Page 9 of Velvet Chains

“Liar,” he said, “if you hate me, tell me to stop.”

I couldn’t find words as he moved closer until he stood with his lips a breath away from mine. I honestly didn’t want to stop him, so I remained silent as I stare up at him, using every last drop of pride and defiance I had left for the sake of resisting his impossible allure.

And then, he kissed me. It was an explosive kiss; it was everything I imagined it to be, it was urgent with a hint of gentleness. As our tongues battled against each other, I let him take control and I loved it. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both panting and out of breath. Our eyes were locked in a heated embrace as we caught our breaths.

“You don’t get to leave, Isabelle, not until I say so,” Vincenzo said, his voice rough with desire.

“I hate you,” I knew that when I said that, my voice came out in a whisper and I didn’t sound convincing at all.

“Keep telling yourself that,” We were so close to each other; forehead to forehead, breathing in each other’s air. He turned his head to whisper in my ear, “but we both know the truth.”

In a split second, he lifted me up and carried me towards the bed. I didn’t struggle, instead I put my arms around his powerful shoulders, clutching them. There was an unspoken agreement between us at that moment; we knew we both wanted each other. For desire’s sake, we were going to put our conflicts aside that night, but I wasn’t sure how things would be the next day.

It was clear that what was about to happen next would change everything between us, but at that moment I didn’t care. I wanted this, I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that I could hardly think of anything else.

"How much do you hate me?" Vincenzo teased, tonguing my earlobe then attacking my mouth. I felt his tongue search my mouth and accepted his intrusion, sucking on the textured probe and clutching his shoulders for balance.

When Vincenzo drew back, my lips were wet. I took a deep breath.

“Fuck you,” is all I could manage to say after he stole my breath with a kiss.

“Mhm…” He breathed on my skin as his large hands moved to my breast, feeling them through my dress. His touch was firm and yet tender, he took his time. “On it.”

I felt restless as he kneaded my breast. I wanted more, I wanted him now. I could feel the small pool of wetness between my legs growing bigger. I wanted him so badly.

"How long have you been waiting to do that?" I asked, curious. I wanted to know if he felt the same way I felt. I wanted to know if he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

"Since the moment I saw you steal my bag at the airport," he said, nibbling on her ear. His voice was deep with desire and it made me shiver.

“I didn’t steal your bag, you know that.”

“But you did,” Vincenzo said, placing a finger on my lips, “It doesn’t matter now, it’s not the time for that.”

His hands fell from my peaked nipples and cupped my butt cheeks under my dress, pulling my pubic bone against his straining erection. He began to grind his cock against me while his hands massaged my bare ass. I was straddling him and it felt amazing. My shoes were on the floor in different directions of the room. I didn’t even know when I took them off, and I didn’t care.

"I want you now," I murmured, feeling delicious and slippery between my naked thighs. My desire for him was growing and every minute he delayed it was the most delicious kind of torture.

Vincenzo released one buttock and found my clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as he brushed back and forth against it. He continued in a steady motion, and I continued to grind against his thumb, matching his rhythm. The pleasure waves his thumb was producing were taking me to places where no one had ever got me before.

"Are you going to continue to tease me like this?" I asked in between quickened breaths. I then watched Vincenzo unbuckle his thick, black belt. It was like he was intentionally taking his time.

"Undo my pants," He instructed as he kept up his steady rhythm with my clit. I moved my hands down, unbuttoned and then unzipped him. I slid my hand down the front of his silky black boxers and gripped his hard, humid shaft. I almost gasped at the length, but I kept my cool. I couldn’t believe that was going to be inside me in a few moments.

"Ahh," breathed Vincenzo, as I pulled it free of his clothes. "That's much better."

Vincenzo pulled me till I was sandwiched between his hard, thrusting cock and his possessive hands. I widened my stance and bit my lip. I willed him to push it up inside me to release me from the building internal tension.

I was so aroused now, I could imagine us doing it right there with my dress yanked up and Vincenzo’s pants around his knees. Every second felt endless to me, I wanted him inside me.

Vincenzo released me, grinned and lifted my skirt revealing my smooth pussy that was already pulsing in anticipation. He directed his cock between my legs then took my hips and rocked back and forth. I could feel my thick juice as it coated his shaft.

"You must have wanted me badly, huh?" he teased.

I gripped Vincenzo’s tight biceps as his cock dragged back and forth along the flesh around my opening. I gasped as, without breaking his rhythm, Vincenzo dipped his head and licked a wet line across one of my already hard nipples. Then he lathered it with his firm tongue and sucked it inside his mouth.

Just when I thought I could take no more, Vincenzo bent down and grabbed the back of my knee and pulled my leg tight round his hip. I leant against him for balance while he wrapped one arm around my back and nudged at my slippery entrance with his erection.

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