VINCENZO’S POV
Lena sat stiffly in my lap, her back straight, hands gripping my shoulder for balance. She was tense, like she wanted to bolt.
From the moment I’d laid my eyes on this woman, I knew, beyond all reasons, that I had to have her.
And when I saw her in that dress, I realized it was far more dangerous than I could have imagined. Her long legs and sexy body, I desired her, but so did the other men. And all I wanted to do was slit out their eyes, and tongues that wagged at her like dogs. She was mine. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her red hair was even brighter tonight, and all I could think about was how I wanted to curl it in my fist, while I pulled her back, thrusting into her over and over again until she was well spent in my arms.
Lena Hart. 21 years old. Psychology
