Page 13 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

AMALIA

I continue to lie in bed after Carlos leaves my room, fully knowing I need to take a shower to wash his scent off me. There’s no way of knowing if Vincenzo witnessed what just happened, but something tells me he’s on that camera more often than not.

I’m still not sure what came over me. Using Carlos to get under Vincenzo’s skin like that was immature, but the man grates on my nerves. As a big fuck you to him, I hope he did witness it.

The door to my bedroom opens and I let out a sigh, dreading that Carlos has come back. “Out, Carlos.” He doesn’t respond, but I hear the door shut.

I continue to lie in bed with my hands under my cheek and my eyes shut, but there’s a shift in the room. It’s as if?—

“Is that any way to speak to a man that just made you come all over his face?”

My eyes snap open and I shoot up in bed, holding the sheet over my chest. Turning on the lamp, I bring my attention back to the source of the voice at the end of my bed. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap.

Vincenzo’s standing at the foot of my bed with his hands in the pockets of his black slacks and a shit-eating grin on his face. “I just came to enjoy the show up close and in person.”

I raise a brow at him and give him a smirk of my own. “It seems you’re a little too late for that.”

“So… you figured out I’ve been spying on you. I’m impressed. I paid good money for the most discreet cameras on the market.”

“It’s time for you to leave, Vincenzo.”

Ignoring me, he twirls his finger in the air and says,“So, what was all of this?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You clearly wanted me to see you and Carlos together, but my question is why?” His tone was playful before, but those words were dark and borderline scary.

“Why would I care about that?”

Vincenzo is quiet for a few moments while staring at me. His eyes penetrate so deep within me I almost look away, but this is my room and I’m not going to let this asshole come in here and dominate the situation.

“You know I watched the entire thing, right?”

“I assumed.”

He raises a brow. “The entire five minutes. I know for a fact that fucking meathead can’t make a woman come in that short amount of time.”

“What can I say? He knows what he’s doing with that tongue of his.”

Vincenzo narrows his gaze on me. “I find that incredibly hard to believe.”

I gesture to him with my hand. “You have it on your phone. I’m sure you know how to check the time stamp.”

“You want to know what else I find interesting?” he says, ignoring me again.

“Other than how long it takes Carlos to make me come? Please , I’m dying to know.”

Vincenzo chuckles, and the low sound resonates deep in my core. Fuck, body, do not do this to me right now.

“You didn’t even bother taking off your bra,” he says, nodding at me. I glance down at the thin black material still strapped to my body. “Who just lies there not even playing with their own tits while a dude’s eating them out?”

That’s an annoyingly accurate observation. I do love playing with my tits when a guy goes down on me. I love nipple stimulation so much I went and got my them pierced to make them more sensitive.

“Maybe you’re used to being with women who have to help you get them there, but Carlos has never had that issue.”

Doing what he does best, Vincenzo ignores me again and says, “You also didn’t want the dude talking to you.”

“I like silence,” I say with a shrug.

“No one likes fucking in silence, Amalia.”

“Well, I do.” Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stand up, taking the sheet with me, and stomp over to Vincenzo. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a shower.”

“The need to wash that meathead off your body is overwhelming, huh?”

I take a deep breath, regaining my composure, and say, “Unless you’re here to talk about port access, it’s time for you to leave.”

Vincenzo’s eyes move down to my lips before sliding back up to my eyes, and there’s humor behind them. “Now I know why you’re so wound up all the time.”

I raise a brow at him but remain silent. He takes that as a sign to continue.

“I would be too if I was having to fake my orgasms.”

“Excuse me?” I scoff out.

He chuckles. “You think I don’t know the look of a satiated woman?”

“Did you lose reception on that security camera of yours or…?”

Vincenzo raises a brow at me. “Oh, you think I don’t know what a woman sounds like when she’s having an orgasm either?

” He leans down and softly brushes my hair back over my shoulder.

His fingers graze my skin, causing goose bumps to break out, and he whispers in my ear, “Because I bet my life that bullshit you just pulled with Carlos wasn’t the first time you’ve faked it with him. ”

Leaning back, Vincenzo laughs again, licking his lips in the process.

“Wow, you have some fucking nerve.”

“I’m going to ask you again, Amalia. What was the point of all of this? You clearly wanted me to witness this bullshit, but what I want to know is why ?”

