Page 15 of Revenge of Sin

Her face turns a pretty shade of red as I look at her pink pussy on full display for me while we talk about her safe word.This is fucking power of the best kind.“Tell me, princessa?”

She swallows, tilting her head slightly so her eyes meet mine.“Because if you’re in the middle of … you know … and I say stop, I might not really want you to stop.So, I can use red instead, but only if I really need you to stop.”

In other circumstances I would take great pleasure in making her say the words,licking her clit.I could make her repeat what I actually said word for word, but for now, this is close enough.I want her to feel comfortable that while I’ve taken control of her pleasure, she still has the power in everything.Even if she says no, or red, or any apprehension becomes apparent at all.

My nose drags over her center, inhaling her deep as I clasp the hands lying by her thighs in mine, while I kneel between her legs, keeping her parted.

This is as restrained as Anna will get, at least until I’ve reversed her memories of her last captivity.My tongue caresses the little nub, and her eyes blink closed.I want her eyes on me though, to get drunk on everything she sees and feels.“Watch.”

Anna obeys, her eyes widening, watching through hazed over eyes as I gently bring her up again, caressing and cleaning her cream while heating her skin with renewed desire that I plan on rekindling over and over tonight.

10

Anna

Vincenzo lets go of my hands for a moment, and the loss of our connection is almost immediate.

No matter that he may only want to scratch an itch, keep me for a while.And then what, who knows?

There’s no sense in denying it, it doesn’t matter.I’m going to play.I should have known better than to try and get the better of him in a power exchange of pleasure because I already knew what a hold my attraction to him has over me.

Maybe it was inevitable…

I’ve been drawn to the dark god since I saw him at the club and should have known he was always going to take control and I was never going to say no.

He uses his hands to part my thighs farther, causing my cheeks to heat as he presses against my knees and slides my feet farther apart beside him.“Breathe, Anna.”

The breath I did not realize I’d been holding leaves my lungs as the warmth of his tongue teases with gentle licks from the center up before sliding over that little button that makes me want to scream his name.His name leaves my lips.“Vincenzo.”

His eyes darken as I watch.The pleasure is almost too much, unbearable.My hips shift.

He slides his hands around both of them, cupping my ass cheeks, drawing me closer as his tongue explores and then dips inside, deep, and oddly so intimate.

Never has anyone paid this much attention to me, to my sexuality, my needs or desire in the act of making love.Not one time ever with the exception of him.Because what Barcelo did, it could never be called making love.I was a means to an end.A pawn, a wife to take to ensure more territory, a vessel to carry his heir, until I wasn’t.

Vincenzo demands my full attention.His dark eyes draw me away from the thoughts that circle in my head, lulling me with his tongue as it washes over me again and again.There’s no way to stem the tide of waves that come crashing over me, causing me to tremble and shake again and again while he continues caressing me until the final wave is gone.

My heart beats wildly in my chest, waiting to see what he’s going to do now that he’s done.Will he leave me as he once did with no explanation as to why he didn’t kiss or fuck me in the lower level of DeLuca X Club that first night?

He stands and draws me to a sitting position on the bed and then to standing before drawing my hair away from my neck and kissing my neck long and slow.“Tell me what you want, princessa.”

I exhale a breath.He’s going to make me be the one to say it, to initiate it.The realization that I was never going to get the upper hand on this man with more control than I’ve ever seen seeps into my skin.Giving me the choice, putting the power in my hands is just another way of wielding control.Vincenzo knows I crave what he can make me feel.I should have known what comes next.

But in this satisfied state, I’m beyond it.

No matter that he may be done with me afterward, no matter that I told myself I wasn’t going to cave.If I don’t do this, it’s something I’m going to regret until the end of my days.My throat feels dry with need.“I want to taste you.I dream about it.”

His voice turns gravelly, as he shrugs out of his suit coat, folds it in half and places it on the foot of the bed.He takes my hands and guides me to sit on the side of the bed.“Undress me, princessa.”

My fingers shake slightly in their haste to find his buttons, one at a time unclasping his shirt to find a well-muscled chest and rock-hard abs, rendering him completely naked too.Taking him in should embarrass me as he watches but there’s no way I’m turning away.My hand splays across his broad chest, slowly lowering, stroking the indentations of the muscle packs below.

My mouth waters with renewed desire as he strokes my nipples, lowering his mouth to take first one and then the other between his lips, using his tongue, his teeth, and then his lips again before starting all over.

His cock throbs in my hands as I caress him, and he feels so completely rock solid but velvety smooth at the very same time.I slide my finger over his slit, slick with precum, using it as a lubricant as my hand slides over his girth of steel slowly while getting the feel.

Vincenzo groans, cradling my nape, stepping back from the bed and pushing me lower as I lower myself, kneeling in front of him on the floor as I take his cock in my mouth and down to my throat.

His hand cradles my nape, his grip strong as I take him deep again and he groans his pleasure.“Fucking perfect, princessa.”