VINCENZO’S POV
This woman was insufferable! I kept thinking to myself.
Despite being at my mercy, she still wanted to pick a fight. She was pushing me, testing my limit just to see how far I can go. It was obvious she had daddy issues and had problem with authority.
Her red hair was tied in a low bun, stray strands framing her defiant face. That damned skirt had ridden up just enough to give me a view of her thighs—too generous for my fraying patience. And as I leaned in, the curve of her neck that taunted me, soft and bare, begging for my teeth to sink into it. She was a temptation, a sinful indulgence I craved more than I cared to admit. f**k! I wanted to be inside her right now. I could hardly hold myself back around her and it drove me made. No woman had ever had this effect on me
