“No, I don’t.”
“A woman faking it with you.”
“Never happened.”
Smacked my lips. “Vincenzo let the ego relax for a second, you’ve never had a woman fake it with you during sex?”
“Hell, no!”
“Hard to believe.” I pursed my lips together.
“I can more than satisfy a woman, see Angelina is still calling.”
“She's a stalker, so it doesn’t count.” I chuckled at my joke, and he laughed for the first time seeing his smile felt warm.
He wiped his hand down his face.
The car arrived at a different location, which caused me to perk up. The guard at the gate nodded at Carter, then opened the gate for the limo to pull inside. My breath halted for a split-second. A huge mansion sat on large acres of land. Cars sat out front.
“Where are we?”
“My house.”
“Why?”
“I need to change and go to a party.”
“What about me?”
“You're staying here.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” Vincenzo hopped out of the car.
I chased him.
“You are locking me up again.” I accused him of continuing to punish me for my mistakes.
“For your safety.”
I pouted, stomped my foot. “Not fair, Vinny.”
He abruptly halted his steps, turning and causing me to bump into chest. “How many times do I need to say not to call me Vinny?” Stretching his arms around my waist.
“Once you give me the real reason.”
“Vincenzo is my name.”
“I like calling you Vinny.” I teased, trying to get under his skin. He sensed I pissed him off on purpose, but he made it easy.
“Vinny is a nickname that Angelina thinks I like. She’s one of many women who I let suck my dick. Now, unless you want to be one of those women…” He cocked a brow up, taunting me.
I squeezed my thighs tight. I could keep the games up, but him leaving me alone while he went out to have fun was out of line.
“Seriously, Vincenzo, I want to come with you—or you can drop me off at Cassandra’s place.”
He sighed. “If I take you with me, then you have to keep your mouth shut. Understand?”