Page 30 of Prince of Vice

“You doubted me,” I mumble back weakly.

He pauses, his brows furrowing as he considers my words. “Before I knew you, yes,” he finally admits. “And that was my error.”

I’m shocked by his words. It’s not an apology, but in some ways, it’s validation from him that he might think I truly am capable of winning this for him.

“Thank you,” I reply, unsure of what else to say.

“But, from now on, you need to be more careful," he warns, the authority in his voice making me shiver.

I nod in silent agreement, feeling myself submit to his command for the first time.

A part of me knows I should maintain some semblance of professionalism, but the allure of relinquishing control to him is too strong to resist.

"Promise me," he murmurs, cupping my cheek with his warm hand.

"I promise."

Then, without warning, he closes the gap between us and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I willingly surrender to his imposing presence, allowing the heat of our passion to consume us both.

"God, Isabella," he breathes against my mouth, his hands roaming my body with a possessiveness that only serves to stoke the flames of desire within me. "The things I want to do to you..."

"Tell me," I plead, desperate to hear the sinful words escape his lips. "Tell me what you want."

His fingers trace the curve of my waist, the warmth of his touch sending a shudder through me. "I want to explore every inch of you," he confesses, his voice low and dangerous. "To make you feel things you've never felt before."

As his hands continue their slow, deliberate journey over my body, I find myself becoming more and more aroused, craving everything he has to offer. My logical mind warns me of the consequences of giving in to this forbidden passion, but the relentless pounding of my heart drowns out its protests.

"Please," I whisper, arching into his touch. "Show me. Show me how it feels to be truly alive."

"Isabella," he murmurs, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in for another heated kiss.

Primo's hands, strong and demanding, slide under my shirt, pushing the fabric up over my breasts. I gasp at the sudden exposure, but his mouth is on mine, stealing my breath as he kisses me deeply. My bra follows suit, unhooked with an ease that speaks of experience, leaving my sensitive flesh bared to his hungry gaze.

"Such perfect tits," Primo murmurs against my lips, his voice rough with desire. "I need to taste them." And before I can respond, his mouth descends upon one nipple, sucking it forcefully into his mouth. The mix of pain and pleasure has me crying out, my back arching, desperate for more of his touch.

"Primo," I moan, my hands tangled in his dark hair, urging him closer. He obeys, switching to my other breast as his free hand grips my skirt, hiking it up around my hips. His fingers find their way beneath the lace of my panties, rubbing roughly over my aching center. I can feel the heat building within me, threatening to consume me completely, and just as I think I might come from the friction alone, Primo stops.

"Wait," I gasp, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. He responds with a wicked grin, gripping the waistband of my panties and yanking hard, ripping the delicate fabric in two. I stare at him wide-eyed, my breath coming in ragged pants.

"Are these your favorite panties, Isabella?" he asks holding them in the air, his tone teasing. I try to form a coherent response, but all I can manage is a strangled sound. "They are now," he tells me, smirking as if he's just given me the greatest gift. "Because I made them better with my touch."

His hand traces the mark left on my hip from the force of his grip, and my body shivers. "You're welcome for the mark," he adds, his dark eyes locked onto mine. The roughness of his touch, the intensity of his gaze – it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. It should frighten me, but instead, I find myself craving more.

"Primo," I whisper, my voice heavy with need. "Please... I want more."

"Is that so?" he purrs, his fingers teasingly close to where I ache for him most. "Tell me, Isabella. What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," I beg, the words spilling from my lips without thought. "Make me feel alive. Please, Primo," I plead, my voice quivering with desperation. "Touch me again."

I lie exposed before him in the car, my breasts bared and panties shredded, my neediness laid bare for him to see. And he revels in it, his dark eyes dancing with wicked delight.

"Tell me what you really want, Isabella," he urges, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I give voice to my desires. “Everything,” I plead, blushing.

His hand shoots out to grip my face roughly, his fingers digging into my skin. "I do love it when you beg me.” He leans in close, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us. "Open your mouth."

I obey without hesitation, my heart skipping a beat at the command. He grins savagely before spitting into my open mouth. The shock of it sends a shiver down my spine, but the boldness of his action only serves to stoke the fire within me. My mind swirls with lustful thoughts, too hazy to process anything else.