Page 38 of Prince of Vice

"Look, this is just how it's done, all right?" Primo says defensively, his dark eyes now locked onto mine. "We need to be prepared for anything."

"Absolutely not," I reply, my voice shaking with anger. "As an attorney, I have a duty of candor toward the court. I will not work with bribed witnesses, Primo. I won't compromise my integrity."

Primo brushes off my concerns with a dismissive wave of his hand. "This is the way it's always been done, Isabella. You're new to this world, so trust me when I say it's necessary."

Primo turns off the car, but I'm already out, slamming the door behind me. I storm around to his side, flinging open the door with a huff.

"Primo Maldonado!" I yell, my face flushed with fury. "After everything we've shared, after the trust we've built, you still don't believe that I can handle this case without resorting to criminal tricks?"

He looks at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and something else – is it fear? "Isabella, I'm not questioning your abilities," he says, his voice softening. "But there's more at stake here than just a trial. This is about my family's future, our legacy. I need to know that everything has been taken care of."

"By resorting to the same tactics that put your father in prison?" I counter, my voice breaking. "No, Primo. There has to be another way. Let me do my job – let me prove to you that there's a better path for us."

He hesitates, his dark eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt. But all he finds is determination, the fierce fire that burns within me.

Chapter Eighteen

Isabella

"Ah, Isabella," he smirks, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. "I must admit, I do love it when you argue with me now."

My heart flutters in my chest, momentarily taken aback by his words. "What?" I scoff, trying to maintain my focus on our current argument. But the intensity in Primo's gaze tells me he has other intentions.

"Every time you challenge me, it's another chance to make you submit to me, which I relish, cara mia," he whispers, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Primo, we're talking about the trial here, not..." My voice trails off as I struggle to find the right words. Slowly, he stands, exiting the car and taking a step closer, his dark eyes never leaving mine. The fire inside me begins to burn hotter, my desire to argue with him slipping away. I feel my resolve weakening under his presence and I take an involuntary step back.

"Alright," he says, closing the car door. "Let's make a deal." He grabs me suddenly and circles me around, pushing me against the door. The cold metal presses against my back, but the heat emanating from Primo's body overshadows it. "I might let you have your way with the witnesses, but you need to earn it from me first."

I swallow hard, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "And what would you have me do?"

"Remove your clothing, one piece at a time," he commands, his voice low and firm.

My heart races as I hesitantly reach for the buttons of my shirt, my fingers fumbling with each one. The logical part of my brain wonders why I'm just giving in to him and so easily, but it's mostly drowned out by the torrent of desire washing through me. With every button undone, I reveal more of my flushed skin to him. The shirt falls to the ground, followed by my skirt, leaving me standing in just my bra and panties.

"Continue," Primo says, his voice barely audible, as he watches me with a predatory gaze. I can feel the heat radiating off him, making my arousal even more potent.

I reach behind me, unhooking the clasp of my bra and letting it fall to the ground. My hands tremble as I slide my panties down my legs, stepping out of them. Standing completely naked before Primo, I am consumed by the desire to please him, to submit to his every whim.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his eyes never straying from my exposed body. "Now, let's see how far you're willing to go for your precious witnesses.” He walks around me, opening the back door to the car and then steps back. “Turn around, Isabella," Primo commands, his voice a low growl that has me immediately acquiescing.

I obey, feeling the cool air on my bare skin as I face the open back seat of the car. "Bend over for me and show me that pretty ass and those sweet pussy lips I've been craving to taste."

I comply, bending at the waist and presenting myself to him. My heart races as I feel his eyes drinking in the sight of my exposed flesh. I can't help but wonder when he'll finally touch me.

"Look at you," Primo muses, his voice thick with desire. "So wet and dripping down your thighs for me. Have you ever squirted before, Isabella?"

"Never," I admit, heat flooding my cheeks.

"Then I'll claim that first from you soon enough." His tone is possessive, sending a thrill through me. He begins trailing his fingers against my skin, starting low at my ankles and slowly moving up my legs. The anticipation of his touch is maddening, and I stifle a moan as he caresses every part of me. When I try to move closer to him, seeking more contact, he tugs my hair back forcefully, making me gasp.

"Did I give you permission to move?" he asks, his voice sharp and dangerous. He squeezes one of my breasts until I yelp in pain and pleasure. "If you move again without my permission, I will correct you."

"Sorry," I whisper, trying to catch my breath.

"Good girl," he says, though there's no warmth in his voice. "Now, let's start over, since you misbehaved."

"Please... just touch me," I beg, desperate for his fingers on my clit. But he ignores my plea, starting once more at my ankles and moving even slower this time. The seconds stretch into minutes, my arousal building as his touch teases and torments me. I can feel my juices rolling down my thighs, dripping onto the floor.