Page 43 of Vincenzo
“Oh, yeah, having my brother walk in on me with my dick hanging out wasperfectly fine.”
That draws a full-blown laugh out of me. “Now that’s an image I would’ve loved to see.”
He watches me while my laugh tapers away. “I’m still waiting,” he says, and I roll my eyes.What’s a pair of panties when he already has one of my bras.
Doing as he asked, I lift my skirt until I’m able to hook my thumbs under the lace material of my underwear. My eyes never leave his while I slide them down my legs, and the look of sheer, dark desire—just like the one from last night—that takes over his face while he tracks the movement has my insides doing somersaults.
I toss the red lace at him, hitting him right in the chest. They fall into his hand, and with a satisfied smile on his face, he shoves them in his pocket.
I nod at him. “Adding to your collection?”
“Always. Now get over here.”
He grabs my hand and spins me around, pulling me down on top of him so my back is flush with his hard chest.
“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, Amalia,” he whispers in my ear. I involuntarily squirm in his lap as hisheated confession trickles over my skin. “And after that show you put on for me last night …” He lets out a grunt. “Tell me I’m not the only one,” he says, desperate for something I’m not sure I can give him.
I remain quiet but can’t help but wriggle when he takes the barrel of his gun and runs it down my chest. “No answer?” he asks, and I choose to ignore that too.
The truth is, I haven’t been able to get him off my mind, especially after last night. Admitting that doesn’t do anything for me or him, but there’s this intense physical attraction between the two of us that needs to be put out before either of us can move on.
“You might not want to say it, but you need this just as badly as I do. I can tell by the way your body responds to my touch. The way your back arches into me when I slide my gun down your chest.”
Vincenzo continues the descent of his Glock down my stomach and over my thigh, stopping at the hem of my skirt. Then he lifts the material so it’s bunched up at my hips.
“The way you’re grinding your ass into my cock right now.”
My breathing picks up as the cool metal grazes the inside of my thigh, getting closer to my heated core, but still not close enough.
“The way you cried out my name while your orgasm took over your body last night.”
“Please,” I scoff out, but my voice is barely above a whisper. “I only did that because I knew it’d get under your skin.”
It’s not a total lie. I knew using his name would get under his skin, but imagining him working me up definitely helped me get to the finish line quickly.
Vincenzo chuckles. “You did it because you needed to get your release. Now tell me, when your fingers were deep insideyou, were you imagining they were my cock stretching this tight pussy of yours?”
I suck in a sharp breath when the barrel of his gun glides over my piercing.
“Say it, Amalia,” he whispers in my ear, causing a shiver to quake down my spine. “Tell me it was my cock you were imagining last night, and I’ll give you what you want… What youneed.”
My head falls back on his shoulder, and I let out a breathy “Yes.”
He chuckles and brings his gun up to my mouth. “That’s it. Now be a good fucking girl and open up wide for me.”
I do as I’m told, and he takes advantage, pushing the barrel of his gun into my mouth. “Lather it up, my little hellion.”
When he pulls the gun out from my mouth, he drags it back down to my aching pussy.
“Please, Enzo.” The desire for him to play me like I know he can hits me with full force.
“I love hearing my name on your needy lips,” he mumbles into my neck. The vibration goes straight through me, making me clench my core. “What do you want, Amalia? You want me to fuck you with my gun?”
I grind my ass into Enzo’s already hardened length.“Yes,”I breathe out.
He moves the barrel of his gun over my slit, the cool metal a stark contrast to my heated core. Sliding it up and down my center, he coats the already lubed-up metal with my juices.
“Looks like I didn’t need your mouth, huh?” he says, pressing a kiss to my neck. “You’re already ready for it.”
