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smut warning.

The street lamps blur as Vincenzo steps on the gas again. He's clearly in a rush to get us back to the penthouse and I am kind of worried of what he has planned for us tonight.

The traffic at this time of the night is practically non-existant on these parts of the city. The street lamps illuminate the sidewalks for anyone walking by.

Vincenzo steps on the gas once more, causing this beast of a car to jump forward as it accelerates. He keeps his eyes on the road while his one hand is on the steering wheel and the other tightly grips onto my thigh.

We move into a more crowded street and he slows down. People cross the street, not caring that crazy cab drivers while run them over.

His hand slowly underneath my dress, his cold fingers grazing over my inner thigh.

"If you want me to stop, tell me," he rasps through his thick Italian accent. His eyes stay on the road as a small smirk forms on his lips.

I shake my head, "I don't want you to." He chuckles as he nods. His index finger gently loops around the cotton material of my underwear, my stomach twisting at his simple motion.

"Lift your hips for me," he says, but it sounds more like a demand, which I follow in a heartbeat.

He effortlessly pulls my underwear down with his one finger, leaving me bare for him underneath my dress.

"Hmmm," he hums and finally turns his head to look at me. His stormy eyes are clouded with lust and want, my eyes probably reflecting the same thing to him.

He unloops his finger from my underwear and pulls his hand out from underneath my dress. "Turn for me," he says causing my brows to furrow in confusion.

It takes a moment but I get an idea of what he wants and slowly turn my entire body in the seat to face him. He grabs my left leg and pulls me even closer to his seat.

His hand dives back between my legs and he violently grabs the material of my underwear. Like it's some cheap piece of cloth, which it most definitely isn't, he rips my underwear from my body.

I gasp at the sudden motion and he chuckles. He pulls the material out from between my legs and holds it up in front of me. The black material is now bunched up in his hand as he victoriously smiles at himself.

His eyes drop down to my thighs and he licks his bottom lip like I'm some meal, his meal, waiting to be devoured. "Beautiful," he sighs out of satisfaction as he throws the piece of material down at his feet.

He grabs my one leg and throws it to the side so it fits between opening between the two seats. "How flexible are you?" He asks and my brows furrow once more. I watch as he leans over to the side and slowly lifts my leg.

Not to brag but I'm super flexible. Those years of gymnastics and ballet as a kid have paid off.

His eyes grow wide when the heel of my shoe rests on the dash, and this is not the furthest I can bend. "I'm more flexible than this," I say with a giggle as I bend my other leg to get more comfortable.

I'm literally bare in front of this guy and don't have the urge to cover up.

"Very flexible," he says as his eyes run over my stretched out leg. "We are going to have some wild sex soon," he says slowly to emphasis every single word. "But for now, I'll do this..."

I suck in a sharp breath as his cold finger runs up my clit, pressing down against it for a second before trailing back down.

This goes on for a good minute, his finger slowly trailing up and down my clit, occasionally pressing down against, driving me up the wall by every motion.

All the nerves bunched up in my clit physically throb against his finger each time he presses against it. Soft moans escape my lips as I try to suppress them.

I look down at my lap to see how his entire hand is hidden underneath my dress and between my thighs.

For some reason, that turns me on even more.

"You are a very good girl," he mumbles and my eyes snap up to his. Good girl kink. He rubs circles faster over my clit and my eyes flutter shut. "No, look at me," he demands, slowing his movements.

I struggle but eventually open my eyes, hoping he doesn't stop his movements. He slides a single finger inside of me and I try my hardest to quiet my moans.

"Don't keep it in," he demands but I ignore him as I fight to keep my moans silent.

"Amore," he rasps through his lustful tone and I lift my gaze up to his silvery eyes. "Who's your Daddy amore?" I choose to not give him the satisfaction just to tick him, and that quickly works as his jaw clenches.

He stops his hand's movements and glares at me. "Come on amore, who's your Daddy? Chi è Papi?" He whispers with a smirk and I keep my mouth closed. [Who is Papi?]

He groans as he pushes his hand out from between my thighs. He pushes my leg down from the dash and I push my dress down to cover myself.

"You're being a brat," he grits through clenched teeth.

The engine roars and the street lights become a colourful blur. I quickly lift my other leg from between the seats and turn in my seat.

The rest of the car ride goes by like the blurred streetlights, only the sounds of the engine and my nervous breathing being heard.

Vincenzo parks the car in the underground parking lot of the hotel and does not waste time to get out of the car. He closes his door and is quickly at my door. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, nervous on why he's rushing us so much.

I attempt to walk slowly but he glares at me when he sees what I'm trying to do. In a swift motion, he picks me up bridal style, his hold on me tighter than usual.

He walks to the elevator and pushes one of the buttons, the glimmering gold doors sliding open a second later. He steps inside and he presses the button for his penthouse.

Before I even know it, he is walking into his dark penthouse, the motion sensors not permitting any light to turn on for some reason.

