Page 11 of Velvet Chains

It was an exciting thought, even though I was well beyond caring about how I looked. My internal muscles tightened and prepared for orgasm as Vincenzo's thrusts grew more frantic, getting faster and harder as he hammered me against the couch.

"Oh God!" I cried out as my pussy channel gripped Vincenzo's cock, drawing him deep towards my core. Vincenzo emitted a guttural groan and I clutched the couch for support and felt his release. He gave a final thrust, pumping me full of cum in several spurts. Spunk oozed out and ran down between my thighs.

Vincenzo draped himself over my back, trapping beads of sweat between us.

"Fuck," Vincenzo panted. His cheek rested against my spine until his reducing cock began to slide from my soaked pussy. I listened as our breaths slowed. "That was amazing," said Vincenzo as he gave my ass a little spank.

I turned my head when I felt his weight lift. Slowly I stood and made my way to the bathroom. I really needed to pee.

By the time I got back, Vincenzo was checking his phone, waiting for me. By then, the desire has cleared from my eyes and I was now wondering what I had done.

It wasn’t that I regretted it, I just wondered what it meant for the future. He’s right, it was amazing, way better than I expected it to be. But where would we go from here?

Too tired to think about the consequences of my own actions I hopped into bed and snuggled beside Vincenzo, falling asleep almost immediately.

CHAPTER SIX

VINCENZO

It was a beautiful morning, but it wasn’t as beautiful as the woman sleeping peacefully beside me. Though I tried to wrap my head around it, I still couldn’t believe we had slept together the night before.

It had been one of the best nights I have ever had, but I couldn’t stop the whispers of doubt at the back of my mind. Was it really wise to sleep with a woman who was technically my hostage?

I knew that somehow, we had gone past that point, and I couldn’t help but think about the looming consequences of my actions. I knew I was attracted to her from the moment I had set my eyes on her, but I wasn’t expecting to feel this strongly about her.

My room was peaceful, quiet. Nonetheless, I took deep breaths, trying to figure out my next step.

I couldn’t sleep go back to sleep after I had woken up at two in the morning. The thoughts in my head had been running wild, and I couldn’t think of anything else apart from what had happened between Isabelle and I.

I glanced at her. Isabelle who was sleeping peacefully beside me. There was a calmness to her features as she slept; the scowl on her face no longer there. She slept peacefully, but I knew that would probably change when she woke up.

As I was admiring Isabelle, the door to my room suddenly burst open, making her stir. I lifted my head up, alert and ready to attack. But it was just Pietro, the only other person who had access to my room, that walked in, a look of shock and concern. Isabelle was now wide awake and looking around. She was clearly startled by my brother’s ungraceful entrance.

As Pietro walked towards us, he halted abruptly as he noticed that Isabelle was in the bed with me. I couldn’t blame him, I was shocked too. Isabelle, startled and embarrassed, quickly grabbed the sheet to cover herself. She looked mortified and angry at the same time, her face flushed; she was adorable.

“What the hell, Pietro?” I asked, standing up and moving to stand in front of Isabelle, blocking her from view. I knew that she was uncomfortable with my brother in the room so I was trying to do what I could to make her feel better. I already knew that her reaction would be unpredictable when she woke up, and Pietro walking in on her half naked was not going to make things easier.

“What do you want?” I snapped. His expression suddenly changed from that of shock to seriousness, and I knew then that something big must have happened. I could see his eyes flickering with disbelief before he handed me the tablet he was holding.

“You need to see this,” he said, his voice and body language tense. I collected the tablet and began to read a series of sensational headlines that were displayed on the screen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The more I read, the more shocked and confused I was. I was irritated at first that Pietro had to burst into my room, but after reading the headlines on the tablet, I totally understood.

From what I could see, every major tabloid featured photos of Isabelle and I from the wedding. The pictures also showed our heated interactions and the moment I took her away. It showed us walking hand in hand, talking and staring at each other. From an outsider's perspective, it looked very convincing. If I wasn’t the one in the pictures and videos, I might have believed those headlines to be true.

“The Sicilian Prince and the American Writer.”

This was the headline that was the most popular. It featured lots of pictures of us at the wedding looking very much like a couple. I don’t know how they shot it but it looked very convincing. The media was abuzz with speculations about our relationship, branding it as a budding romance.

After I finished reading the articles, I held the tablet and looked at the ceiling. The sudden and unwanted attention was a threat to my carefully maintained secrecy.

I had gotten this far mostly because I stayed low key. A truly powerful mob boss was never in the spotlight, that’s not how it worked. I needed to fix this as soon as possible.

My face was not supposed to be out there, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to be with someone else with rumors of a budding romance. It wasn’t safe, for me or for Isabelle.

By now, Isabelle had looked over my shoulder and gotten the gist of what was happening. I glanced at her and she looked equally worried and anxious. She was tapping her feet nervously on the bed.

“Great,” I ran my hand through my already disheveled hair, glancing at Pietro, who seemed just as upset as I was. I was speechless and confused at the same time, I didn’t really know what my next step should or would be. “This is just what we needed,” I muttered sarcastically.

Pietro was now leaning against the wall, folding his arms against his chest. I glanced at him, giving him a sign to leave. He walked off but not before he said:

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