Page 58 of Virtuous Lies
I jog down the stairs, holding my cell between my shoulder and ear as I reach the final ladder.
“Of course.” I readjust my suit as I jump down from the final rung of the ladder. “Second point of business, Bianca Rossi.”
“What about her?” he asks.
“I have a way to kill her union with Bianchi,” I tell him.
He coughs to clear his throat. “Why the fuck would I want to do that?”
“Because she’s mine.”
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“You were there,” I accuse.
His palm cups my hip, sliding around to span my lower back.
“You killed Roberto.” My voice is soft under the pressure of his palm at my throat.
Panic is often defined with words such as fear and threat and harm. Panic wraps its claws around my heart, yet I don’t feel threatened, and I would bet the body Vincent holds tightly in his hands that he means no harm to me. If Vincent killed Roberto, that means he was there through my entire interaction with Roberto. He wouldn’t have had time to enter between me leaving and Tony arriving. He knows I’m a fraud. He has known this whole time. He heard me call his brother a rapist. He heard me threaten the very life he then chose to take. But why?
He pulls me into him. “You didn’t let Roberto touch you.”
My body feels like nothing.Air. Floating under Vincent’s fingers, unsure of the reality.
“No.” There is no point in lying further. He knows.
“You’re untouched.” His fingers flex at my back when he says these words.
“Yes.”
He groans. “You’ll be mine in every way.” His forehead presses into mine, and he breathes me in.
“Yes.”
“I told you,” he whispers. “I told you I would own you. Mind. Body. Soul. I told you that your darkest secrets would be mine.”
I cup his cheeks. “It seems you always had them.”
“But I needed you towantme to have them.” He releases my neck, dragging his palm down my sternum. “Only then would you belong to me the way I need you to.”
“How do I need to belong to you,tesoro?”
“Willingly.”
His lips crash to mine, and I cry into his mouth, the desperate need in his kiss enough to have me clawing at his shoulders, needing more.
My husband has just claimed ownership over my entire being, but I’ve never felt more free. I wed Vincentwithoutsecrets weighing me down. He knew them, and he chose me despite them. He saved my life even knowing I was lying to him.
“I’m fucking starving,dolcezza. Only I have no intention of eating what you’ve prepared. I’m going to feast on you. I’m going to lay you down on this table and lick your cunt until you scream for me to stop. Only then will I bury my cock inside you and claim you the way I’ve fantasized about for years.”
“Vinnie,” I breathe. “I love you.”
“You fucking better, Bianca, because every inch of you belongs to me, and I plan to keep you forever.”
Hand to the nape of my neck, he bends, sliding an arm under my ass to lift me. I go willingly, wrapping my legs around his waist. Sliding his free arm along the concrete table—the plates, glasses, and cutlery I had carefully laid out fly to the floor in a shatter of impatience.
My ass to the table, he pushes me down with his body, lips never leaving mine as he plasters my back against the solidity of the structure.