Page 45 of Prince of Vice

"Time to get back to work." I turn my attention back to the case files spread out across my desk, trying to focus on the upcoming trial. But no matter how hard I try, my thoughts keep drifting back to the list and the dark desires it represents - desires I now share with the enigmatic man I am defending.

"Damn you, Primo," I whisper, my pulse racing. "You're making it impossible to concentrate." The words hang in the air, a testament to the power he holds over me, both in and out of the courtroom.

I imagine submitting myself to him, and I shudder at the thought of what lies beneath the surface of his desires. My hand drifts lower as I sit at my computer desk, fingertips teasing the fabric of my panties. Just as sensation begins to build, a sudden chime pulls me back to reality. It's a text message from Primo.

Isabella, why haven't you told me that you've arrived home safely?

Sorry, I’ve been distracted.

By what?

Your list.

I hesitate for a moment before hitting send.

I've been researching some of the things on it.

Have you completed it?

Yes, I have.

Good. I'm pleased.

There's something in the brevity of his response that sends a thrill down my spine.

Tell me, Isabella. Has your research had any... effects on you?

Effects?

I pause, considering my answer.

Yes, I suppose you could say that. Some of what I've learned has... turned me on.

Interesting.

I can almost hear the smile in his words.

Are you in need of release, Isabella?

My cheeks flush as I read his question. My fingers hover over the keyboard, debating whether or not to admit my desperation. Finally, I relent.

Yes, I desperately am.

Very well. I could use a release myself. If you assist me in this, then I will reward you and allow you to come.

Assist you how?

My heart is pounding with anticipation.

Let's engage in a little game. We can take turns describing our fantasies to one another. Each of us will offer a scenario, and the other will respond in kind. Let's see if we can push each other to the edge without ever touching one another.

It's a tantalizing proposition, one that makes my breath catch in my throat. I can't help but be seduced by the idea of building this intimate connection with Primo through words alone.

I'm intrigued. Let's play.

Excellent. Why don't you start?

I pause for a moment, considering the countless fantasies that have been swirling through my mind since I began exploring his list. Finally, I settle on one that has been particularly haunting me.

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