Because you deserve more than a quick fuck against a wall. You deserve to be worshipped. Slowly. For hours. With my mouth. With my fingers. With my cock. Until you can’t remember anything but my name. ”
He opened his eyes. His gaze was pure controlled fire.
“And I intend to do exactly that. Tonight… Tomorrow. Every time you want me.”
The music ended, but they remained still, intertwined, foreheads touching, breathing each other’s air, bodies pressed together, him still hard against her, her still trembling.
Sara had never felt anything so intense in her life.
And from the look in Vincenzo’s eyes, she knew he hadn’t either.