Page 16 of Tryst

My fingers slipped between my folds, pleasuring myself to thoughts of his huge cock sliding between my lips. Letting out a faint moan, I laid my head back against the wall as I dipped my fingers in my tunnel. The way he felt in the pool made me crave him even more. My eyes cracked open, and I caught movement in the corner of my eye.

My mouth fell agape, and I jumped. “Oh my God!” I wiped the water from my eyes.

Vincenzo was leaning in the doorway, stroking his jaw. His hair was slicked back, his shirt still off. “I told you to get clothes on.”

“I got distracted.”

Without a word, he shook his head, leaving the room. I watched as he disappeared through another door and returned moments later, holding a towel. He hung it on a wall hook next to another. “You fucked with me.”

I gulped at his threatening figure. His biceps and abs both flexed as he stared at me through the glass. To my surprise, he gripped the waistband of his already unbuttoned pants and boxer briefs, tugging them down, fully exposing himself. Completely tongue tied, I took a step back as he entered the shower, though there was ample room.

My gaze lowered, and I exhaled. “Shit, Vinny.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. Taking a step closer, he closed the gap between our bodies, lifting my chin, coercing my gaze to his. “A line was crossed earlier, princess.”

“I know.” Nodding, I forced the hushed words. He took my breath away.

His thumb traced my mouth. His cock grew even harder, pressing firm against my stomach. “Do you know what I do to women who fuck with me?”

“Kill them?”

Tilting his head, his lips twisted into a smirk. Fingers slithering around my throat, he leaned close to my nape. “I punish them…hard.”

Punish. His low growl made me almost lose control. His hardness twitched against me. I was standing naked in the shower with the very man I’d imagined so many times before. And his lower body surpassed everything I ever built up in my mind. My dad’s best friend. One of the most feared men in the country and yet I felt so at peace in his presence right now. He could snap me in two with his pinky at any moment, yet I trusted him with my life.

His hand tightened on my neck. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

His teeth nipped my shoulder.

“Oh God.” I gasped. “Yesss.”

While sprinkling the stinging sensation with gentle licks and kisses, he lowered his hand to my breast, taking the tip of my nipple between his fingertips. “Over the edge of the tub?”

“Mmhmm.” I tilted my head back, closing my eyes. The aroma of his cologne washing off his body only fueled my desire to have him inside me. Raking my nails down his chest and stomach, I took his shaft in my hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

“Lizzie,” he snarled against my ear.

“Please.”

His mouth grazed my skin, trailing up to mine. “It’s a terrible idea.”

“I don’t care.” My eyes met his. “I want you to fu—”

His lips crashed into mine forcefully, cutting me off. Fisting a handful of my drenched hair with one hand, he aggressively massaged my breasts with the other. The kiss broke, and he yanked my head back. “I told you to stop teasing me and flirting.”

“I’m not sorry.”

Gnawing the inside of his cheek, he released me and turned to the water, letting it pour over his face. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Snaking my arms around his waist, I pressed my lips to the center of the large black cross tattoo on his back. “I saw the way you looked at me.”

He inhaled a sharp breath, then grabbed my wrists, squeezing them. He twisted back around, narrowing his eyes on mine. An evil grin inched onto my lips. I glanced at his waist, then met his gaze once again. He arched a brow as I knelt before him.

Slowly, he let my arms go. “You don’t listen, do you?”

Shaking my head, I enfolded my fingers around the base of his rock-hard cock. “So, punish me.” Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth to the tip, slowly taking him in.

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