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With a lascivious grin, I bent down to him, not interrupting the movements of my hips for a second. My finger slid over his chin. "Come for me, Enzo," I whispered softly.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me, pushing me down onto his cock. At the same moment, he came inside me. Hot, twitching, and with an excited sound on his lips.
That's all it took to bring me to orgasm on the spot as well.
I let myself sink down on top of him, enjoying lifting his hand and silently burying them in my hair, still breathing hard.
Sometimes there was simply no need for words.
23
Vincenzo
Can you sit still for a moment? Is that within the realm of possibility?" I asked, annoyed, staring at Amedea through the dark car. All the while, she was bobbing her foot, chewing on the straw stuck in the way-too-large cup of iced coffee she hadtreatedherself toat Starbucks.
Treated was the right word because the coffee cost half a fortune. I ignored that we were sitting in my Lamborghini Sián and was rather amused that Dea gave me an offended sideways glance.
She had a whole stack of paper in front of her, containing the data we had gathered on the guy who had earned the top spot on the hit list.
"I'm excited," she said in defense.
"You don't say," I muttered.
She stuck her tongue out at me, turned her attention back to the coffee, and added slurping noises to the annoyingly tense scenery.
I took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of my nose. Where had I gotten the idea to actually keep taking her? She was doing fine in Tramonti. In the house. Far away from felons I wanted to hang upside down from a tree so I could slit them lengthwise and watch the guts slap the ground in slow motion.
This was not exactly the kind of show Amedea was supposed to see, yet she vehemently insisted on accompanying me and doing her part.
Like sitting in the car on a Friday night watching the house where the guy lived. I needed more information about his habits to plan the kidnapping so it wouldn't be noticed when he disappeared.
However, I was still missing a few details and Dea was more than dogged to bring this information to light with me.
"You know, I think you'd do better behind the screen than on the ground. Less adrenaline."
"And I think you're being insulting," she replied a little flippantly, which amused me.
"I only mean well…"
Dea rolled her eyes. "And I don't feel like seeing the same thing every day."
Carlotta had never complained that she didn't get to see much besides the villa. Why couldn't Amedea take a bit of that indifference and be content with what she had in Tramonti?
Oh yes. She finally had the freedom to do whatever she wanted. Of course, she took full advantage of it – even if it meant putting a heavy strain on my nerves.
You just had to– I interrupted my train of thought, cleared my throat, and refocused on the house, which we could only observe from a few yards away without attracting too much attention.
As far as I knew, the guy had a wife and even children, though I doubted anyone would miss the bastard. He probably not only raped and murdered but also lived out his tyranny at home.
With knowledge like this, it was more difficult to sit quietly in the car and watch. After all, he might have just beaten his wife in there, and you didn't notice the slightest out here.
"When we catch him, though, I'll do it alone. I can't take care of him and keep you safe at the same time," I finally said, suggesting a kind of compromise that sounded halfway okay. At least for me.
Amedea turned her head in my direction. "With the exciting parts, you want to exclude me?"
"Fiero never talks this much when we're out together."
"But that's because he's pandering to you," she shot back.
