Page 40 of Prince of Vice

In that moment, I have never wanted anything more. His gaze and his words wrap around me like silk and steel, binding me to him completely. And as I surrender to his control, I know I would do anything for Primo Maldonado – anything at all to please him.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours," Primo commands. I obey immediately, feeling the head of his cock press against my lips. A surge of desire courses through me as he grants me permission to take him in. He slides into my eager mouth, and I wrap my tongue around him, savoring the taste and feel of him.

"Such a good girl,” he growls in approval, gripping my hair and guiding my head as he begins to face fuck me. The intensity of the act only heightens my arousal, and I can't help but love every second of it. His filthy words punctuate the air with each thrust, spurring me on to please him further.

"Tell me you want this cock in your wet pussy," he demands, his grip tightening in my hair. I can barely nod, unable to speak with my mouth full of his delicious length. He chuckles darkly at my response. "Pitiful little slut, can't even talk because her mouth is always so full with my dick."

My cheeks burn with humiliation and unexpected pleasure, feeling both degraded and desired in equal measure. He continues to ravage my mouth, his pace relentless and unforgiving.

"Since you didn't tell me you want your pussy fucked, I'll just have to finish down your throat again," he sneers, his tone dripping with derision. "Perhaps you're not quite worthy to receive my cock in that way yet. You'll need to prove yourself before I give you that gift."

As he utters those words, I'm consumed by the need to earn his approval, to show him that I am deserving of the pleasure he could bestow upon me. But for now, I continue to submit to his rough treatment, taking him deeper with each forceful thrust.

Finally, with a guttural moan, Primo reaches his climax, releasing hot streams of cum down my throat. I struggle to swallow it all, choking and gasping as he fills me. He looks down at me with a wicked grin, clearly enjoying my desperate attempts to accommodate him.

"Such a good girl for drinking it all down," he praises, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Now clean the rest of my cum off."

Eagerly, I lick him clean, savoring the taste of his essence, even as I mourn the end of our illicit encounter. He gives me a mocking pout as he holds my chin between his fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You know, I adore it when you're my filthy toy,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You'd look so good doused in my cum." His free hand moves to caress my breasts, his touch both possessive and teasing. "Next time," he continues, kneeling down to capture one nipple between his teeth before biting down, marking me as his, "I'm going to leave my cum all over these perky tits of yours and forbid you from washing it off until it's well and soaked into your skin."

The promise of his words sends another wave of desire crashing through me, my body yearning for the next time we give in to our darkest desires. As I kneel before him, marked and claimed by Primo Maldonado, I start to wonder if this man is truly my new vice.

My body trembles in the aftermath of our dark dalliance, and Primo's lips gently press against mine. His tender kiss is a stark contrast to the raw passion that had consumed us moments before.

"Come back to me, Isabella," he murmurs, his breath warm on my cheek as I struggle to find my bearings.

We sit on the cold, unforgiving floor of the garage, my back leaning against Primo's chest, his arms encircling me protectively. With deliberate care, he removes his suit jacket and drapes it around my naked, dirty form, shielding me from the chill in the air.

"Primo, I... I don't know what came over me," I stammer, suddenly feeling ashamed of my lascivious actions. "I've never..."

"Shh," he hushes me, running his fingers through my disheveled hair. "There's no need for apologies, Isabella. You're never more beautiful than when you submit yourself to me like that."

His words soothe the storm of self-recrimination swirling within me, and a newfound sense of trust and intimacy blossoms between us. Primo's hold on me tightens, and I can feel his heart beating steadily against my back.

"About the trial," he begins, his voice low and serious. "You were right. I won't bribe the witnesses. I trust you to handle it the right way."

The admission takes me by surprise, and my heart swells with something more profound than mere lust: respect, perhaps even admiration, for the man who has just bared his darkest desires to me.

"Thank you, Primo," I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. "That means everything to me."

He grunts softly, his thumb tracing the curve of my jaw. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

Primo stands, his strong arms lifting me with ease. He carries me out of the garage and into the lavish bathroom inside his mansion, the scent of expensive soap and warm water filling my nostrils.

"Close your eyes," he instructs as he lowers me into the steaming bath, the water enveloping me like a comforting embrace.

"Primo," I murmur, feeling vulnerable yet cherished in this moment. "What are we becoming?"

He gazes down at me, his dark eyes reflecting a world of possibility. "Something beautiful, Isabella. Something neither of us can deny."

Primo’s hands are gentle, his touch like a whisper on my skin. His movements are slow and deliberate, as if he is savoring each moment of our shared intimacy. His fingertips brush over me in a soothing caress, and I feel myself begin to relax and let go. His touch speaks of a deep tenderness that I have never felt before.

“Is this alright?” he asks.

“Yes,” I moan my response, leaning into him further.

He washes away the remnants of our sinful encounter, and I find myself yearning for more than just the touch of his body against mine.

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