Page 26 of Vincenzo
I don’t want to give into him, but the fact this moment has me more excited than anyone has ever made me, has me begrudgingly submitting to him, intrigued to see what he does next.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and Vincenzo takes a step back, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lay down,” he says, and I reluctantly abide.
“Now, since you decided to put on a show for me, I’m going to do the same for you,” he says.
My brows furrow.
“Take off your bra.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Take off your bra, Amalia.”
“You’re going to have to make me,” I snap.
He raises an amused brow at me. “Oh, that can be arranged.” He steps toward the bed.
You know what, fuck this. “Fine,” I snap. He wants to play, I’ll play. Reaching around, I unsnap my bra, slide it off, and throw it at him.
He catches it effortlessly, and a smile forms on his face before he rolls it up and stuffs it in his suit jacket.
“I like that bra,” I say.
“That makes two of us,” Vincenzo says while removing his jacket and tossing it at the foot of the bed.
He stands at the edge of the bed and looks down at me. It’s a position most would feel insecure in, given the circumstances, but there’s something about the way he’s taking in my naked body that empowers me. That, and I’m not going to back down from this game he’s trying to play.
His gaze lowers to my breasts, and an appreciative smirk tugs at his lips. “Bars, huh?”
I glance down at the straight bars pierced through each of my nipples, then slide my gaze back up to Vincenzo’s. “I like the way they feel.”
“I’m sure you do,” he says, amused, turning his attention to the nightstand. “You have a vibrator, I’m sure?”
“Yes?”
He opens the top drawer of the nightstand as if he knew exactly what he would find in there. Taking out my red bullet, he looks it over. “My favorite color,” he mumbles so low I almost didn’t catch it.
Vincenzo sits on the edge of the bed, causing the mattress to dip in. “What’re you doing?” I ask.
“I told you already,” he says, pinning his gaze on mine.
“This is not you putting on a show for me. This is me putting on a show for you.”
Ignoring me, he takes my vibrator and runs the silicone tip down my neck. It causes a shiver to erupt through me. “What’re you doing?” I ask again.
He chuckles as he slides the toy across my collarbone. “Anyone ever tell you you’re uptight?” He doesn’t wait for meto answer. “Just relax and enjoy what Carlos wasn’t able to give you.”
My mouth falls open to snap back at him, but he takes my breath away when he turns my vibrator on and runs it over my piercings. The tingling sensation on my nipples sends a rush of excitement to my core.Fuck.He must notice it because he chuckles darkly.
“Such a shame you didn’t let Carlos play with these fucking sensational tits of yours. It might’ve helped him make you come.” He pauses, glancing into my eyes, and shrugs. “Then again, it probably wouldn’t have helped. A man who can’t tell when a woman is faking an orgasm will never be the lover a woman needs.”
“Oh, and like you could?”
“No doubt about it, Little Hellion.”
Carlos has never made me come, but it’s annoying Vincenzo knows it.
He changes the setting on my bullet, increasing the strength of the vibration. My back arches off the bed involuntarily as if my nipples are begging to get closer to the toy making them feel better than they’ve felt in… I don’t know how long. But just when I think I’m getting somewhere, Vincenzo lowers the vibrator to my stomach.
