Page 56 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

I catch my breath, unable to play any further, as her voice washes over me like a soothing balm, healing the wounds of my tormented soul. I no longer feel alone, like I did when my brother and Professor Julian died.

I have her.

"Camela," I murmur, my fingers still hovering above the keys, but unable to play any longer. My music is a shadow in the wake of her light. "Your voice is truly mesmerizing. It's as if you've cast a spell upon me."

She blushes at my praise, casting her gaze downward for a moment before meeting my eyes once more. "Grazie, Vincenzo. When I sing, I feel free, as if nothing can touch me."

"Your voice holds a power all its own," I tell her.

She says nothing. I can't take my eyes off her, watching her chest rising and falling with each breath as she pants from all that singing. Without thinking, I rise from the piano bench and close the distance between us, my hands finding their way to her waist.

Her breath catches in her throat, the very air between us alive with tension as I draw her closer, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

"Vincenzo," she breathes, her voice trembling with the weight of our unspoken desires.

"Shh, don't speak," I murmur, silencing her words with that kiss I’ve wanted to plant on her since she walked down my bannister in her alluring burgundy item and sexy black knee-high boots.

Our lips meet with fervor, as though trying to capture a lifetime of longing in a single moment, clashing against one another. All thought of the world outside fades away, replaced by the all-consuming fire that blazes between us.

The velvet of her dress feels smooth under my hands, but I yearn for a different kind of smooth. My desire drives me to slam shut the grand piano’s hood, the sound reverberating through the room like a thunderclap.

The sudden noise startles Camela and she pulls away and stares at me, eyes wide. “Wh..what are you doing?”

“Living, Camela. For once in our lives, we’re truly living for ourselves.” She understands, not needing any more words, and slams her lips against mine.

I’m famished for her. I’m alive, the object of her desire, and I want to show her it’s all worth it. In one fell swoop, I place my hands around her thighs, just below her ass, and lift her up.

Then, I gently lay her down on the closed grand piano, allowing her body to rest against its polished surface.

As if guided by forces beyond my control, my hands move to the hem of her dress, gripped tightly by a surge of passion. With a sudden burst of strength, I tear the fabric away, revealing her bare skin beneath.

The shreds fall to her sides like a flower opening its petals to the sun’s warmth.

"Vincenzo..." Camela gasps, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shock and excitement.

“Oh, darling," I tease, unable to resist the urge to make light of the situation, "it seems we'll need to add 'dress replacement' to our list of expenses for the night." A wicked smile plays across my lips as I unzip her boots.

“Or we could just stay naked,” she suggests.

Her words hit me right in my cock.

I take in Camela's naked form, my excitement grows at the sight of her supple breasts, free from the confines of a bra. A bra she had never worn in the first place. If only I’d known there was nothing beneath that tight dress…

My eyes trace the gentle curve of her waist and hips; each line of her body is a work of art begging to be admired.

Camela laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears, and bites her lower lip while casting a sultry gaze in my direction. "I thought you'd appreciate the... surprise," she responds, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

She sets my heart racing. “If this is your idea of a surprise, keep them coming," I admit, reaching out to gently caress the smooth skin of her shoulder. As my fingers trail down her arm, I lean forward, my lips meeting the delicate flesh of her breast.

Camela's breath catches in her throat, her fingers tightening their grip on the edge of the piano.

Her breasts are smooth and soft, and taste like the lotion she has on. She smells heavenly. I flick my tongue across her nipple and gently use my fingers to trace patterns around her other.

Camela lets out a soft moan, her body trembling under my touch. I can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. She's always kept tight control on her emotions in the moments we’ve shared, but I can see it in her eyes now - desire, passion, longing. It's intoxicating.

We're both panting now, our combined desires burning hotter than a raging fire. I can see the lust behind her eyes, the hunger that mirrors mine. As I kiss her nipple again, I can feel her body tremble under me.

I kiss a trail down to her belly, and further down until I reach the elastic of her panties.

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