Page 18 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

He scoffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “Come on, Amalia. You know I was spying on you guys, which means you know I know everything.”

I raise a brow at him and nod. “Exactly. So why did you call me that when you know I’m not?”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he says, “Just because you haven’t done the action yet, doesn’t mean you aren’t one.”

Okay, valid.

“The fact that you came up with the idea in the first place makes you just as bad.”

That has me crinkling my brows but also has a fire igniting in me at the hypocrisy.

“First of all, it wasn’t my plan, and secondly, we’re cut from the same cloth, Vincenzo. You’re going to sit there and tell me you’ve never kidnapped a person in your life? You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

He clenches his teeth, and I mentally pat myself on the back for striking a nerve. “Of course it was your plan!” he yells, ignoring everything else that came out of my mouth. “I heard it on the camera. Carlos said you’re the one who came up with it.”

“How much of that conversation did you actually hear?”

He narrows his gaze on me and shifts his jaw. “Enough.”

“Clearly not, because if you had continued watching, you would know that I ended up reaming Carlos out for suggesting something I had already told him we weren’t going to do.”

“Excuse me?” he says, astonishment ringing through his voice as he raises a brow so high it practically hits his perfect hairline.

“That plan was not my idea. I never wanted to kidnap anyone, and I still don’t. That’s why I’ve been trying to figure out another way to get my uncle what he wants.”

“Good luck with that,” he scoffs out, and it has me grinding my teeth.

“Wait a second,” I say, finally understanding why he’s been a fucking asshole to me. “This is why you’ve been an absolute dick to me. That day in the alleyway when you cornered and threatened me like a crazed man—that’s because you thought I was going to take your family.”

“I’m still not convinced you weren’t,” he grinds out.

“Oh, come off it already. Pull up the footage and watch the entire thing, because I have nothing to hide. You might think I’m the world’s biggest piece of shit, but it looks like due to a fucking miscommunication on your part, you’re the world’s biggest piece of shit.”

Vincenzo closes the space between us so quickly it’s almost as if he teleported. His hand is in my hair, tugging it back so my head is angled to meet his gaze. “You’re lying,” he growls out.

“I’m not,” I laugh out. “You’ve painted this inaccurate portrait of me, to what? Help you not feel this attraction to me? Clearly, it hasn’t fucking helped since you were finishing on my chest just the other night.”

His heated gaze gets darker, and he lets out a growl as he pushes me back onto his bed. He hovers over me with my arms pinned above my head, and the crazed look in his eyes has me laughing.

“Wow,” I say. “How does it feel knowing you have me all wrong?”

“I don’t have you all wrong. Regardless of your stupid kidnapping plan, you’re still a sex trafficker. The lowest of the low,” he spits out.

“And that’s where you’re wrong again,” I snap, hating that he thinks he can use that against me. “Yes, I’ve had to turn a blind eye and keep out of the things my uncle does, but I never— and would never —engage with something like that.”

He looks between my eyes as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m telling him the truth.

“I know that doesn’t make me much better than him, but if you think I’m out here stuffing innocent people in shipping containers, you’ve got it all wrong. It’s a part of the business that I hate , and it’s hopefully a part that won’t be with us much longer.”

“What does that mean?” he asks, furrowing his thick brows.

I shake my head. “Nevermind what it means.”

He shifts my wrists into one of his hands and wraps his other around my neck and squeezes. “What. Does. That. Mean?” he repeats, enunciating each word.

I roll my eyes, knowing this isn’t a battle worth fighting. “Let’s just say, I’m not the only one who disagrees with how my uncle runs certain aspects of the business.”

Vincenzo continues to pierce me with his gaze, looking back and forth between my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time, and just when I think he’s going to release me and pull away, he mutters, “Fuck this,” then drops his mouth to mine, searing me with a kiss that is unlike any other I’ve had before.

I should fight him off after the way he’s treated me, but his soft, yet desperate lips move against mine in a way that would have me buckling at my knees if I wasn’t already lying on this bed.

“Fucking hell, Amalia. You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he mumbles against me.

I continue kissing him back, getting lost in the lust of Vincenzo DiMaggio while our tongues glide against one another over and over.

“I’ve fucking imagined this so many damn times, and hated myself every minute of it, knowing the person you are,” he mumbles again, and that drags me out of the moment, reminding me of the asshole who has me pinned to this bed.

