Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ISABELLE
T he night was heavy with a silence that amplified every creak and whisper of the old estate. I lay in bed, unable to find solace in sleep. My mind replayed the events of the day - the attack, the violence, Vincenzo's desperate act to save me. The memory of the gunshot echoed in my mind, and I could still feel the cold terror that gripped my heart.
The room felt suffocating, so I decided to get up, hoping that a change of scenery might bring me some much-needed peace. I wandered through the dimly lit hallways, my footsteps soft on the polished floors. The mansion was eerily quiet, the shadows long and ghostly in the flickering light of the wall sconces.
As I approached the library, I noticed a faint glow under the door, and I pushed it open quietly. Inside, the library was the faint smell of old books mingled with the scent of whisky. Vincenzo stood by the window, a glass in his hand, staring out into the night.
The lamps outside cast long, soft shadows across his troubled face, highlighting the tension etched into his features. I hesitated for a moment, watching him. He looked so alone, so burdened by the weight of his world.
"Couldn't sleep either?" he asked, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence. He didn't turn to look at me, but I could sense the weariness in his posture.
I shook my head, moving to sit down on a sofa across from where he was standing. The leather was cool against my skin, and I curled up, drawing my legs beneath me. "No," I replied softly.
The silence stretched between us. Vincenzo finally turned, his eyes meeting mine. "I'm sorry for what you saw," he said quietly, the words heavy with regret. "I never wanted you to see that side of me."
My heart ached at the pain in his voice. I looked at him, seeing the vulnerability he rarely showed. "I know you didn't," I replied, my voice gentle but firm. "But it's part of who you are, isn't it?"
Vincenzo nodded, the admission weighing on him. "It is. But that's not all I am."
I looked at Vincenzo, my heart aching for the pain I saw in his eyes. "Then show me the rest," I said gently, my touch a lifeline between our worlds.
Vincenzo sat down beside me, and for a moment, we simply held each other's gaze. Then, slowly, he began to open up about his past.
"I grew up in a world of violence," he said, his voice low and rough. "My father was a cruel man, and I saw things no child should ever see."
I listened intently, my heart aching for the pain he'd endured. "I’m sorry… Did you have anyone you could trust?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Vincenzo's eyes flashed with anger, but then softened. "My mother," he said. "She was the only one who showed me love and kindness. I vowed to protect her, to keep her safe from my father's wrath."
I nodded, understanding. "And now you're trying to protect me," I said, my voice filled with emotion.
Vincenzo nodded, his jaw clenched. "I won't let anyone hurt you, Isabelle. I promise."
I believed him, and my heart swelled with love and admiration for this complex, wounded man.
"What about your brother?" I asked, curious.
Vincenzo's expression turned bitter. "He, like me, is a product of our father's making," he said. " I hope he can find a way out, like I did."
I took his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin. "You're not like your father, Vincenzo," I said, my voice firm.
Vincenzo looked at me, his eyes searching. "I hope so," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Vincenzo pulled me into a desperate kiss. I responded instantly, our emotions pouring out in the embrace. The kiss deepened, a raw and primal connection reigniting between us.
He urged me backwards again, until my shoulders were pressed against the wall. He then looked at me, his eyes scanning my body, from my bare feet to my hips. He kept staring, and I felt like he could see into my soul. The rise and fall of my breasts got more pronounced as my breathing got heavier. I was turned on just by his gaze. I knew I had to have him right then and there, before I went crazy
"Vincenzo, " I began, my voice softer now. I wanted him. Badly. I looked up, finally meeting his eyes.
He was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak. I sighed, my lips parting, and relaxed my body, yielding to him. Vincenzo smiled. He grabbed my waist and kissed me, grinding his hips into mine. He pulled my shirt loose from my waistband and caressed my stomach, my back, my ribs... He kissed my neck and my chest. The feel of his hands, hot on my body, drove me crazy. My skin felt hypersensitive, every touch sent waves of pleasure through my body.
In a heartbeat, Vincenzo hoisted me up onto his desk. He pulled my nightgown up over my breasts and took them in his hands. He sucked on my nipples and squeezed my breasts, kissing my ribs and stomach until he was on his knees before me. I looked down at him, my eyes glazed with lust. He stroked me and squeezed and kissed his way up my legs. He bit my inner thighs, making me gasp. He slid my plain, black panties. He slid them down to my ankles.
He let out a soft groan, his eyes filled with lust. I looked at him expectantly, my hair falling loose over my face. He kissed my inner thighs again, eliciting soft gasps from my lips. He brought his hand up to my thigh and slid his thumb over my slit, spreading the outer labia. He looked up at me as he brought his tongue to my pussy, licking, then softly sucking my clit.
"Oh, fuck." I sighed, I tangled my hand into his hair, pulling him as close as I could.
He took his time warming me up, gently and slowly licking me and sucking on my folds. As my breathing sped up he focused more on my clit, applying more speed and pressure with his tongue. He slid one finger inside me, then two.
“Fuck,” I moaned under my breath.
I felt so hot and wet. He began to slowly fuck me with his hand as he licked me. I looked down at him, my eyes wide, my moist lips panting and open. I could feel my orgasm building. My body and face were hot with anticipation.
"Oh, fuck!" I moaned again. A wave of pleasure soon washed over me and stars filled my eyes. My body was tense and my eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm washed over me. My hand gripped Vincenzo's hair tightly enough to sting.
He held my thighs and finally brought his face away from my pussy as he felt my breathing slow and the last few shudders run through my body. He stood up and faced me again. I sat there on the bedside table, glazed with sweat.
I grabbed him and kissed his lips, his face, enjoying the taste of his skin. He buried his face in my neck again, kissing and sucking on me. I looked at him as he moved downwards to kiss my breasts again. He pulled me off the desk, turning me around, so my hips were pushed up against it. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans between my butt cheeks as he pressed himself against me, kissing me back. I pushed my back into him.
"I want you." I pleaded.
“Say please,” Vincenzo said, in a firm tone.
“Please,” I begged, my voice soaked in lust.
He pressed the head of his cock to my pussy lips and I pushed back against him eagerly. He rubbed the tip at my entrance then he slowly pushed himself into me. I gasped and pushed back, taking as much of him in as I could.
He teased me with long slow strokes, knowing I wanted to get fucked hard. Bent over the desk, I was lost to my own pleasure and desire. As I reveled in the feeling of having Vincenzo’s cock inside of me, I realized how badly I had wanted him. An animal attraction, just raw chemistry.
Then he began to fuck me hard and deep, slamming my hips hard into the desk with each thrust.
I was gasping, "Oh God…"
“Take the Lord’s name out of your mouth while I fuck you senseless, baby girl.” Vincenzo groaned, still thrusting.
He grabbed my waist with one hand, hard. The other hand he wrapped around my throat and squeezed. My breath came out hard and ragged.
"Oh, fuck... Vincenzo."
I came so hard I saw stars.
He fucked me hard until he came too, his cock pressed as deep into me as he could get it, filling my pussy with his cum.
I panted as he slid his cock out of me, both of us slick with juices and cum.
I could get used to this, indeed.