Chapter 8
Anna
The minute you find an opponent’s weakness you optimize it, exploit it, use it to your best advantage and that’s exactly what I plan to do. After a run in place for an hour and some exercises on the floor, and the day whiling away, I hit the shower.
Every one of these lovely scented soaps, lotions, perfumes, sexy dresses and high heels left in my room are going to be put to very good use. I take my time in the shower, shaving my skin perfectly smooth and conditioning my hair so that it will shine.
The towel from the warmer heats the cashmere, making the material feel heavenly as I brush it against my skin, drying the remaining drops of moisture. Vincenzo’s fate runs through my mind as I lather a vanilla scented lotion onto my legs, belly, and arms.
This attraction between us, it’s my best way to get him to drop his defenses and make a mistake, but if this is going to work my body is going to have to stop giving me away because even thinking about what I plan has caused my nipples to harden.
Damn that sexy man to hell…
I’m going to need to get him to relax, let his guard down, trust me enough to allow me out of this room. Perhaps let me into his bedroom. Only then will I be able to get a true understanding of the logistics involved in getting to the front door and out of this penthouse prison.
If he had just left his original staff in place.
The first woman who came in to help, I could have persuaded her to feel sorry for me, look the other way or even overpowered her if needed.
But Vincenzo delivering my meals personally means he’s the one standing between me and the door that leads downstairs to the street and out to sea.
And physically, I already know I’m no match for that wall of muscle. Except in one way.
I slip into a robe while the moisturizer seeps into my skin, then blow dry and brush my hair to a high gloss before picking out one of the sexy little negligees from the closet.
I spin in the mirror admiring how the short pale pink silk floats over the top of my thighs and shows the lines of the matching little G-string through the almost transparent material.
Vincenzo DeLuca, you don’t know who you’re messing with. I am going to make you squirm like you’ve never imagined.
The sudden rattle of the door startles me as it flies open without even a warning rap.
Vincenzo walks in dressed in a black suit.
His dark eyes sear me with their intensity as he closes it behind him.
His hooded gaze wanders down my length, causing my already pebbled nipples to strain against the thinness of the material that feels like no covering at all.
His gaze feels electric. My skin heats and wetness gathers in my center. This is slowly taking a turn south. I need to get a handle on the situation or he’s going to get the upper hand in this power game we play.
His eyes rake me in, and his nostrils flare as he takes a step closer.
I inhale a deep breath and take a step backward, and then another as he advances, using the wall to help keep me upright while trying to keep my breathing regular although my heart is racing a million miles a minute.
He’s going to close the remaining distance. I see it in his eyes and when he does, I’m going to take control of the situation. I have a plan and I’m ready…
My head tilts slightly. He perceives it as a sign of submission and takes another step closer. I run the tip of my tongue over my lower lip, and he closes the distance – the last inch. His hands go to either side, caging me to the wall just like I thought he would.
My blood races hot as he leans down and his warm breath caresses my ear. “You dressed up for me so pretty. Tell me what you want, princessa?”
Everything south clenches with need but it’s now or never.
I can’t let him control this situation with that smooth-talking tongue of his, even if every neuron of my body wants me to let him take the reins, take control, and to heights he took me at the club while his tongue caressed the most intimate parts of my body.
Take control, Anna.
My hand slides against his cock.
Hard as stone.
His dark eyes meet mine as I caress him through the Armani suit pants. The moment his cock throbs, I have him. I’m in control and not the other way around. I know it, he knows it.
I stroke with more intent, watching as his eyes haze with pure unadulterated lust.
Vincenzo places a hand at the back of my nape cradling it in his hands, leaning into me, but not pressing against me as his other hand strokes down my breast, caressing the tip through the sheer pink nighty and causing everything south to drip with need.
My eyes close, willing my body to not be so traitorous and transparent and for my mind to get a handle on the rolling emotions, and not to let him get the upper hand. But the way his fingers caress my nipples and his warm breath caresses my ear… damn this man.
Vincenzo runs his hand down the swell of my breast, over the indent of my waist and the curve of my hip. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, princessa. Tell me what you want,” he says, splaying his hand to hold me in place while running a thumb over my pulsing mound.
A moan almost escapes my lips. I manage to keep it contained but just barely. My breathing comes rapid as he teases, caresses, and touches me where I should not even let his hands be but I am determined to get the upper hand, to make him want me more than I want him.
To trap him in my web…
But my dark-haired captor has plans of his own. His finger slips beneath my nighty, touching the lace, then he slides the wisp of material away and strokes my bare pussy.
I gasp, pressing my head back onto the wall, but that only gives him greater access to my exposed neck.
He takes full advantage, caressing the sensitive area right below my ear, grazing my neck with his warm lips, kissing the delicate flesh while stroking through the wetness over that little nub, driving me insane until his name slips from between my lips on a tortured breath. “Vincenzo.”
“You belong to me now, princessa.”