His grip loosens around my wrists, giving me the chance to break free from his hold and push his chest so I’m rolling us and putting him onto his back.

Vincenzo’s eyes widen, but when I give him a sly smile and run my hand down the front of his shirt, the smirk comes back on this cocky son-of-a-bitch’s face.

“I have a fun idea,” I say, oozing as much fucking sex appeal into my voice as possible.

His brows quirk up. “Oh, yeah?”

I roll my lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it. His eyes are so honed in on the action, he doesn’t even realize I reached over to grab the two sets of handcuffs in his nightstand until I’m holding them up in front of him.

“I see someone got a little curious while I wasn’t here,” he says.

I give him a shrug. “What can I say, I’m a nosy bitch. Now, where can we put these things?” I say, looking around at the solid headboard.

“Check under the pillows,” he says slyly.

I move the pillows, and lo and behold, there’s a metal bar that runs across the bottom of the headboard.

I raise a brow at him. “Wow, I’m impressed. Did you have this custom made for you, or…?”

He shrugs with that cocky-ass look still on his face. “What can I say, I like a little kink.”

I’m sure you do.

Taking the handcuffs, I close one of them around his wrist.

“Oh, you’re restraining me ?” he says, and the shock in his tone actually surprises me.

“You don’t want to play?” I give him the sweetest smile I can muster.

“Usually, I’m the one who plays, but…”

“So this’ll be a first for you, then.” I clasp the other cuffs around his other wrist.

Leaning over, I bring my lips to his ear, and they brush against him when I whisper, “Don’t worry. I promise to go easy on you for your first time.”

A small groan escapes Vincenzo’s lips, and I lift his wrists above his head and secure them to the bar.

“Now, where should we start?” I say, running my gaze up and down his body. “These clothes will not do.” I tsk.

I slowly unbutton his shirt and spread it open, displaying the ridiculously chiseled abs he has on his stomach.

Of course this man is carved from fucking stone.

“You like what you see?” He grins.

I roll my eyes and shake my head while unbuckling his belt. “You don’t need me to inflate that already ginormous ego of yours.”

He chuckles.

After taking off his shoes, I pull down his pants and come into contact with the one thing I haven’t been able to get off my mind since the other night, no matter how hard I’ve tried.

Sliding my fingers under the waistband of his black boxer briefs, I slowly pull them down.

My eyes never leave his erection while I toss them to the floor, and my mouth salivates at the sight before me.

Vincenzo’s thick cock stands tall, giving me an even better view of the ladder that lines his shaft.

I drag my gaze up to his, and he’s lying there, handcuffed to his bed, as relaxed as can be. Too bad for him I’m about to change all that.

I crawl over him until I’m straddling his waist, lean forward, and wrap my hand around the cuff on his wrist, squeezing it until it’s tight—hopefully too tight—around his wrist.

“Damn… you got that tight enough?” he asks.

“ That is for edging me the other night.”

Vincenzo’s eyes narrow in on mine while I wrap my hand around the cuff on his other wrist and do the same thing.

He drags his gaze away, whipping it to his wrist, and says, “Ow, what the fuck , Amalia?”

“And that is for coming all over my chest.”

I graze the tip of my nail down his chest that’s now heaving, surely with confusion as to the situation he’s gotten himself in.

“Now, tell me,” I whisper, dragging my nail over the hard ridges of his stomach until I’m right above his cock. “How does it feel to be the one being fucked with?”

Before Vincenzo can react, I roll myself off the bed and stand on the edge with a look of satisfaction on my face.

“What the hell are you doing? Get me out of these now ,” he demands.

“Oh, stop being so dramatic,” I say as I walk over to the couch that will give Vincenzo a perfect view of what I have in store for him. “Besides, after everything that’s happened, it’s only fair that I serve you with the same respect you served me, right?”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” he grinds out, as I take a seat on the couch and slowly spread my legs apart.

Drawing my fingers up my thighs, I say, “It means, maybe it’s time I show you what I really sound like when I’m having an orgasm.”

His eyes are locked on my hand as I lift the hem of my skirt. “Amalia …” he says, his tone changing to a desperate plea for more.

“Shh, just relax and enjoy the show, will you?” I say, pulling my vibrator out of my pocket.

“I see my handcuffs aren’t the only thing you found.”

“Yeah, and don’t think I forgot about my bra. You interrupted me before I could find it.”

Bringing the vibrator to my pussy, I slide it along the lace fabric.