The walk up the stairs doesn't take too long as he rushes down the hallway to his bedroom. He opens the door and steps inside his dark room. I let out a heavy breath as he throws me onto his soft bedding.

He flips me onto my back and opens my legs a bit, my core bare to him once more. "You want to be a brat? Fine," he grits while grabbing the buckle of his belt.

The silver buckle glimmering and shinning underneath the moonlight that's sneaking in through the cracks between the dark curtains catches my attention as he pulls the belt loose.

He wraps it around his left hand, my heart racing in that moment. He leans forward so his face hovers really right above mine. His body fits between my legs and he forces my legs to open even wider.

He keeps my thigh pressed down to the bed with his free hand while the belt wrapped hand digs into the sheets next to my head.

"I'm going to ask you one more time bellezza nera, who is your Papi?" He asks and I just smile up at him, being the brat he says I am.

He straigtens up and pulls me by legs to the edge of the bed. He unwraps his belt from his hand and stares at it for a second, probably thinking of what to do with it.

He tosses the belt to the side and the loud clank sound of the metal buckle makes me look in the direction of where the belt went.

"Fine, let's have fun."

His words don't register in my head fast enough due to how quickly his finger plunges into me, a loud moan of both pain and pleasure bursting from my lips.

His finger curls up a bit and I groan, the immense amount of pain and pleasure overwhelming my senses.

He slowly pushes in and out of me, his finger still slightly curled. His movements quicken, my stomach twisting and turning into tight knots.

"Oh..." I moan when he hits the right spot. He says something I can't quite make out underneath his breath but I ignore it as he pushes further up inside of me.

I let out a loud moan as he adds another finger, my mind going dark for a moment when his long, thick fingers touch the back of my walls.

"Fuck..." I gasp out and tightly grab the sheets between my fingers.

"Don't cuss," he says with a smirk as he forces his fingers further up. The pain begins to fade and gets replaced with pleasure.

His fingers curl even more, my eyes threatening to flutter shut, but I force them to stay open.

"Fu–" I slap my hand over my mouth as I try to obey his little rule of cussing. I keep my hand over my mouth to drown out my as they moans get too loud.

"We don't have neighbours, so be as loud as you want amore," he urges while pulling my arm down. My hand slips off my mouth and he smiles down at me. "Let me hear it amore," he says lowly as his fingers slowly pull back inside of me.

I battle to keep my eyes open but Vincenzo slaps my thigh causing my eyes to shoot back open. He slowly pushes his fingers in and out of me, my moans low and stringy.

"My amore," he sighs heavily. I bring my eyes up to his dark eyes and he smiles down at me. "Now, who's Daddy?" He asks, his movements still quick and aggressive.

He really wants me to say it...

"Not... you..." I choke on my words the harder he thrusts in and out of me with just his two fingers.

"You're making me angry neonata," he mumbles, his fingers knuckle deep inside of me.

"Good," I say in a low tone as an attempt to get a rise out of him.

Vincenzo chuckles and stops his movements. "Fine, be a brat," he grits as he pulls his fingers out of me.

I immediately miss the feeling of his thrusts. "Wait, what are you doing? You're not done," I whine because I can still feel the knots in my stomach.

He walks away from the bed and I sit up, my eyes wide with shock. Is he seriously going to leave me like this?

"Enzo," I whisper as I crawl off the bed. My legs almost give out as I try to balance all of my body's weight on my feet.

The tight knots in my stomach are still present and I want them gone but I don't know what to do.

He walks out of his closet with a pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his waist and he has two of his fingers in his mouth.

"You taste good, really sweet," he says as he pulls his fingers out of his mouth. My eyes widen at the realisation that he's licking the fingers that were just inside of me clean. "Go change, time for bed," he says while walking past me.

"You are not going to finish?" I ask while whipping around and he shakes his head as he gets into the bed. "But–"

"I don't want to hear it," he cuts me off in an icy tone.

I groan as I stomp my way to his closet. I pull the dress off my body and grab the nearest shirt and a pair of his boxers. I slip the clothing items onto my body and stomp out of the closet, trying to show him that I'm angry.

"Stomping your feet arund won't make me finish the job amore," he chuckles. I roll my eyes as I climb into his bed and fold my arms over my chest.

He pulls me closer to his body and props himself up with his arm so his face hovers over mine. "Don't get an attitude right now amore. If I could, I'd rip those clothes off you and fuck you over the table over there," he threatens in a gruff tone while pointing to the coffee table set near the window.

"Whatever," I spit in his face while sliping out of his bed. "I'm going to my room." I stomp out of his bedroom and he follows me out. I open the door to my room and close before he could walk in.

I lock it and he tries to open it, the lock only jiggling as the door stays in place. "Open this door!" He barks through the thick wooden door.

I itnore him and spare him a response as I walk to my bed and settle into the cold covers.

"Amore!"

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Heh, he didn't finish her so she won't lie with him, fair? Fair.

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