Page 101 of Their Reckless Thief
“Vincenzo,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Please.”
He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing against my ear. “Not yet,dolcezza. You’ll wait. You’ll take every fucking second of it.”
I whimpered and trembled in his arms as he held me on the edge, refusing to let me fall. His thrusts slowed even more, each one deliberate, almost cruel in their precision, dragging me higher but keeping me just out of reach. Tears burned my eyes, this time from the sheer, unbearable need coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice softening but losing none of its intensity. “So beautiful when you’re desperate. So perfect.”
He slid a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it with the right amount of pressure to make me cry out. My hips bucked against him, seeking more, but he controlled every movement, holding me exactly where he wanted.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his thumb pressing harder, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. “Say it.”
“I hate you.” The words were a shaky whisper, lacking any conviction.
He smirked, his thrusts growing faster and harder as his thumb worked me closer to the edge. “Say it,” he demanded again, his voice a dark, commanding growl.
“I’m yours,” I finally gasped, the confession tearing out of me like a surrender. “Vincenzo, I’m yours.”
The words broke something inside me, and he shattered the hold he’d kept on my release. His thumb pressed down, his cock driving into me with one final, devastating thrust, and the orgasm ripped through me like a tornado. My body convulsed in his arms, every nerve alight, every muscle trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me.
He followed moments later, a guttural moan spilling from his lips as he buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and consuming. For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of us, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling as we came down together.
As the haze of pleasure began to clear, I met his gaze in the mirror, and the intensity there stole what little breath I had left in my lungs. I hated him for what he did to me, for how easily he tore me apart and put me back together. But as he held me there, his hands still firm on my thighs, his lips brushing against my temple in a surprisingly gentle gesture, I hated myself even more for how much I didn’t hate him at all.
30
VINCENZO
As soon aswe stepped out of the bathroom, the air shifted. All eyes were on us, but I didn’t give a fuck. Celeste walked beside me, her hair tousled, and her makeup smudged. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, and I knew what everyone was thinking. Ciro, Luca, Dorian, hell, even Vivian could see it in her flushed cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes. She looked thoroughly fucked, and it gave me an almost primal sense of satisfaction.
She hated me for it. I could feel her simmering resentment, her anger at my possessiveness, my need to protect what was mine. I didn’t care. Celeste needed to be protected, and if I had to be the villain in her eyes to keep her safe, then so be it.
We made our way back to the table where Luca and Dorian were already deep in conversation with Ciro Rossi. The tension at the table wasn’t lost on me as I took my seat beside Celeste.
Luca and Dorian had done well in managing the situation, and I could tell they’d kept Ciro in line while Celeste and I were busy. Ciro’s gaze flitted toward us as we sat down, his expression filled with amusement and thinly veiled discomfort.
“Well,” Ciro began, glancing between me and Celeste with a smirk, “I’ve learned my lesson, Vincenzo. I’ll keep my hands,and my comments, to myself when it comes to your women.” His gaze slid toward Vivian, who sat beside Luca, her shoulders rigid, but her face a mask of calm. I wasn’t stupid; he’d probably had his eye on her too, but Luca and Dorian must have made it clear where the boundaries were.
I shot him a cold look of warning, one that promised he’d regret testing me again. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other.” I took a long sip of my blood cocktail.
Ciro chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “So, let’s get down to business. You’ve invited me into your territory. I assume it’s not just a friendly visit.”
I nodded, keeping my voice steady and composed. “We need access to the black-market vault in your district. No questions asked, no interference. Just a clear path in and out.”
Ciro raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “That’s a tall order, Vincenzo. You know how valuable that vault is. I’m guessing you’re not planning to tell mewhyyou need to get inside.”
I didn’t flinch. “Thewhydoesn’t concern you.”
He smirked again, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Of course not. The price you’re willing to pay for such a favor… Now that does concern me.”
Luca leaned forward slightly, his shadows undulating almost imperceptibly around him, ready to strike if necessary.
“Name your price, but let me make myself clear. This is a courtesy I’m offering you. Whether I have your permission or not, I will be coming to retrieve what I need. This just allows your men to live.”
Ciro tilted his head, clearly enjoying the leverage he had in this moment. “Access to that vault, without any interference from me, and with my assistance in clearing the way? It’s going to cost you.”
I kept my gaze steady on him, waiting.
“I want access to the strip clubs in your territory, Vincenzo,” he said smoothly, his eyes glinting with ambition. “I’m not talking about the scraps or the low-level clubs. I want nightly access to your high-end establishments. Right in the middle of all the fucking high-end pussy.”
