Page 56 of Unforgivable Ties

“Alone?” His icy blue eyes flickered with vague curiosity, his thin lips curving upward into a smile that seemed more predatory than friendly.

“Never for long,” Vincenzo came up from beside me and wrapped his arms around me before planting a kiss on my temple. “Hey, babe.”

Babe.Even though they were fake, I loved hearing the words come out of his mouth. I wanted him to call me that every day, to whisper it in my ear at night.

Preston’s smile faltered as he glanced at Vincenzo, his icy gaze turning frostier.

“Steph forgot her phone in the car,” he said to Preston. “So, if you’ll excuse us.” Vincenzo motioned for him to move out of the way.

“Why you,” Preston said, a sneer growing on his face. “You’re a piece of work. I don’t know what you plan on doing with Stephanie, but you need to stay away from her.”

“And who’s going to make me?” he asked.

He faced me and ran his thumb along my lower lip, and I knew what he was silently asking for. I didn’t even think about it. I stood on my tiptoes to meet Vincenzo halfway.

He leaned down and crashed his lips against mine. I thought it would be a gentle kiss, something to show off in front of Preston as a “fuck you.” But Vincenzo laced his fingers into my hair and held me fiercely to him, leaving no room for pretense or gentility. His kiss was as fierce as a storm, demanding and possessive, with an urgency I hadn’t anticipated.

When he finally broke away, I gasped for air, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. He had a dark look in his eyes, making him appear as if he could devour me whole.

Preston was nowhere to be found. With the elevator unblocked, I pressed the up button, trying to calm the pounding in my chest.

The tension between us was impossible to ignore. It felt like a firecracker about to explode in the middle of the silent, brightly lit lobby.

Vincenzo didn’t speak as we waited for the elevator. He just stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, glancing at me every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

As soon as the elevator doors slid shut behind us, we were all over each other. Vincenzo pinned me against the wall of the elevator, his hands gripping my waist as he kissed me again with a desperate hunger. I matched his fervor, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his long, dark hair.

He pressed his hardness into me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding into it. His lips left mine to travel down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers of desire down my spine. I arched my back, pressing myself against him, cursing the clothing between us.

Vincenzo took my jacket off in one swift motion, tossing it aside without paying any heed to where it landed. His hands moved up to grip my shoulders, his fingers burning through the thin fabric of my blouse as he ripped it open, sending buttons flying every which way. Vincenzo’s mouth found mine again, swallowing my gasp of surprise and turning it into a moan of raw, unfiltered pleasure. His hands roved over my bare skin, leaving a trail of blazing heat in their wake.

The elevator dinged, and we reluctantly tore ourselves away from each other.

“Bedroom,” Vincenzo said, picking my jacket off the elevator floor before tapping the keycard to let us into the penthouse.

He picked me up again, and we stripped clothes off each other on the walk there, unable to wait until we reached the bedroom. My hands found the buttons on his shirt, undoing them hurriedly and pushing the fabric off his shoulders. He held me up with one arm as he undid my bra with the other, his hands rough and experienced as they worked. I whimpered in anticipation as he effortlessly slipped it off my shoulders, dropping it carelessly to the floor.

I fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to finally see and touch the object that had been consuming my fantasies. My hand slid down his underwear, and I gasped at the size of it.

“Fuck,” Vincenzo muttered, leaning against the wall. “If you’re not careful, we’re not going to make it to the bedroom.”

I gave his dick a small squeeze in response, running my hand from the base to the tip. He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as he thrust into my hand. His reaction egged me on, and I continued to stroke him gently.

With a growl, Vincenzo straightened up and pulled away from the wall, carrying me with an alarming speed towards the bedroom. He tossed me on the bed and wasted no time pulling my pants off, tugging them down over my hips and past my knees. His eyes darkened with an insatiable hunger as he appraised me, lying there half-naked and inviting. My heart pounded in my chest, a drumbeat to match the fervor of our encounter.

He dropped his pants, kicking them to the side of the room before climbing on top of me, his massive frame covering my body. His lips found mine again and his hands traced my bare breasts, his touch feather-light yet searing. The room sparked with the electricity between us, every nerve ending in my body singing to his contact. I moaned against his mouth, a sweet symphony of pleasure and want, as his hands made their way further down my body.

His mouth followed the path of his hands, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down my neck, across my chest, and onto my stomach. I arched my back into him, desperate for more contact as his mouth grazed lower and lower. My breath hitched as his lips brushed against the edge of my soaked panties, teasing me through the thin fabric.

I whispered his name, and he responded with a low growl that vibrated deep in his chest.

“Be patient,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a seductive purr.

I didn’t want to be patient. I had waited for him for months, physically aching at times, and I finally had him in front of me. Right now, I wanted him to shove his cock inside of me and fuck me until the only word I knew was his name.

He peeled off my panties and tossed them aside, his gaze lingering on the revealed flesh. He paused for a moment, as if to memorize the sight before him. Then, without warning, he dove in, his tongue tracing the most sensitive spot in my center. I gasped, my fingers tangling in his long hair as waves of pleasure shot through me.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered.

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