Page 87 of Prince of Vice

"Because I wasn't sure if I was going to die in prison," I confess. "How could I admit something like that to you before I was taken from you? I thought it would be better for you to live your life, fall in love, and have a family without thinking about what could have been with me."

As my words settles between us, we're left to confront the possibility of a future together--one that only seemed like a fantasy before.

"Life with you," she whispers, her eyes searching mine for any hint of insincerity. "I can't stop thinking about what it could be like."

Her words send shockwaves through my veins, making my heart flutter and hope bloom in the darkest corners of my soul. I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "Do you really want a life with me?"

She nods, biting her lip as she studies my face. "I do. But I won't be some mobster's wife. That's not the life I want."

"I don't want that for you, either," I assure her, my heart pounding with my admission. "I want a life with you. I want to see my son without fearing that I'm corrupting him. I want us to grow old together without worrying about being gunned down on the street like Charlie was." The mention of his name sends a pang of guilt through me, but I push forward. "I want to honor what he gave up because of me, and I want to do it with you."

"Are you saying...?" she trails off, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Yes," I say, my resolve strengthening with each word. "I want you to be my wife. I want you to belong to me and no one else. I don't want to see another man touch you ever again. I want to see you pregnant, swollen with my child, and I want to fuck you until we're so old we can't fuck anymore—but then still even try."

Tears fill her eyes as she crumbles before me, falling to the floor in a heap of raw emotion. Risking everything, I pull her into my arms and she lets me. As we cling to each other, our tears fall together, releasing the pent-up emotions we were never able to share after the acquittal—and Charlie's death.

"You don't need to answer me now," I tell her, my voice hoarse with emotion. "In fact, you shouldn't—I don't even have a ring to give you."

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't need a ring. Your words and your promises are all I've ever wanted. I don't care about the money, the cars, or the fancy house. I only ever wanted you."

Her confession wraps around my heart like a lifeline. "I couldn't stop thinking about you, no matter how much I tried to get over you," she admits. "Isaac is just one of the doctors who works with my sister. I thought by showing up here with another guy, it might help both of us move on...but I can't." Her voice breaks, and she looks up at me, her eyes filled with a desperate longing. "I just can't."

"Is that so?" I ask gently, hardly daring to breathe as I wait for her answer.

"Yes," she whispers, her breath warm against my neck. "It means...it means I love you too."

Chapter Forty-One

Isabella

Primo's confession hits me like a stormy tide, as though I've been submerged in an ocean of emotions and finally emerge gasping for air. My heart swells with a happiness I haven't felt in what feels like an eternity. He pulls me into him, our bodies melding together like two pieces of a puzzle long separated. His lips find mine, a gentle kiss that mingles with the salty wetness of our tears. But soon, the kiss deepens, becoming more insistent, hungry even. We both have been starved of each other's touch for far too long, and now that we are reunited, denying this moment would be impossible.

The sounds of partygoers laughing and chatting filter through from downstairs. The thought of us making love upstairs while everyone else remains oblivious sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire within me. Primo's fingers deftly work at the fabric of my dress, peeling it away from my body while he whispers to me how gorgeous I look. But his voice takes on a dark edge. "Although," he says, his fingers grazing down my shoulders, "this dress is far too revealing. You should only expose yourself in such a way for me." The way he speaks to me, both degrading and adoring, stirs something primal in me. I've missed the way his words can make me feel both dirty and cherished all at once.

"Primo," I moan softly, "I've missed being your dirty little pet."

He growls in response, the sound vibrating against my ear. With one swift motion, he lifts the dress up and over my head, leaving me bare before him.

His eyes widen as he realizes I am not wearing any undergarments, completely exposed to him. He traces his fingers along my curves. "I look forward to exploring every one of our fantasies together in the years to come, mia cara. I promise to collar you and then you will officially be my little fuck pet. You will be mine forever, in both body and soul."

"Primo," I breathe, my voice trembling with desire, "that's all I want – to serve you and let you use my body."

Our gazes lock, and I see a storm of passion brewing within his dark eyes. This moment feels like the beginning of a journey we're about to embark on together, a journey filled with love, lust, and the promise of a life intertwined.

My heart races as I look at him, his dark eyes full of desire. He pulls me to him, guiding my thighs down so that I'm hovering above his face. "Sit on my face, bella," he commands, his voice rough and gravelly, "I need to taste you – it's been too long."

Bashfulness floods through me, but his strong fingers grip my thighs tightly, pulling me down onto him. As soon as his tongue makes contact with my sensitive flesh, I gasp, my hands instinctively moving to tease my nipples. I've fantasized about this moment for weeks, but nothing could have prepared me for the way Primo makes me feel.

"Ride my tongue, baby," he urges, smacking my ass gently. I rock my hips against him, my body growing closer and closer to release. His talented tongue, combined with two of his fingers expertly working my g-spot, pushes me to the edge. It doesn't take long before I'm coming undone, my climax washing over me in waves. His growls of approval vibrate against my skin as he laps up every bit of me, leaving no trace of my pleasure behind.

When Primo flips me over, his eyes are alight with a ravenous hunger. I know that we're far from finished, and the anticipation of what's to come makes me ache for more.

"Primo," I whisper breathlessly, "I want to taste you."

He shakes his head, gripping my chin firmly. "No, I need to fuck you now. It's been too long since I've been inside your sweet pussy."

"Please," I beg, my eyes pleading with his, "I miss the taste of you."