Velvet Chains: Dark Mafia Romance, page 4
CHAPTER FIVE
ISABELLE
“You’re trembling,” Vincenzo said, moving closer. His voice was so deep that I could feel it in every part of my body. I shivered and stilled myself so that my legs wouldn’t give out.
“You hate that you want me, don’t you?” He asked, stepping even closer. For a few seconds I forgot how to breathe.
He was so close that I could smell him. I could see every feature of his face, I could hear him breathe. His closeness was driving me crazy. I wanted to jump his bones and at the same time I wanted to run away. He was smirking as usual, he knew the effect he had on me.
“I don’t want you.” I hated that my voice trembled when I spoke, but it did. His smirk deepened then, as he slipped his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me closer.
“Liar,” he said, “if you hate me, tell me to stop.”
I couldn’t find words as he moved closer until he stood with his lips a breath away from mine. I honestly didn’t want to stop him, so I remained silent as I stare up at him, using every last drop of pride and defiance I had left for the sake of resisting his impossible allure.
And then, he kissed me. It was an explosive kiss; it was everything I imagined it to be, it was urgent with a hint of gentleness. As our tongues battled against each other, I let him take control and I loved it. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both panting and out of breath. Our eyes were locked in a heated embrace as we caught our breaths.
“You don’t get to leave, Isabelle, not until I say so,” Vincenzo said, his voice rough with desire.
“I hate you,” I knew that when I said that, my voice came out in a whisper and I didn’t sound convincing at all.
“Keep telling yourself that,” We were so close to each other; forehead to forehead, breathing in each other’s air. He turned his head to whisper in my ear, “but we both know the truth.”
In a split second, he lifted me up and carried me towards the bed. I didn’t struggle, instead I put my arms around his powerful shoulders, clutching them. There was an unspoken agreement between us at that moment; we knew we both wanted each other. For desire’s sake, we were going to put our conflicts aside that night, but I wasn’t sure how things would be the next day.
It was clear that what was about to happen next would change everything between us, but at that moment I didn’t care. I wanted this, I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that I could hardly think of anything else.
"How much do you hate me?" Vincenzo teased, tonguing my earlobe then attacking my mouth. I felt his tongue search my mouth and accepted his intrusion, sucking on the textured probe and clutching his shoulders for balance.
When Vincenzo drew back, my lips were wet. I took a deep breath.
“Fuck you,” is all I could manage to say after he stole my breath with a kiss.
“Mhm…” He breathed on my skin as his large hands moved to my breast, feeling them through my dress. His touch was firm and yet tender, he took his time. “On it.”
I felt restless as he kneaded my breast. I wanted more, I wanted him now. I could feel the small pool of wetness between my legs growing bigger. I wanted him so badly.
"How long have you been waiting to do that?" I asked, curious. I wanted to know if he felt the same way I felt. I wanted to know if he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.
"Since the moment I saw you steal my bag at the airport," he said, nibbling on her ear. His voice was deep with desire and it made me shiver.
“I didn’t steal your bag, you know that.”
“But you did,” Vincenzo said, placing a finger on my lips, “It doesn’t matter now, it’s not the time for that.”
His hands fell from my peaked nipples and cupped my butt cheeks under my dress, pulling my pubic bone against his straining erection. He began to grind his cock against me while his hands massaged my bare ass. I was straddling him and it felt amazing. My shoes were on the floor in different directions of the room. I didn’t even know when I took them off, and I didn’t care.
"I want you now," I murmured, feeling delicious and slippery between my naked thighs. My desire for him was growing and every minute he delayed it was the most delicious kind of torture.
Vincenzo released one buttock and found my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Ohhh,” I moaned as he brushed back and forth against it. He continued in a steady motion, and I continued to grind against his thumb, matching his rhythm. The pleasure waves his thumb was producing were taking me to places where no one had ever got me before.
"Are you going to continue to tease me like this?" I asked in between quickened breaths. I then watched Vincenzo unbuckle his thick, black belt. It was like he was intentionally taking his time.
"Undo my pants," He instructed as he kept up his steady rhythm with my clit. I moved my hands down, unbuttoned and then unzipped him. I slid my hand down the front of his silky black boxers and gripped his hard, humid shaft. I almost gasped at the length, but I kept my cool. I couldn’t believe that was going to be inside me in a few moments.
"Ahh," breathed Vincenzo, as I pulled it free of his clothes. "That's much better."
Vincenzo pulled me till I was sandwiched between his hard, thrusting cock and his possessive hands. I widened my stance and bit my lip. I willed him to push it up inside me to release me from the building internal tension.
I was so aroused now, I could imagine us doing it right there with my dress yanked up and Vincenzo’s pants around his knees. Every second felt endless to me, I wanted him inside me.
Vincenzo released me, grinned and lifted my skirt revealing my smooth pussy that was already pulsing in anticipation. He directed his cock between my legs then took my hips and rocked back and forth. I could feel my thick juice as it coated his shaft.
"You must have wanted me badly, huh?" he teased.
