The kingpin's obsession: Lena

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“I dreamt about you, Lena.” he said as he pulled away from the kiss.

“What a coincidence. I dreamt about you…too…” I laughed. “What was it about?”

Vincenzo didn’t answer me though. He looked at me with a strange look on his face as his thrust seemed to recede. It was almost like worry, or concern? I don’t know. I’ve never seen it before though. The smile on my lips faltered a bit, but before I could ask again he smiled down at me. That look disappearing as though it was never there to begin with as he picked up momentum again. f*****g the thought out my head.

When I finally came, it was with a sharp cry, my body arching off the bed as he followed right after me with a deep, guttural growl that sent goosebumps racing across my skin.

He collapsed on top of me, careful not to crush me, and I wrapped my arms around him, fingers brushing through the damp strands of his hair. We lay like that for a moment—our breathing ragged, our hearts racing in sync.

Then Vincenzo tilted his head and pressed a kiss to my jaw, tender and reverent.

“Okay…” I whispered breathlessly. “Now I’m ready to explore Athens.”

He chuckled lowly and looked at me with a boyish grin that made my chest flutter all over again.

“Good,” he said, finally rolling off me and pulling me into his arms. “But next time you want to greet the sun, wake me up with your mouth instead of your voice.”

“Vincenzo!” I squealed, smacking his chest playfully. He only laughed harder, clearly proud of himself.

With a dramatic groan, he finally got up, walking to the bathroom with that casual grace. I propped an elbow up and stared at his naked back until he disappeared into the bathroom.

Just as I was about to flop back in bed, he stuck his head through the door and said, “You should join me in here.”

“Hm, I dunno. that’s a tempting offer…” I smiled smugly.

“That wasn’t a request, Princepssa.” He added as he walked back into the room with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Vincenzo scooped me out of the bed as if I weighed nothing at all and I couldn’t help but throw my head back and giggle.

“Are we going to have to do this every morning now?” I asked with a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“hmm.” he hummed, the deep rumbling sound vibrating off his chest like the soft purr of an engine. “Every morning, every night. Today, tomorrow, and any chance I get.” he buried his nose in the nape of my neck and I laughed at how cold and ticklish his nose felt against my skin.

When we finally reached the large modern walk in shower, Vincenzo put me down and a shiver went up my back when my bare feet made contact with the cool bathroom tiles. But he didn’t let go immediately. The steam of the hot water rolling around us like tendrils.

“What if I stop loving you…” I asked nervously as I bit my lip. It was probably a stupid question to ask after just 48hrs of me saying ‘I Do’ to him in front of both our families and friends.

Vincenzo put his hand on my cheek, caressing my face tenderly with his thumb, while the other hand remained firmly on my waist. “Even if that ever happened, I don’t think I’ll stop loving you. Even if one day you decide to leave…” he paused, letting his hand that was on my face find its way down my neck, until he reached my shoulder that was tattooed red with bite marks from last night. His finger tugged at the strap of the night dress as he held my gaze. Intense, unwavering. Like a predator as he continued to tug off the straps off my night dress until they were free enough to let the flimsy fabric fall off my body and pool around my feet. His eyes never left mine still, even as I stood completely naked before him now.“…I’ll continue to fight to have you back no matter what. I can’t afford to loose you, Dolcezza.”

“Vince…” his name left my lips without me thinking. The steam from the hot water made me feel lightheaded.

“If you ever have any doubts or need reassurance…” he placed his palm flat against my stomach. “…this child growing in you should be a reminder of my own dying love to you. I put my seed you, put a ring on your finger, and gave you my name. The only thing I can’t give you is my life, because I want to spend each and every last one of those lives with you, no matter how short…or long.” he pecked my lips softly, but deepened it as if to seal his promise. When he finally pulled away I was left breathless and my body pressed against his.

“I was just kidding by the way…I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.” I bit my lip with a smile.

“Good. Now with that cleared up, I think we should address another issue.”

“What Issue?” I tilted my head to the side in confusion, wondering what he meant. It was only when I felt something hard press against my thigh did I realize what he meant. When I looked down, I saw that his towel had come on done, and his d**k was already erect, blood drained from my face as I looked back at him with worry on my face. A dark shadow had fallen on his face, a wicked gleam flashed in his eyes. He smiled down at me and I gulped softly.

“Already?” the word left my throat like a squeak. It hasn’t even been up to thirty minutes since we did it, but he was already hard?!

“Can you really blame me? It can’t be helped when my wife is so sexy.” he whispered into my ear like the devil. Before I could protest, he pulled me into the showers and into the water. He had me pinned against the wall, and held my right leg in his hand. I instinctively held onto his shoulder to hold myself steady when he began to push his d**k into me. An involuntary moan left my lips as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall behind me and surrendered to his will.