Chapter 147

The room was thick with tension, the kind that made the air feel heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest. Vicenzo stood by the window, his silhouette dark against the pale moonlight streaming through the glass. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Even after everything, even after the years apart, he still had that effect on me. It was like the world stopped when he was near, and all I could think about was how much I’d missed him.
Nancy sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She was always so composed, so calm. I envied her for that. My heart was racing, my thoughts a jumbled mess. I could feel the weight of everything that had gone unsaid between us, and it was suffocating. I needed to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling. But before I could ask, the door creaked open, and the butler stepped in with the bottle of wine I’d requested.
“Thank you,” Vicenzo said, his voice low and smooth, as he dismissed the butler with a gentle nod. He poured himself a generous glass, the deep red liquid catching the light as it swirled in the crystal. He took a long sip, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the taste. When he opened them again, they were fixed on me, dark and intense.
“Freedom,” he murmured, the word barely more than a whisper. He took another sip, his gaze never leaving mine. I could feel my pulse quicken, my breath catching in my throat. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. I just stood there, frozen, as he set his glass down and turned to face me fully.
“The time in prison…” he began, his voice trailing off as he took a step closer. “It was… enlightening.”
I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting into knots. Enlightening? What did that mean? My mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. I wanted to ask, to demand an explanation, but before I could, he turned to Nancy.
“Nancy,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “Would you mind getting us something to eat from the kitchen?”
Nancy nodded, her expression unreadable. “Of course,” she said, standing gracefully. “Anything you need.” She gave me a quick, reassuring smile before slipping out of the room, leaving me alone with Vicenzo.
As soon as the door clicked shut, something inside me snapped. All the emotions I’d been holding back came rushing to the surface, overwhelming me. I didn’t think, didn’t hesitate. I just acted. I closed the distance between us in two quick strides and threw myself into his arms, my lips crashing against his in a desperate, hungry kiss.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, and I panicked, thinking I’d made a mistake. But then his arms wrapped around me, pulling me tightly against him, and he kissed me back with a ferocity that took my breath away. His lips were firm, demanding, and I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I pressed myself closer.
We stumbled backward, and he knocked over his glass of wine, the red liquid spilling across the table. Neither of us cared. All I could think about was how good it felt to be in his arms again, to feel his body against mine. I’d missed this, missed him, so much it hurt.
His hands slid down my back, gripping my hips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. I moaned softly, the sound lost in the heat of the moment. His touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, the heat of his skin burning through our clothes.
I pulled away just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, his hands roaming over my bare skin with a hunger that made my knees weak. I reached for the buttons on his shirt, my fingers trembling as I fumbled with them. He didn’t help, just stood there, watching me with that intense, smoldering gaze that made my stomach flip.
Finally, I got his shirt open, and I pushed it off his shoulders, my hands immediately moving to explore the hard muscles of his chest. He was just as I remembered, his body a perfect mix of strength and power. I traced the lines of his abs, my fingers brushing over the scars that marked his skin, reminders of the life he’d lived before.
He caught my hand, pulling me close again, his lips finding mine in another searing kiss. I could feel the heat of his skin, the way his heart was racing in time with mine. It was intoxicating, the way he made me feel, like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
His hands moved to the clasp of my bra, and with a quick flick, it was undone, falling away to reveal my bare chest. He groaned, his hands cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in a way that made me gasp. I arched into his touch, my body responding immediately, my skin tingling with pleasure.
He bent his head, his mouth closing over one nipple, and I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over me. His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wet, my body aching for more.
“Vicenzo,” I moaned, my voice shaky as I tugged at his hair. He released my nipple with a soft pop, his eyes meeting mine as he straightened. There was a hunger in his gaze that made my breath catch, a raw, primal need that matched my own.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“I’ve missed you too,” I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. “Every day.”
He kissed me again, his hands moving to the waistband of my pants. He undid the button and zipper with practiced ease, pushing them down over my hips. I stepped out of them, kicking them aside as he lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
He laid me down gently, his eyes drinking in the sight of me as he stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off the rest of his clothes. My breath hitched as I watched him, his body a masterpiece of strength and power. He was perfect, every inch of him, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me again.
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs as he leaned down to kiss me. His lips were soft, warm, and I melted into the kiss, my hands roaming over his back as he pressed against me.
“Rachel,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “I need you.”
“I’m yours,” I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. “Always.”
He kissed me again, his hands moving to my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat of him, the way he was already hard and ready for me. I moaned softly, my body aching for him as he pushed inside, slowly, inch by inch.
The sensation was overwhelming, the way he filled me, stretching me in the best possible way. I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he moved, his hips rocking against mine in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was perfect, just like I remembered, and I couldn’t help the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes.
“Vicenzo,” I moaned, my voice shaky as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, a slow, sweet burn that was threatening to consume me.
“Rachel,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
I cried out as he hit that spot deep inside me, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. I could feel myself getting closer, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my hands clutching at his back as I felt the first waves of my orgasm crashing over me. He groaned, his hips slamming into mine as he followed me over the edge, his release spilling inside me.
The Slave of Pleasure
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