Page 25 of Vincenzo
Vincenzo’s eyes move down to my lips before sliding back up to my eyes, and there’s humor behind them. “Now I know why you’re so wound up all the time.”
I raise a brow at him but remain silent. He takes that as a sign to continue.
“I would be too if I was having to fake my orgasms.”
“Excuse me?” I scoff out.
He chuckles. “You think I don’t know the look of a satiated woman?”
“Did you lose reception on that security camera of yours or…?”
Vincenzo raises a brow at me. “Oh, you think I don’t know what a woman sounds like when she’s having an orgasm either?” He leans down and softly brushes my hair back over my shoulder. His fingers graze my skin, causing goose bumps to break out, and he whispers in my ear, “Because I bet my life that bullshit you just pulled with Carlos wasn’t the first time you’ve faked it with him.”
Leaning back, Vincenzo laughs again, licking his lips in the process.
“Wow, you have some fucking nerve.”
“I’m going to ask you again, Amalia. What was the point of all of this? You clearly wanted me to witness this bullshit, but what I want to know iswhy?”
I remain silent, staring up at him and the cocky expression on his face. I wanted Vincenzo to catch me and Carlos to get under his skin, and since he snuck into my room in the middle of the night, I’m going to assume I was successful. But now that I have him here, what really was the point?
Vincenzo lets out a humorous scoff and shakes his head in small movements as if he’s just realized something. Raising a brow, he says, “You weren’t trying to make mejealousnow, were you?”
Now it’s my turn to let out a scoff. “Jealous?” My grip tightens on the sheet I have wrapped around me. “No, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.” I tilt my head to the side and raise a brow at him. “But now that you mention it, you’re the one who broke into my room after watching me and Carlos. Did I get under your skin,Vincenzo?”
He takes a few deep breaths, the movement lifting his chest and stretching the material of his jacket.It seems I’ve irked him.
“But wait… I can’t possibly get under your skin when I’m nothing but a sex trafficker, right? I’m not the type of person you want anything to do with.”
Vincenzo remains quiet. His lips have flattened, and his eyes narrow in on mine. After a few seconds, he finally says, “You’re right. I don’t want anything to do with someone like you.”
His words shouldn’t have an effect on me, but they do. How can I be attracted to this asshole and care what he thinks of me?
“And yet, here I am, in your room. Would you like to know why?”
“I’m dying to know,” I say deadpan.
He chuckles with a shake of his head. “Because I can’t seem to get you out of my head, Amalia.”
My breath hitches, and I’m not sure I heard him correctly. That was the last thing I expected him to confess. He takes a step toward me, invading the space between us, and the air gets heavy. I take a deep breath, my grasp tightening in the sheet.
“I can see the excitement in your eyes at my words.” His voice is low, and there’s a command in his tone I can’t seem to pinpoint. “You want to know what it’s like to have an actual orgasm from a man?”
“I’ve had plenty of orgasms from men,” I scoff out.
Vincenzo chuckles and slowly invades my space even more, causing me to take a step back and bump into the edge of the bed. “That may true, but the one you just had in your bed doesn’t know what the fuck to do with a woman like you.”
I swallow sharply.
“You think I don’t know when a woman’s having an orgasm while getting eaten out? The way she arches her back and tangles her fingers in her man’s hair, clinging onto him for dear life while she rides out the fucking high he’s giving her?”
My mouth goes dry, so I lick my lips. Vincenzo tracks the movement before bringing his gaze back up to mine. His brown irises have darkened to nearly black, and before I know it, he rips the sheet away from me, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Get on the bed, Amalia,” he says, and there’s the command in his voice again.
“No,” I say, doing my best to cover myself from him, but it’s no use.
Raking his gaze down my body, then back up, he runs his fingers along my collarbone, then wraps his hand around the front of my neck. The sensation causes the fine hairs on my body to stand on end. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Get. On. The bed. Amalia.”
