Page 44 of Prince of Vice

"So," I say, leaning against the car as she puts her things inside, "how do you like this new ride?"

She laughs, a melodious sound that dances through the air, and shakes her head. "I still haven't forgiven you for getting rid of my old one."

"Ah, bella," I reply playfully, placing a finger to her lips to shush her. "It was time for an upgrade. Must you really leave?" I ask, my voice softening with genuine concern.

"Yes," she answers, her eyes filled with warmth. "But I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

My hand finds its way to her cheek, and without thinking, I pull her into a deep, passionate kiss. Surprised by my own boldness, I feel her return the intensity, our lips moving in sync as if they've known each other for years. We break apart, both breathless, and I look into her eyes, feeling a connection deeper than anything I've ever experienced.

"Text me when you get home safe," I tell her, my voice husky with emotion. "And remember, I expect you back here tomorrow. We have much to discuss – the trial, and our scene negotiation."

"Of course," she smiles, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She slides into the driver's seat, her body bathed in the moonlight, and glances at me one last time before pulling away. I watch her disappear into the night, my chest swelling with a mix of longing and excitement.

As I make my way back into the mansion, its vast emptiness makes me realize how much Isabella's presence has come to mean to me. I climb the grand staircase, feeling my responsibilities on my shoulders, and head straight to my office to confront the issue at hand: the Irish.

I sink into my chair, the leather cool against my skin, and dial a trusted associate. "Find out who's in charge of gun shipments for the Irish," I command, my voice firm but quiet. "And report back to me as soon as you can."

"Understood, boss," they reply before hanging up.

I lean back in my chair, my thoughts consumed with the challenges that lie ahead – both in my business and my burgeoning relationship with Isabella. But beneath the uncertainty, there is an undeniable thrill, a sense of anticipation that keeps the darkness at bay.

I look at the time and realize that the best and only thing I can do now is to get some rest.

I make my way through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, each step ringing with a sense of emptiness that was foreign to me until Isabella's departure. My nightly routine is set in motion: I pour myself a glass of aged whiskey, savoring its rich aroma as it fills my senses. I think of her, of the delicate scent that clings to her skin and the fire that burns within her eyes.

"Tomorrow," I murmur to the empty room, as if saying it aloud might will the hours away more quickly.

I take a sip of the whiskey, letting the liquid warmth soothe my throat before continuing on with my routine. The familiar motions of showering and changing into my nightclothes provide a brief respite from the thoughts that consume me. But as soon as I slide between the cool satin sheets, they return in full force.

Closing my eyes, I envision Isabella – her red hair framing her face like a fiery halo, her full lips parted in anticipation. The thought of her willingness to explore our deepest desires together sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a hunger within me that had long been dormant.

"Isabella," I whisper her name, and it feels like a spell, a sacred incantation that has the power to both save and damn me. My hands roam over my body, seeking the relief that only she seems capable of providing.

I imagine her kneeling before me, the look of complete submission in her eyes as she awaits my command. I consider all the things we'll do together in our exploration, the boundaries we'll push, and the trust we'll build. The fantasies grow darker, more intense, and with each passing moment, my arousal only deepens.

My hand wraps around my cock, stroking it in sync with the images that play behind my closed eyelids. I can almost feel her body against mine, the silkiness of her skin as it yields to my touch. I long to possess her, to claim her in a way that transcends the physical and seeps into the very core of our beings.

"Tomorrow," I repeat, the word a mantra that fuels my desire as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge. The thought of Isabella – of all we will share together – is enough to send me tumbling into the abyss of pleasure, my cries echoing through the otherwise silent mansion.

I lay there, breathless and spent, the taste of whiskey still clinging to my lips. My mind quiets for the first time in what feels like an eternity, and I am left with nothing but anticipation for what tomorrow holds.

"Tomorrow," I whisper once more before succumbing to the darkness, a single word that encapsulates both hope and desire – a promise of things to come.

Chapter Twenty-One

Isabella

I step into my small apartment, the stale air settling around me like an old coat. It's been a few days since I've been here, and I'm not sure it even feels like home anymore. The dim light filtering through the windows casts a somber glow over the place, highlighting the dust that has settled in my absence.

"Home sweet home," I murmur to myself as I begin to unpack my things.

As I fold back the flap of my bag, a piece of paper flutters to the floor. It's the sexual preference list Primo gave me earlier. I pick it up and start to read it over, my heart quickening with each unfamiliar term.

"Edge play? Fire play?" I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "I need to do a bit of research."

Settling down at my computer, I open an incognito browser and tentatively type in the first term. I click on a link and watch as my screen fills with information I never knew existed.

"God, I didn't know there were so many different ways to spank someone," I mutter, shaking my head in disbelief. A few hours later, I've learned more about kinks than I ever thought possible. A few videos shock me, others leave me horrified, but a select few awaken an intrigue deep within me. I complete the list, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension for my meeting with Primo tomorrow.

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