Page 82 of The Don's Deadly Assassin

“Your name? I heard the assassin at The Forum say it. I quite like it… huntress.”

I blush the way he says it, almost reverently.

“You should know, Camela,” he brings his mouth to my ears. “I’ll hunt down anyone who ever tries to hurt you.”

His breath tickles my skin, and I jerk involuntarily, turned on against all odds. Slowly, he brings his hand to my chin, and turns my face to his. He picks me up, placing me on his lap, my ass nestling against his crotch.

Vincenzo's hands grip my waist, my neck now turned to face him. I can’t hold back any further, and I smash my lips against his, every cell in my body hungry for him.

He moans, losing no time in making his intentions clear, and I part my lips, his tongue entering through to battle mine. My body feels alive with a heat that’s so delicious, it should be dangerous, if not banned. I find myself torn between wanting more, and wanting it all. For more, he needs to leave the place he’s touched me at. For all, he needs more hands.

It’s an impossible conundrum, but my spine arches as his fingers find the hem of my shirt, and grip the edges, his knuckles grazing the edges of the bare skin on my lower back. I readjust in his lap, cradling my legs around either side of his waist, the bulge from his trousers pressing into me through my jeans.

A lake of desire pools within me, and does through him too, because his breath hitches, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Vincenzo's eyes darken, and his grip on my shirt tightens, his fingers dancing slowly along the hem, teasing and toying with me. And then, in one swift go, he rips off my shirt with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

My arms are still wrapped around his neck, my shirt resting just above my bra. He pulls me closer towards him, one hand on my lower back, the other fondling my breast.

A ticklish pleasure seeps through my core and I breathe rapidly, removing my arms from his neck to strip off the shirt and throw it aside.

He looks up at me with a devilish grin, before reaching behind me and unclasping my bra with just a finger and thumb. He grabs the straps, sliding it down my arms, my wrists, off my hands, before flinging it aside. My breasts now free against his chest, he circles his thumb around my erect nipple and pinches, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

I'm naked from the waist up and he's still fully clothed. He bends down and puckers his lips around a nipple, and I moan and throw back my head, my fingers deftly reaching for the buttons of his shirt.

I manage to unbutton just three before he bites into my nipple, causing such sweet pain that in a move of desperation for more, I rip off the rest of the buttons. They clink as they fall against the floor and he pulls away, looking amused.

While he turns his arms back to remove the shirt off his arms, I clench my legs tighter around his waist and unbuckle his belt. I’m about to throw it, when he stops me, taking it in his hand.

“We might need that… later.” He throws it on the bed. I tug on the button of his trousers, urging him to continue. He smirks, unzipping his trousers and revealing his bulging erection through the zip. My eyes widen in desire. Then, he stands, lifting me off the ground as he lifts himself, my legs still wrapped around him.

He walks us to the wall, and pushes me up against it, heightening the pleasure coursing through my veins. I gasp as the cold surface presses against my back, the contrast only serving to intensify the sensations caused by Vincenzo's touch as he teases me by proceeding to thrust against my jeans.

“Oh, Vincenzo,” I moan, throwing my head back, my legs aching for more. “Please, I need more.”

“Do you, sweetheart?” he grins, still dry-humping me. He takes one jiggling breast in his mouth, sucking down hard on it, while thrusting his cock against me. My hands clutch his shoulders, desperately trying to pull him closer, like the barrier of clothing doesn’t exist.

The fire in my body is rapidly spreading, and I can no longer contain my yearning. I need him, desperately, and the anticipation is unbearable.

“Vincenzo, please,” I beg, as his free hand wanders, exploring every inch of my body while the other holds our weight against the wall. He clutches at the softness of my waist, my breast still in his mouth and my jaw and throat clench from not getting what I want, what I need. “Take me to the bed, now.”

“Oh yeah?” he asks, thrusting his hips into me, his cock pressing my panties under my jeans into my wet pussy. I’m already soaked, and I think he feels it, for his eyes widen at the sensation as it soaks through the thick denim.

“Believe me now?” I moan, biting my lower lip and closing my eyes.

"Take you to the bed?" he muses, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

His words send a shiver down my spine, the desire coursing through me like wildfire. I can feel the control slipping away, the need for him becoming too great to bear.

"Yes, Vincenzo," I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. "Take me. Please."

The next thing I know, he’s lifting me from the wall and carrying me to the bed, his grip firm beneath my ass. I let go of his neck as he drops me on the bed, the grip of my legs around his waist still so strong, that he tumbles over me.

He balances himself on both hands, and playfully nips at my cleavage before I unwrap my legs. “You like it rough, huh?” he muses, as he quickly unzips my jeans and rips them off with my panties in tow, before removing his own trousers and boxers.

“Tonight,” I whisper, the thrill of knowing I’ll soon have him the way I want, “I need raunchy, dirty, enough to make me feel alive and feel things I’ve never felt before.”

It’s all exciting, this new way of living. But, he leans over me for a second, staring right into me, his cock dangling over my slightly parted legs. “You sure, Camela?” he asks, with concern.

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