Vincenzo POVShe licked her lips and stared up at me with unreadable eyes. âI donât want to marry anyone.ââThat is too bad, bellissima, because you will become a bride. But the choice of groom is up to you.â As we stared at each other, I noticed she smelled like earth and olives.Sun and plants. Like my estate. The comforting scent sank into me like an aphrodisiac, boosting the simmering lust I already felt for this gorgeous spirited creature. I wanted to fuck her outside in the rain, in the dirt, with the grape vines all around us, her silken hair spread out like roots on the ground while I coated her in my come.She must have sensed the shift in my thoughts because her lips parted on a swift intake of breath. Her gaze darted to my mouth and for a crazy moment I wondered if she was thinking about what it would be like to kiss me. Madonna, I wanted that. I wanted to taste her, to feel her lips on mine.Drink her sighs and swallow her whimpers. I wanted to inhale her. Disgusted with
Valentina POVAgain, what was wrong with me? His rough hand clamped around my throat, holding me tightly. Instead of scaring me, his touch caused slashes of heat to race down my spine and settle between my legs. He surrounded me, his strength on magnificent display, and my body softened as fear shifted to need and hunger. Could he feel my pulse pounding under his fingertips?I heard him suck in a breath, so I assumed heâd noticed my reaction. Then his voice grew low and sensual, his lips near my ear. âWhat were you hoping to see in the dungeon, Valentina ? Hmm?ââI donât know what youâre talking about,â I said, my voice barely above a whisper.âLiar.â The hand not on my neck cupped my hip, almost caressing me. âDo you know what happens to girls who spy on me?ââLet me go. Youâre scaring me.ââNo, Iâm not. You are not frozen in fear or fighting me off. Instead, you are relaxed against me while your heart is beating so fast. Do you know what that tells me?â I was almost afraid to ask.
Vincenzo POVThe drive was short. When we pulled up to the castle, Benito turned the car off. I told him to leave us, so he got out and strode toward the surveillance room on the back side of my home. I said nothing, just waited.âI should have known,â she snapped, âthat you have all the police here on your payroll. The two of you were laughing like old friends.ââThe police are helpless, too weak to stop our organisation. They know it is better to work with me than against me. A lesson you would be wise to learn, as well.ââI donât want to work with you.â Her voice hitched, as if she were holding back tears. âI donât want to be part of your horrible family full of murderers and criminals. Youâre all psychopaths. I want you to let me go.âThis from the woman who had nearly melted in my arms after hearing me interrogate and shoot two men? I didnât believe it. She was scared because she might not mind it. She might even like it.I reached into my coat pocket, took out the pistol and res
AUTHOR'S NOTE:- HERE IN THIS CHAPTER VINCENZO MORRETI IS THE MALE LEAD, WHOSE NICKNAME IS VIN. AND THE OTHER VINCENZO IS A WORKER INSIDE THE ML'S CASTLE. REBECCA IS VALENTINA'S SISTER AND HER NICKNAME IS REMI........ I HOPE YOU DON'T GET CONFUSED.....đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°*****************Valentina POVGreat. Even here I couldnât escape the Morreti concept of fate. âThis is your boat?â I asked as he helped me aboard. âItâs my fatherâs. Donât you like it?ââWhatâs not to like? This is a floating five-star hotel.â Dimitri chuckled. âCome on, Iâll show you around.âHe briefly spoke with one of the crew members and then we set off. Each deck was more impressive than the last. Large living spaces, lounges, lush cabins, and a beach club pool area in the rear. In the front was a master suite complete with jacuzzi and helipad, plus a glass bottom window to the ocean below. I tried not to drool as we walked around, but it was a struggle.âI would never leave if this yacht was mine,â I said, dragging a fi
Valentina POVWe heard the helicopter before we saw it. âI cannot fucking believe it,â Dimitri murmured as the sleek black helicopter approached the yacht.âWho is that?â But even as I asked the question, I knew. I knew. He was here, though for what reason I couldnât say. Dimitri and I hadnât done anything wrong and I hadnât tried to escape.âCome on.â Dimitri stood and held out his hand to help me up. We walked to the front, toward the helipad, and waited for the helicopter to touch down.Vincenzo emerged first, all rugged windswept Italian beauty, but then he turned to help another guest climb out. Katarzyna. Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected, my stomach knotted painfully. I had a sinking feeling that knot was jealousy, which was absolutely unacceptable. There was no need to complicate this situation with a reality-show level of unnecessary drama. I was merely upset that our private day had been ruined by the man I least wanted to see.Liar, Dressed in a gauzy see-throug
Vincenzo povI made a mistake in bringing Katarzyna. Needing this to look like a social outing, I had asked my mantenuta to come along. I hadnât seen her since the night at the castello and she always loved the boat. Yet it was clear from Valentina âs expression that she didnât care for Katarzyna.Jealousy, perhaps? That seemed unlikely, given Valentina âs general dislike of me. More likely Katarzynaâs habit of never knowing when to be quiet had rubbed Valentina the wrong way. But I noticed the way Valentina âs nipples had puckered when I walked out on the deck in my swim trunks. She might not like me, but she was attracted to me.Something changed between us the night she tried to escape. I read the lust in her eyes, saw the flush on her cheeks. Sheâd practically been panting when she held the gun on me. My talk of fucking against a wall had aroused her even more.She was not innocent, and my suspicions about her proved to be correct at every turn. I had a feeling that this girl lik
VALENTINA POVDimitri and I watched the sun set as the yacht cruised back toward Siderno. We were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. And one thing you should know, Valentina , is that I always get what I want....... Was Vincenzo telling me he wanted me? That had certainly been implied as he cornered me against the wall and caged me in with his body. I hadnât felt fear at that moment. Well, perhaps a little, but not because I thought heâd hurt me. I was afraid of my reaction to him, of how excitement pulsed between my legs with just one look from him. My nipples beaded every time he was within fifty feet, like they were issuing some kind of a warning.Except I didnât want to run away from him. Far from it. I thought of his hand on my throat, the warmth and strength of his body as he surrounded me, and I wanted more. I wanted to drown in his darkness...and that terrified me.I was a strong woman; Independent. I had plans for my future, like going to college and finding a normal, safe
VINCENZO POVI moved closer, almost touching her. I could count every eyelash and freckle on her lovely face as she stared up at me. Reaching out, I twirled a piece of her golden hair around my finger. âSo I have to ask, why are you still here?âHer gaze locked on my face. âI was biding my time before I tried again.ââCazzata. Your life in Toronto was boring. You were dying there, like a plant starved of water. I saved you from that loser boyfriend, from the lacklustre orgasms and sneaking around. There is so much I can show you, dolcezza. So much I want to give you.ââSo youâre my saviour? Is that it?â I chuckled softly. âIâm no saviour. They call me IL DIAVOLO (The DEVIL) for a reason, and that is because I am as wicked and evil as they come. But if you want to get on your knees for me in gratitude, I will not object.âHer shoulders trembled as her breath hitched. She hadnât backed away and had barely moved since I entered. She seemed to be waiting to see what I would do. âIn your f