Get Back At Him!

"I want to gift you something to have you; I don’t like taking for free," Vincenzo said with a slow, wicked smile as he stepped closer, a drink in hand. "So ask for something. Anything. A room full of gold? Millions of dollars? The most expensive car or a mansion by the sea? Just name it, and it’s yours."

“I don’t want anything. Just leave me in peace," Seraphina mumbled, pulling her knees to her chest.

"Peace?" he chuckled, his voice like dark silk. "You married the devil, sweetheart. There's no peace now. Only fire."

Vincenzo moved toward the mini-bar with a cold smirk and poured himself another drink. The sound of the liquid hitting the glass echoed ominously. He took a slow sip, and then turned toward her, his gaze like a storm.

He stalked back to her, towering. "I will take what I want… and I’ll gift you what you never dared to desire," he whispered against her lips before pressing a kiss there, slow and dominating.

She turned her face, trembling. But his mouth moved down her neck, his tongue teasing her skin, his lips marking her slowly.

She whimpered, confused by the reaction of her own body. Tears welled in her eyes. He grinned.

"Please… don’t touch me. I don’t want this," she whispered.

Tears filled her eyes. "I’ll do anything… just don’t touch me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Anything?"

She nodded slowly.

He walked over and handed her a full glass of vodka. "Drink it. Every drop."

"I don’t drink," she whispered.

"You do now. Or I’ll pour it down your throat myself, Good girl," he smirked. "Let’s keep going."

She whimpered in her seat. "Jarvis… I betrayed you."

Vincenzo froze at the name. His jaw clenched ad his voice dropped to a cold whisper. "Seraphina De Luca We need to talk."

He dragged a chair in front of her and sat, his eyes narrowing. "Who is Frank?"

She blinked slowly, confused and drunk. "Frank? I... I don’t know any Frank."

"Are you sure? You or your precious Jarvis… either of you could’ve been working with him."

Her face contorted. "That’s not true. I’ve never met him."

"Jarvis was smart enough to cover his tracks. Maybe not smart enough to keep his girl out of suspicion."

"Jarvis wouldn’t….."

"Wouldn’t what? Betray you?" Vincenzo scoffed.

"Jarvis loved me," she whispered. "But I ruined everything."

"No, you are mine now," Vincenzo hissed. "And I need to know the truth. If you're still lying……"

"I’m not!" she snapped, tears spilling. "I only loved Jarvis. That’s it. I don’t know any Frank. I don’t know what you want from me."

His stare was unrelenting. He was watching her crumble, calculating the cracks.

"Fine," he said at last. "But remember… lies cost lives."

She hiccupped softly and reached for another drink, downing it without protest.

Shaking, she drank it. The burn down her throat made her gag, but she finished it. He filled the glass again and again. Her resistance melted as the alcohol sank in.

She got up on unsteady legs, her nightdress clinging to her curves. The silk outlined every inch of her body....her breasts pressed against the fabric, her nipples erect and clearly visible. Her thighs peeked with every sway, the hem barely covering her ass.

Vincenzo leaned back in the armchair, shirtless, watching her like a predator watching prey.

She giggled drunkenly and stumbled toward him, throwing her arms over his shoulders. "You think you’re untouchable, huh?" she slurred, dropping the glass and climbing onto his lap. “What are you made of, stone?”

"Seraphina," he warned darkly.

But she straddled him, her warm thighs spreading over his hips, her fingers sliding inside his open shirt. "So hard. Always so hard," she whispered, kissing his neck, dragging her lips across his skin.

She leaned back slightly, letting her breasts press against his chest. He could feel her nipples through the silk.

He didn't say a word, he just clenched his jaw as she straddled his lap.

Her fingers slid over his chest, her nails trailing down his abs. She pressed her lips to his neck, sucking lightly. "Did you think I wouldn't notice how hard you get every time you look at me?"

Her hand moved down to his pants, finding his dick already hard beneath the fabric. She moaned and rubbed him through it.

"Fuck… you’re huge," she whispered, biting her lip. "What were you planning to do with this? Tear me open?"

He groaned, grabbing her wrist, but she wriggled free, stroking him slowly.

"Didn’t you want to fuck me tonight? Isn’t that why you forced me to marry you?"

Her hand moved inside his waistband, wrapping it around his bare dick.

"You could ruin me with this. Is that what you wanted, Vincenzo? To destroy me between your legs?"

His jaw clenched. He was losing it.

She leaned close, licking his earlobes. "Come on. You took everything from me; My freedom, my name… take my body too."

Her breasts brushed his chest with every breath. Her thumb rubbed over his tip.

"Seraphina," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

She kissed along his jaw, breathing hot air against his skin. "You’ve wanted me since the beginning, haven’t you?"

She moved her hips, grinding slightly against his cock. Her nightdress shifted, exposing the tops of her breasts.

He hissed through clenched teeth. ‘Seraphina, you’ll surely hate me tomorrow if I touch you. I'd hope to get the truth out of your mouth, but who knows what I’ll be getting will be you throwing yourself at me. Fuck!’

"Didn’t you want to see me like this? "Wet, trembling, desperate to be touched?" she whispered.

Her hand squeezed his cock again, slow and deliberate. "You want to fuck me so badly. I can feel it."

"You’re drunk," he growled, though his cock twitched in her grip.

"That doesn't make me any less tempting," she smirked, sliding her tongue along his throat. "Does it?"

He shoved her back against the couch, pinning her wrists above her head. His mouth hovered above hers, breathing heavily.

"You're playing with fire."

She smiled lazily. "Maybe I want to get burned."

His lips crashed against hers. Their tongues tangled, and her moan vibrated against his mouth. His body ground against hers, his dick pulsing with need.

She pushed her hips forward, grinding against him. Her hand worked him slowly, her lips brushing his collarbone.

Then, as he almost gave in, she went still.

Her face twisted. She gagged. Then vomited across his bare chest.

He froze, jaw tight.

Without a word, he stood, stripped his shirt off, and walked to the bathroom.

When he returned, she was barely awake.

He picked her up gently and carried her to bed.

He stripped off her nightwear, leaving only the clinging slip beneath. Her breasts pushed high, her nipples hard, her body soft and helpless.

He cleaned her slowly with warm water, starting with her hands, her arms, her flushed face.

She moaned faintly. "Jarvis… I’m sorry."

His hands froze.

He stared at the red mark on her neck. Then he bent and kissed it softly. His mouth moved up, finding her lips, kissing them tenderly.

"You’re mine now, I hope you'll not remember what happened tonight," he whispered.

He stood over her, breathing hard.

"No man will touch you again. No name but mine will ever belong to you."

Then, with a final glance, he turned off the lights.