Page 32 of His to Break

“Twenty-five, twenty-four…”

Vinnie scrambles off my lap and runs from the room. If I wanted to, I could call up an app on my phone and watch her on the security cameras she has no idea are dotted around the apartment. Instead, I decide to be a good sport and play her game without cheating. I slowly count down to zero before getting up from the bed.

“Time’s up, principessa,” I call. “I’m coming for you.”

As I walk along the corridor, I wonder why Vinnie wants to do this when she was so upset just minutes ago. Is she hoping to erase the unpleasant experience she just had? Perhaps she’s trying to prove to me she has an adventurous side after freaking out about me fucking her ass. Whatever her motivation is, I’ll give her what she asked for.

I don’t check the guest bedrooms and bathrooms as I pass them. I would have heard the doors opening and closing. Vinnie’s probably sought somewhere to hide in the living room or kitchen, maybe even my home office. There are more options for concealment in those rooms.

When I enter the main living space, I do a quick visual sweep and decide it’s probably too bright and open. Vinnie could have ducked behind one of the sofas, but I think she’ll have chosen somewhere less obvious. She’ll want to make me work to find her.

I head into the kitchen. Most of the cabinets are too small for her to fit in but there’s a walk-in pantry. It’s empty. She isn’t in the laundry room behind the kitchen either. There’s a door behind the shelves that leads to a staircase. At the bottom is an exit to the street that can only be opened from the inside. It’s an additional escape route in case anyone ever breaches the building’s defenses and gets into the apartment. I haven’t shown Vinnie this way out yet, and I doubt she found it by herself. Since I’m sure she’s not in here, I walk back out into the living room.

This game is testing my patience. When I get my hands on my mischievous bride, she’ll be sorry for making me wait. She asked me to be rough with her and that’s precisely what she’s going to get.

Vinnie

Cool air whispers over my skin, but that’s not what raises the goosebumps on the backs of my arms. My entire body is bristling with anticipation of what will happen when Leo finds me. With each passing moment, my arousal grows. I asked him to hold me down and fuck me roughly. It’s what I need right now, and I know he’ll deliver. He’s bound to be pretty worked up after searching for me for five minutes and I want him to unleash his frustration upon me.

Though he was incredibly patient when I freaked out about him claiming my ass, something I’m just not ready for, I don’t think it comes naturally to Leo. My husband is a what I want, when I want it kind of guy. He’ll be fit to explode by the time he finds me and I can’t wait for him to make me pay.

Hiding out on the huge balcony that runs along the length of the apartment was a genius idea. It’s about the last place Leo would think to look. It’s risky, though, to come outside without a scrap of clothing on. As far as I can tell, nobody can overlook us out here, but Leo may still be pissed at me for venturing outdoors.

I’ve not done anything to conceal myself, other than crouching in the shadows against the wall. There’s a metal table and a couple of chairs here, but they’re not big enough to hide behind. It’s sparse out here. I’m guessing Leo doesn’t use the space. He doesn’t strike me as the type to bask in the morning sun while nibbling on a croissant and sipping an espresso. I’d like to cheer this neglected area up a bit, maybe buy some plants. I suppose I should check if Leo’s okay with me making changes. There’s a lot I’d like to do to make myself feel more at home.

As I’m considering what furniture I might have out here, the glass door slides open. Leo steps out onto the balcony, gloriously naked. His head swivels from left to right as he looks around.

“Fuck!” he curses. “Where are you?”

He turns to go back inside and pauses. He looks straight at me, a feral grin spreading across his face.

“Oh, principessa, you are in for it now.”

He stalks over to where I’m sitting on my haunches. As he reaches for me, I duck under his arm, intending to run back inside. Before I make it three steps, Leo grabs me by the waist and pulls me to the floor. I end up flat on my face with him on top of me. His weight presses down on me, making escape impossible.

“Fight me,” he growls in my ear.

My heart stutters for a second as I process what he said. He wants me to fight him? I’ve never done anything like that before. Then again, I’ve hardly had any sexual experience until now.

Do I like the idea of struggling and having him subdue me? My clit certainly thinks I do if the pulsing sensation is anything to go by.

My pulse races as Leo props himself up on the palms of his hands, giving me enough space to roll onto my back. I put my hands on his shoulders and push as hard as I can. It’s a feeble attempt to get him off me.

“Come on, principessa,” he taunts. “Show me what you Bianchis are made of.”

My lip curls into a snarl. “I thought I was a Volante now.”

His answering smirk as I narrow my eyes at him pisses me off.

“Prove it.” His smug, challenging tone is the last straw.

Balling up my fist, I throw a punch at him. Lying in this position, I can’t get much power behind it and Leo doesn’t even flinch as I strike him. I doubt I’d make an impact even if I got a decent swing at him.

“Is that all you’ve got?” His eyes glimmer with amusement.

I hit out at him with my fists again and again, but my efforts are futile. Leo easily catches both of my wrists and forces my hands up over my head. His erection prods my thigh as he presses his weight down on me. Bucking my hips, I put all my energy into throwing Leo off me. It’s like pushing against a brick wall.

“Come on, Vinnie, you’re not even trying.”

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