“That girl is Arturo Barone’s daughter.”
“I just figured that out,” I said. “Why did she bring me in here?”
Vince stepped toward me. “I don’t know. But you’ve been a very bad girl, coming in here.”
“I was just following her. I didn’t even know who she was.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Still. You should know not to go places you’re not welcome.”
“How did you know we were here?” I asked, screwing my face up.
He shrugged. “Security told me.”
“You’re watching me?”
He laughed. “Of course we are. When you’re wandering around, you’re under surveillance.”
I stared at him, anger welling up in me. “You’re spying on me?”
“Not when you’re in your room, we’re not. But we can’t just let a girl from the Russian mob wander around on her own, you know.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. I hated the idea that they were watching my every move, but it made sense. They didn’t know who I was or what I wanted. They had to be careful.
It still pissed me off.
“Fine. Let’s go,” I said, moving to get past him.
He grabbed my wrist. “Not so fast.”
I gasped as he pulled me against him. I stumbled and landed with my face against his chest, my arms around him. I looked up at him, surprised, and he just grinned down at me.
This delicious, incredible smile.
Then he reached around and grabbed my ass again.
“You—” I reached back my hand and went to slap him.
He caught my wrist. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
“You can’t just do that,” I said.
“Tell me you don’t like it,” he repeated.
“Just stop,” I whispered, looking away.
“That’s what I thought. You’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you?”
“Of course not,” I lied.
But I was. Waves of excitement were bursting through me, threatening to overwhelm me.
“Liar,” he said. He grabbed my chin, tipping my face toward him. “There’s nobody watching us right now.”
“How do you know?”
“Arturo won’t allow cameras inside this room. We’re completely alone.”
Completely alone with Vince Mori, the man I wanted and needed and hated.
He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me hard.
For a second, I thought I might run.
But that second passed over, and I pressed myself against him, throwing my body into the kiss. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t help it. He was right: I wanted him. Every time he touched me, every dirty word, it all drove me absolutely wild.
Lust was driving my mind, pure and simple, as I kissed him hard.
We were alone in a room surrounded by nothing but green and blue as I began to lose myself in his mouth, his strong body, his arms.
12
Vince
The girl kissed me back with a frenzy I hadn’t expected.
I knew she wanted me; it was so obvious. It was just a matter of taking what I wanted. As soon as I pulled her against me and felt that perfect, round ass, I knew she was mine.
I knew she was going to give herself to me one way or the other.
I couldn’t stop myself. She tasted so fucking good, like flowers and fucking candy or some shit. It drove me wild, made my cock absolutely hard. I couldn’t resist it as I pressed my hands against her body, cupping her firm, round ass, pressing her against me.
And she responded. She ran her hands through my hair as I slowly pressed my hand down the front of her shorts. She gasped and let out a soft moan when I found her panties, absolutely soaking wet.
“I knew it,” I grunted in her ear. “I had to feel for myself.”
“Fine,” she gasped as I began to rub her. “You caught me.”
“You’re soaked through. I knew you wanted it. You’ve been dreaming about my thick cock between your legs, haven’t you?”
“No,” she said, and I loved it. “Not even a little bit.”
I slowly slipped my hand down beneath her panties and found her clit, swollen and soaked. I began to rub it, and she let out soft moans. I pressed my mouth against hers, kissing her again, and she continued to moan as I stroked her clit.
I slowly slipped my fingers down and pressed them inside her. She went stiff, grasping my arms, moaning softly as I stroked in and out of her tight little pussy.
“Vince, shit,” she said. “We might get caught.”
“Nobody comes in here,” I whispered. “I can do whatever I want to you.”
“Vince,” she gasped as I rubbed her, moaning. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
“I know, princess,” I said. “I want to make you feel good, show you how it is to be with me, make you remember what I can do to that fucking sexy body.”
“We shouldn’t,” she moaned.
“We should, because I fucking want to.” I pressed her back, pushing her up against the trunk of a big tree-like plant. She gasped as I pressed her against it, pinning her there, my fingers working her clit.