Page 19 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

Vincenzo’s mouth falls open like he’s about to say something, but his words seem to fail him as his eyes remain fixed on what I’m doing.

“It’s been a while, Vincenzo,” I say, desperation now seeping from my tone. “Tell me, what would you do if you weren’t shackled to that bed right now?”

He continues to watch me slide the vibrator along my underwear, but manages to say, “Why don’t you release me and I’ll show you exactly what I’d do.” His low gravelly tone has me clenching my insides, almost giving into that suggestion, but that would make this too easy for him.

A small chuckle escapes my lips as I pull the thin fabric aside. “That would defeat the whole point of me putting on a show for you , now wouldn’t it?”

Sliding the vibrator up and down my slit, I drench it in my juices. Having Vincenzo’s eyes on me like this has me wetter than ever, and I’m going to take full advantage.

“Mmm, that feels so fucking good, Enzo,” I moan out, lighting up his eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something, but again, no words come out. I glance down at his dick which is now standing at full mass, giving me a perfect view of his piercings. Knowing that playing with myself like this has him so turned on he can’t even speak has me wanting to push him even more.

Pressing the vibrator into my pussy, I can’t help but imagine it’s Enzo’s cock, and I let out another moan. “Your cock feels so fucking good. I need more.” I slide it in and out a few times, enjoying the slick feel of the silicone toy, and enjoying the look on Vincenzo’s face even more.

The heady look in his eyes tells me I have him exactly where I want him. His eyes are still glued on my pussy, so I pull the vibrator out and turn it on, placing it on my clit. I nearly jump out of my skin at the sensation.

“Oh, yes , Enzo. You know exactly what to do to get me there.”

“Careful, Little Hellion,” he growls out. “You have no idea what you’re about to get yourself into.”

A small chuckle pulls from my lips and I raise a brow at him. “On the contrary, I think I know exactly what I’m about to get into.”

Taking a finger, I stick it into my pussy and let another moan. “Oh, yes, Enzo. Please , more of that.”

I slide another finger in, letting my pussy stretch around them while my vibrator pulses against my clit. It’s starting to become too much.

Vincenzo’s eyes are hot on me, searing through my skin, making my blood boil with excitement. He clenches his jaw and his hands squeeze into tight fists. He’s just as affected as I am.

“Harder, please . I need you to take me harder.”

I increase the cadence of my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my vibrator continues to take me higher and higher.

I make eye contact with Vincenzo and he looks like he’s keeping his own orgasm at bay just from watching me work myself up in front of him.

My body begins to tingle and my breath starts to pick up. The desperate look in his eyes pushes me over while my orgasm quakes through me, expanding itself to every fiber of my being.

“Yes, Enzo, fuck yes,” I cry out, throwing my head back into the couch while I work myself through the high.

When I come down from the powerful orgasm, I pull my fingers out and turn my vibrator off. A smirk plays out on my face when I catch the look on Vincenzo’s face. His dark eyes are locked in on mine and his fists are so tense, he looks like he’s about to rip himself out of the handcuffs.

I slide my gaze down to his dick which looks impossibly bigger— harder —than before. His entire body is so tense, I imagine it wouldn’t take much to get him off.

Pushing myself up from the couch, I pull my skirt down and slowly walk back to the bed. Vincenzo doesn’t speak—he doesn’t even move—so I climb back on and straddle him. His penetrating gaze never leaves mine as I do so.

“Thanks for that,” I say with a smirk. “I needed it.”

He clenches his jaw again, but he doesn’t speak, so I bring my vibrator up to his mouth and paint his lips with the glistening tip.

Vincenzo’s chest heaves and his lips part, so I take advantage and push the tip of my toy into his mouth. He closes his eyes, locking his lips around it and lets out a moan, drinking in the taste of me.

When I pull it out, he opens his eyes, locking in on mine and says, “Just as sweet as I fucking imagined.”

A breathe out a chuckle. “And that’ll be the only time you’ll ever experience it.”

His eyes darken and I roll off him again, standing on the edge of the bed.

“What’re you doing, Amalia?” he grinds out, eyes wide. He knows exactly what I’m doing, and it makes me laugh. “You made your damn point. Now, uncuff me from this bed right the fuck now,” he demands.

“You know, I think I’d rather not.”

He yanks at the restraints, causing him to grimace.

I suck in a patronizing breath. “Yeah, that probably didn’t feel too great, huh? I highly suggest you try and not move anymore, or those wrists of yours are going to hate you for it.”

“This isn’t a fucking game anymore.” His tone is deadly, but I couldn’t care less.

I take the keys to the handcuffs out of the nightstand and laugh when Vincenzo’s eyes light up, surely thinking I’m going to release him.

A strong sense of joy runs through me when his face falls flat after he watches me throw the keys across the room.

“Amalia …” he threatens.

Ignoring him, I turn around and walk over to the door, but before I leave, I glance back over my shoulder and say one last thing. “Next time, think about who you’re planning on fucking with before actually fucking with them. You never know when they’re going to bite back.”

And without another word, I leave Vincenzo—and his cries for me to uncuff him—strapped to his bed without a care in the damn world.