I gripped Vincenzo’s tight biceps as his cock dragged back and forth along the flesh around my opening. I gasped as, without breaking his rhythm, Vincenzo dipped his head and licked a wet line across one of my already hard nipples. Then he lathered it with his firm tongue and sucked it inside his mouth.
Just when I thought I could take no more, Vincenzo bent down and grabbed the back of my knee and pulled my leg tight round his hip. I leant against him for balance while he wrapped one arm around my back and nudged at my slippery entrance with his erection.
"Ohhh," I moaned, feeling him slide inside me. It was heavenly, I finally felt full, sated.
"Oh piccola," said Vincenzo closing his eyes. A deep flush covered Vincenzo's cheeks as he began to thrust in and out, his shoes creaking in time, his belt buckle jangling around his ankles.
I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed the hard friction as he propelled his large member back and forth inside my pussy. My pelvis soon tightened as I ascended the steady rise to climax, but then Vincenzo shifted his weight, breaking the momentum.
"Climb up onto the bed," he said suddenly. I gave him a drunken gaze, I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to. "I'll carry you."
He hitched as I lunge-jumped up, wrapped my other knee around his hip and ended up closer in his arms. I moaned, my exhalation like a pierced tire deflating.
With me wrapped around his waist, and hampered by the pants piled around his shins and shoes, Vincenzo began a labored walk towards the other side of the bed. I began to giggle when each step caused his cock to bump in and out.
"Hmm, that feels great," I said, feeling somewhat high.
"Oh yeah?" Vincenzo leaned me against the wall. "Want a little more?" I bit my lip.
"Uh huh," I murmured, suddenly being unable to form words. Vincenzo used the position to hold me in place while he pounded himself inside me. I cried out, feeling each vertebra of my spine press against the wall as Vincenzo thrust strongly in and out.
After several minutes of being fucked against the door, I felt Vincenzo pause and reach around me. He took my weight as he leaned down and placed me gently on the bed. I opened my eyes to find my lover's face red and glistening with sweat. I clung to him as we both landed on the bed, still panting.
"Are you tired?" I asked, squirming on his cock. Vincenzo shook his head.
"Get down baby," he said. "I’m taking you from behind."
I climbed down off Vincenzo's cock reluctantly. I was already reaching my climax, so it was rigid and shiny with cum.
"Oh," I whined. "I was just getting close."
In my peripheral vision, I saw Vincenzo taking off the rest of his clothes, so I decided to do the same, pulling off the dress that had now bunched up around my waist. The thought of having him inside me again caused a surge of heat inside me.
Vincenzo turned me by the waist till I faced his tastefully furnished room. He lifted me, pressed his sticky cock against my ass and reached forward to cup my bare breasts.
"I hated not being able to touch you," he said beside my ear. "I got so horny seeing you with that dress." He gave my breasts a squeeze. I let my head drop back to rest on his shoulder.
"I could not tell," I said. Vincenzo moved his hands to my waist then walked me forwards till I came up against the velour couch.
"Bend over and spread your legs," he growled. He grabbed the furniture either side of my body and thrust his pelvis forwards, jamming my hips against the backrest. "I'm going to fuck that sweet pussy from the back." A thrill ran down my spine before, obediently, I leaned forwards over the couch. My uncovered breasts hung like full water balloons. I quickly widened my legs and felt him move back.
"Now open those tight cheeks so I can see your honey pot," ordered Vincenzo in low, lust-filled voice. His voice was so deep now that it was almost a growl.
I reached back and spread my ass cheeks with both hands. Evening air from outside caressed my sap-smeared pussy.
"You're so fucking hot, piccola" he said, the desire strong in his voice.
I tuned into the sensations grabbing my attention one after another. First, I felt Vincenzo’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, then his tongue, warm and eager, licking my pussy’s outer lips. I trembled as Vincenzo explored each contour of my labia with fervent attention, then lapped at my slippery nectar.
"Please," I didn’t want any more teasing, I panted. "Just fuck me!" But Vincenzo was relentless. He licked and probed till I was ready to grab his cock myself, back up and force it inside my wet, throbbing pussy.
"Please Vincenzo," I pleaded again, with my head hanging down into the couch cushions. "Just fuck me now; I'm so wet. Please! I want you inside me!" I didn’t care that I was shouting, I didn’t care that the other people in the mansion could hear me, I wanted him too badly. I didn’t have any functioning braincell available to feel embarrassed.
I looked back and caught Vincenzo's smug grin. He stood looking at my splayed pussy and ass and slowly wiped the back of his hand across his lips.
"Now play with your breasts," he instructed. "I want this to be the best back fuck you’ve ever had."
Eagerly, I let the furniture take my weight and rubbed my breasts; pressing my firm nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I felt Vincenzo's thighs against my ass, then the hard probe of his cock as it found my opening. I moaned as his hardness stretched my pussy and filled me up.
Vincenzo gave a strong thrust and ground into me, the force lifting me onto my toes. He was so deep inside me he hit my cervix, and the pain felt too good. Then he grabbed my waist and held me over his thrusting cock, lengthening my narrow passage to fit his demanding member. I could feel myself stretching around him. Vincenzo grunted when flesh slapped against wet flesh as he pounded his wide shaft deep inside me, the base straining my opening to its limit.