I remain silent, staring up at him and the cocky expression on his face. I wanted Vincenzo to catch me and Carlos to get under his skin, and since he snuck into my room in the middle of the night, I’m going to assume I was successful. But now that I have him here, what really was the point?

Vincenzo lets out a humorous scoff and shakes his head in small movements as if he’s just realized something. Raising a brow, he says, “You weren’t trying to make me jealous now, were you?”

Now it’s my turn to let out a scoff. “Jealous?” My grip tightens on the sheet I have wrapped around me.

“No, I wasn’t trying to make you jealous.

” I tilt my head to the side and raise a brow at him.

“But now that you mention it, you’re the one who broke into my room after watching me and Carlos. Did I get under your skin, Vincenzo ?”

He takes a few deep breaths, the movement lifting his chest and stretching the material of his jacket. It seems I’ve irked him.

“But wait… I can’t possibly get under your skin when I’m nothing but a sex trafficker, right? I’m not the type of person you want anything to do with.”

Vincenzo remains quiet. His lips have flattened, and his eyes narrow in on mine. After a few seconds, he finally says, “You’re right. I don’t want anything to do with someone like you.”

His words shouldn’t have an effect on me, but they do. How can I be attracted to this asshole and care what he thinks of me?

“And yet, here I am, in your room. Would you like to know why?”

“I’m dying to know,” I say deadpan.

He chuckles with a shake of his head. “Because I can’t seem to get you out of my head, Amalia.”

My breath hitches, and I’m not sure I heard him correctly. That was the last thing I expected him to confess. He takes a step toward me, invading the space between us, and the air gets heavy. I take a deep breath, my grasp tightening in the sheet.

“I can see the excitement in your eyes at my words.” His voice is low, and there’s a command in his tone I can’t seem to pinpoint. “You want to know what it’s like to have an actual orgasm from a man?”

“I’ve had plenty of orgasms from men,” I scoff out.

Vincenzo chuckles and slowly invades my space even more, causing me to take a step back and bump into the edge of the bed. “That may true, but the one you just had in your bed doesn’t know what the fuck to do with a woman like you.”

I swallow sharply.

“You think I don’t know when a woman’s having an orgasm while getting eaten out? The way she arches her back and tangles her fingers in her man’s hair, clinging onto him for dear life while she rides out the fucking high he’s giving her?”

My mouth goes dry, so I lick my lips. Vincenzo tracks the movement before bringing his gaze back up to mine. His brown irises have darkened to nearly black, and before I know it, he rips the sheet away from me, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Get on the bed, Amalia,” he says, and there’s the command in his voice again.

“No,” I say, doing my best to cover myself from him, but it’s no use.

Raking his gaze down my body, then back up, he runs his fingers along my collarbone, then wraps his hand around the front of my neck. The sensation causes the fine hairs on my body to stand on end. “I’m only going to ask you one more time. Get. On. The bed. Amalia.”

I don’t want to give into him, but the fact this moment has me more excited than anyone has ever made me, has me begrudgingly submitting to him, intrigued to see what he does next.

I sit on the edge of the bed, and Vincenzo takes a step back, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lay down,” he says, and I reluctantly abide.

“Now, since you decided to put on a show for me, I’m going to do the same for you,” he says.

My brows furrow.

“Take off your bra.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Take off your bra, Amalia.”

“You’re going to have to make me,” I snap.

He raises an amused brow at me. “Oh, that can be arranged.” He steps toward the bed.

You know what, fuck this. “Fine,” I snap. He wants to play, I’ll play. Reaching around, I unsnap my bra, slide it off, and throw it at him.

He catches it effortlessly, and a smile forms on his face before he rolls it up and stuffs it in his suit jacket.

“I like that bra,” I say.

“That makes two of us,” Vincenzo says while removing his jacket and tossing it at the foot of the bed.

He stands at the edge of the bed and looks down at me. It’s a position most would feel insecure in, given the circumstances, but there’s something about the way he’s taking in my naked body that empowers me. That, and I’m not going to back down from this game he’s trying to play.

His gaze lowers to my breasts, and an appreciative smirk tugs at his lips. “Bars, huh?”

I glance down at the straight bars pierced through each of my nipples, then slide my gaze back up to Vincenzo’s. “I like the way they feel.”

“I’m sure you do,” he says, amused, turning his attention to the nightstand. “You have a vibrator, I’m sure?”

“Yes?”