Page 24 of Vincenzo
I continue to lie in bed with my hands under my cheek and my eyes shut, but there’s a shift in the room. It’s as if?—
“Is that any way to speak to a man that just made you come all over his face?”
My eyes snap open and I shoot up in bed, holding the sheet over my chest. Turning on the lamp, I bring my attention back to the source of the voice at the end of my bed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap.
Vincenzo’s standing at the foot of my bed with his hands in the pockets of his black slacks and a shit-eating grin on his face. “I just came to enjoy the show up close and in person.”
I raise a brow at him and give him a smirk of my own. “It seems you’re a little too late for that.”
“So… you figured out I’ve been spying on you. I’m impressed. I paid good money for the most discreet cameras on the market.”
“It’s time for you to leave, Vincenzo.”
Ignoring me, he twirls his finger in the air and says,“So, what was all of this?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You clearly wanted me to see you and Carlos together, but my question is why?” His tone was playful before, but those words were dark and borderline scary.
“Why would I care about that?”
Vincenzo is quiet for a few moments while staring at me. His eyes penetrate so deep within me I almost look away, but this ismyroom and I’m not going to let this asshole come in here and dominate the situation.
“You know I watched the entire thing, right?”
“I assumed.”
He raises a brow. “The entire five minutes. I know for a fact that fucking meathead can’t make a woman come in that short amount of time.”
“What can I say? He knows what he’s doing with that tongue of his.”
Vincenzo narrows his gaze on me. “I find that incredibly hard to believe.”
I gesture to him with my hand. “You have it on your phone. I’m sure you know how to check the time stamp.”
“You want to know what else I find interesting?” he says, ignoring me again.
“Other than how long it takes Carlos to make me come?Please, I’m dying to know.”
Vincenzo chuckles, and the low sound resonates deep in my core.Fuck, body, do not do this to me right now.
“You didn’t even bother taking off your bra,” he says, nodding at me. I glance down at the thin black material still strapped to my body. “Who just lies there not even playing with their own tits while a dude’s eating them out?”
That’s an annoyingly accurate observation. I do love playing with my tits when a guy goes down on me. I love nipple stimulation so much I went and got my them pierced to make them more sensitive.
“Maybe you’re used to being with women who have to help you get them there, but Carlos has never had that issue.”
Doing what he does best, Vincenzo ignores me again and says, “You also didn’t want the dude talking to you.”
“I like silence,” I say with a shrug.
“No one likes fucking in silence, Amalia.”
“Well,Ido.” Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stand up, taking the sheet with me, and stomp over to Vincenzo. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a shower.”
“The need to wash that meathead off your body is overwhelming, huh?”
I take a deep breath, regaining my composure, and say, “Unless you’re here to talk about port access, it’s time for you to leave.”
