Page 68 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

"Camela," I say softly, reaching out to gently touch her arm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made such a big deal about the waistcoat. It's not important."

Her gaze flickers to mine, surprised. "Vincenzo..."

"No, really, anyway. What matters more is that you're here, with me. We'll face whatever challenges come our way together. Please, trust me when I say there’s no place safer for me than here," I sweep my arms in a wide circle, to show that I mean my compound.

She looks doubtful.

“I have my men stationed everywhere, security the Israeli army would be jealous of. When I leave these walls, a convoy of the world’s best trained fighters surround my vehicle. Please, do not worry yourself so for my safety.”

A slow smile spreads across her face, and she nods. “You’re right,” she looks at the armed men around the boundary walls.

“I know I’m right,” I tell her, puffing up my chest in an exaggerated motion.

It gets a laugh out of her.

“Now,” I tell her, taking her by surprise as I place my hands below her knees and behind her neck and lift her into my arms. “We’re going to make sure tonight ends on a damn perfect note.”

I carry a giggling Camela up to my room and kick open the door. The dim glow of the city’s lights filters through the curtains, casting a soft light over the room as we step inside. With every step I take, the desire to feel Camela grows stronger.

“Camela,” I whisper, as I set her down on her feet. “Remind me? Did I tell you how ravishing you’ looked tonight?”

She looks up at me with wide eyes, like she doesn’t buy the compliment. I inch closer, and place my hands around her corseted waist. “Truly,” I whisper in her ear, ending it with a little nibble. “A woman from an era bygone. So beautiful,” I pull off a hand from her waist, and tuck back a strand of her hair.

She gets on her toes and presses her lips against mine, silencing any further words that threatened to spill out. The taste of her lips, soft and warm, sends a pleasant shiver down my spine as I wrap my arms around her.

In that moment, the entire day melts away, to make this moment the only moment which truly matters.

Our bodies meld together, fitting perfectly like two halves of one rock. I suck her lower lip like a man seeking vengeance for being denied this kiss too long. She returns the intensity, her hands gripping my shirt as if she fears letting go would mean losing me forever.

Then, I reach down and squeeze her thigh below her ass. She understands and steps back. I lift her over my shoulder and carry her to the bed, laying her down.

I gently position myself over her, and take one hand to slide it through the flat strings tying her skirt closed. It doesn’t budge. I lower myself and pull the string off with my teeth.

The skirt loosens and she looks at me with heated desire in her eyes, her chest rising and falling through that corset.

I discard the skirt to the floor, leaving her in nothing but delicate lingerie that accentuates every curve of her hips.

She sits up and reaches for the clasps of her corset, but I stop her with a gentle touch.

"Leave it on," I tell her, my eyes locked on her beautiful face. Slowly, they trace down to where they curve around her breasts, which spill out over the edges, giving her a glorious form that belongs in a piece of art. "You look absolutely stunning in it."

A blush creeps across her cheeks, but she doesn't argue, her fingers intertwining with mine instead. I lift them to my lips, and kiss them gently, before placing them back by her side.

The moonlight pours through the window, casting a silvery glow on Camela's skin as I slowly reach for the elastic of her panties. I twist my fingers through it, tugging the panties against her skin and she moans, lifting her hips.

I smile and slowly remove her panties, revealing the full extent of her beauty. There’s a trail of goosebumps at every spot my fingers touched.

"Vincenzo," she whispers, her voice soft and inviting. "Please... touch me."

Her plea sends a jolt of desire through me. I part her thighs roughly and hear her breath hitch in her throat. I position my head between her thighs and flick my tongue through her pussy.

Then, I begin to lap at her, a consuming hunger growing in me. My hands grip her hips, pulling her softness deeper into my mouth to reach as much of her as I can.

Camela moans loudly, her hands coming to my head to hold on as I lap at her pussy, her hips bucking against my mouth. I can feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness that speaks to how aroused she is, and I feel god damn proud.

“You’re mine,” I say, pulling my mouth away and slamming a finger in her. Her torso jumps off the bed, before falling back down. I grin and curve my finger, slamming at her clit from inside her.

She moans and closes her eyes, her hands clutching the sheets, as I take my tongue down on her clit.

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