Somewhere in the working part of my brain, I knew that if someone was to walk up to Vincenzo's door now, they would see Vincenzo’s long cock buried between my ass cheeks and wonder if I had been forced over the bed and violated. But if they stepped closer, they would hear me purring like a sex kitten and know I was willing.
It was an exciting thought, even though I was well beyond caring about how I looked. My internal muscles tightened and prepared for orgasm as Vincenzo's thrusts grew more frantic, getting faster and harder as he hammered me against the couch.
"Oh God!" I cried out as my pussy channel gripped Vincenzo's cock, drawing him deep towards my core. Vincenzo emitted a guttural groan and I clutched the couch for support and felt his release. He gave a final thrust, pumping me full of cum in several spurts. Spunk oozed out and ran down between my thighs.
Vincenzo draped himself over my back, trapping beads of sweat between us.
"Fuck," Vincenzo panted. His cheek rested against my spine until his reducing cock began to slide from my soaked pussy. I listened as our breaths slowed. "That was amazing," said Vincenzo as he gave my ass a little spank.
I turned my head when I felt his weight lift. Slowly I stood and made my way to the bathroom. I really needed to pee.
By the time I got back, Vincenzo was checking his phone, waiting for me. By then, the desire has cleared from my eyes and I was now wondering what I had done.
It wasn’t that I regretted it, I just wondered what it meant for the future. He’s right, it was amazing, way better than I expected it to be. But where would we go from here?
Too tired to think about the consequences of my own actions I hopped into bed and snuggled beside Vincenzo, falling asleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER SIX
VINCENZO
It was a beautiful morning, but it wasn’t as beautiful as the woman sleeping peacefully beside me. Though I tried to wrap my head around it, I still couldn’t believe we had slept together the night before.
It had been one of the best nights I have ever had, but I couldn’t stop the whispers of doubt at the back of my mind. Was it really wise to sleep with a woman who was technically my hostage?
I knew that somehow, we had gone past that point, and I couldn’t help but think about the looming consequences of my actions. I knew I was attracted to her from the moment I had set my eyes on her, but I wasn’t expecting to feel this strongly about her.
My room was peaceful, quiet. Nonetheless, I took deep breaths, trying to figure out my next step.
I couldn’t sleep go back to sleep after I had woken up at two in the morning. The thoughts in my head had been running wild, and I couldn’t think of anything else apart from what had happened between Isabelle and I.
I glanced at her. Isabelle who was sleeping peacefully beside me. There was a calmness to her features as she slept; the scowl on her face no longer there. She slept peacefully, but I knew that would probably change when she woke up.
As I was admiring Isabelle, the door to my room suddenly burst open, making her stir. I lifted my head up, alert and ready to attack. But it was just Pietro, the only other person who had access to my room, that walked in, a look of shock and concern. Isabelle was now wide awake and looking around. She was clearly startled by my brother’s ungraceful entrance.
As Pietro walked towards us, he halted abruptly as he noticed that Isabelle was in the bed with me. I couldn’t blame him, I was shocked too. Isabelle, startled and embarrassed, quickly grabbed the sheet to cover herself. She looked mortified and angry at the same time, her face flushed; she was adorable.
“What the hell, Pietro?” I asked, standing up and moving to stand in front of Isabelle, blocking her from view. I knew that she was uncomfortable with my brother in the room so I was trying to do what I could to make her feel better. I already knew that her reaction would be unpredictable when she woke up, and Pietro walking in on her half naked was not going to make things easier.
“What do you want?” I snapped. His expression suddenly changed from that of shock to seriousness, and I knew then that something big must have happened. I could see his eyes flickering with disbelief before he handed me the tablet he was holding.
“You need to see this,” he said, his voice and body language tense. I collected the tablet and began to read a series of sensational headlines that were displayed on the screen. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The more I read, the more shocked and confused I was. I was irritated at first that Pietro had to burst into my room, but after reading the headlines on the tablet, I totally understood.
From what I could see, every major tabloid featured photos of Isabelle and I from the wedding. The pictures also showed our heated interactions and the moment I took her away. It showed us walking hand in hand, talking and staring at each other. From an outsider's perspective, it looked very convincing. If I wasn’t the one in the pictures and videos, I might have believed those headlines to be true.
“The Sicilian Prince and the American Writer.”
This was the headline that was the most popular. It featured lots of pictures of us at the wedding looking very much like a couple. I don’t know how they shot it but it looked very convincing. The media was abuzz with speculations about our relationship, branding it as a budding romance.
After I finished reading the articles, I held the tablet and looked at the ceiling. The sudden and unwanted attention was a threat to my carefully maintained secrecy.
I had gotten this far mostly because I stayed low key. A truly powerful mob boss was never in the spotlight, that’s not how it worked. I needed to fix this as soon as possible.
My face was not supposed to be out there, and it definitely wasn’t supposed to be with someone else with rumors of a budding romance. It wasn’t safe, for me or for Isabelle.
