Chapter 14
Anna
Just the sound of the rattle causes butterflies to dance in my belly. Vincenzo opens the door and his eyes meet mine, holding my gaze.
If I thought he was so engrossed in my little red outfit and the expanse of thigh the slit in the dress exposes he’d leave the door unlocked, I was wrong. He may like it, but it’s going to take more than a little bit of leg to knock Vincenzo DeLuca off his game.
He uses his foot to close the door and locks it before bringing the tray to the table by the window. “Come and sit with me, princessa.”
I should play just a little bit hard to get. Keep the enemy somewhat at bay, but the reality is no matter what he’s done, how manipulative and devious his plans were, something changed and at the last moment he decided to save me from a fate that could in all seriousness be worse than death.
A vengeful Gallini is an enemy’s worst fucking dream. I cross the room on my Louboutin heels and am rewarded with an appreciative glance that heats my very core. He takes a hand and guides me into a chair before taking the seat next to me. “Are you hungry, princessa?”
All the anxiety and pent-up energy of the day has probably depleted my calorie supply because while I haven’t done much in the way of activity this afternoon or evening, my stomach does feel decidedly empty tonight. “Actually yes. It smells fabulous. Thank you.”
He looks up with the dome lid in his hand, placing it aside. “You’re welcome.” He puts a plate of salmon, browned potato bits, and roasted Brussel sprouts in front of me. “I hope you like salmon.”
I’m suddenly so hungry that I could eat anything he brought, but this does look and smell absolutely fantastic. “I love it. Any type of seafood actually.”
He nods, standing as a light knock alerts him to someone at the door. My mind automatically stores it for a time when I may need the information.
Nicolo comes and goes, and I’ve heard other male’s voices coming and going.
And when Nicolo left the other day, I saw the guard by the elevator before he closed the door.
So at least one male is outside of that door even when Vincenzo is not around.
At least that’s what I have to assume if I’m planning an escape.
And I am.
No matter what I thought before, or that Vincenzo is willing to buy me. No matter what Vincenzo does, helping me is only going to put him and his family into the line of fire with the Gallinis.
Massimo was right all along. I need to run, and get underground before Bastian Gallini, or his cousins or soldiers find me. I should have done it a long time ago. This entire mess is my fault and now a lot of innocent people are going to pay if I don’t make their part in it all go away.
Vincenzo may think he can buy me, and I appreciate that like hell, but he doesn’t know the Gallinis like I do. No one knows what sadistic pricks the male Gallinis can be, but I do. I’m not staying around long enough to see if I’m right.
The minute I get out of here, I need to get word to Massimo.
He’s got friends in places all over. He may not run the docks in this city, but he sure as hell has at least a few men infiltrated or working undercover around the clock.
Someone on his payroll will get me out of here once he knows where I am.
I’m positive of it. In fact, I’d bet my life on it and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
“Anna.”
My head raises, meeting his eyes. “Sorry, did you say something? I was lost in thought.”
His eyebrow arches, and he points a silver fork toward my plate. “You’re hungry but haven’t touched a bite of your food. Perhaps you need a little help?”
My cheeks heat. “I certainly do not need any help. I was just thinking about a few things. That’s all.”
He stands up and bends, placing his arm behind my back while sliding a hand and then arm beneath my knees. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
His dark eyes meet mine when I don’t do it right away. It’s not a question, but a command. He’s buying me and it does align perfectly with my plan.
Maybe it’s a good thing food is the last thing on his mind. My traitorous body probably won’t deny him a thing, especially after he touches me in just the right places. My hands slide around his neck and his eyes shine with obvious approval.
Vincenzo surprises me though, taking my seat and settling me into his lap instead of carrying me to bed. “If you’re unable to eat on your own, I’ll be feeding you myself from now on.”
My arms leave his neck and settle on his chest in an attempt to slip from his lap but his grip around my waist is firm. “I can feed myself, Vincenzo DeLuca!”
His hand slides around my nape, and his lips feel warm against my ear. “Sit, princessa. Let me feed you.”
I close my eyes, silently cursing the feel of my nipples hardening, straining against the flimsy material of the dress intended to get the best of him.
Damn him for always turning the tables and this attraction that won’t let go.
“Fine,” I huff. As if I have a choice while glued to the dark devil’s lap.
He smirks. “Relax. You may find that you enjoy the experience, princessa.”
I roll my eyes.
Vincenzo uses his finger to pick up a small bit of salmon, bringing it to my lips.
“Taste. It was freshly caught, and I used fresh herbs. It makes all the difference. And the next time you roll your eyes at me, you’re going to find your bared ass lying across my lap while I give you the spanking you deserve. ”
My mouth drops open, but he immediately fills it with another piece of fish. Fine, no eye rolling. The dark devil clearly has an issue with that. I chew the succulent fish and have to admit the morsel is cooked to a delicious perfection. “Lemon, oregano, and garlic?” I ask after swallowing.
“You have a good pallet.” His finger grazes my lip as he brings me another bite. I open my mouth, cheeks heating as my center gets wet. My eyes close, hoping to ward off a wet spot on his pants, but if he’s bothered by my heat it doesn’t seem to faze him in the least.
“So good.” At this point I’m not really sure if I’m talking about the delicacy of the fish he’s cooked for me, or the fact that he’s feeding me from his massive hands, or that my core is building with desire.
“Tell me, princessa, do you like sitting on my lap with a wet pussy and hard little nipples, because I like it very much.”
I swallow through the bubbling emotion, the butterflies mixed with a small amount of angst, but mostly that rapidly growing desire he knows exactly how to tame.
No matter how much I want to deny it, or get the best of him, letting Vincenzo take the lead, getting the best of me, making me weak with desire is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt or done.
Vincenzo DeLuca, no matter what his original intentions, saved me and I decide right now and then to enjoy every experience he wants to give.
At least for a while. Except maybe the spanking.
I’ll do anything and everything possible to avoid that because I’ve seen his playroom and every one of those paddles hanging on that wall. “I love it.”
His eyebrow arches trying to keep that cool, calm facade that the DeLucas are known for, but I see the flicker in his eyes, the flash of desire and surprise that the dark devil tries to keep to himself.
He picks up a piece of potato and brings it to my mouth.
I slowly enjoy the taste of the potato before he caresses my lip with this finger. “Suck, princessa.”
My pussy leaks. I close my eyes with embarrassment, sucking on his finger seductively until the need to see his eyes and face become more important than the shame of the wet spot I’ve no doubt left all over my dress and his pants.
It’s worth every bit to see the haze of his eyes, glazed over with the same passion I saw last evening and well into the night.
I’ve been captured by the devil and plan to dance in his bed. Without one bit of restraint or need to convince me, or anything of the sort. I am a complete and utterly willing partner in coupling with the enemy when I should be using his desire to my advantage.
Instead, I’m sitting on his lap with a wet pussy while his hard cock throbs with the desire so close to sinking into my heat. And I want him to succeed, claim me in the dirtiest of ways, and I’m fully aware that makes me sound completely insane.
Still, it doesn’t change what I want at all.