Page 51 of Prince of Vice

"Remember last night?" I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. "You disobeyed me, Isabella. You came without permission, and now I can't wait to punish you."

Her eyes darken, and for a moment, she seems to submit, her body yielding to the force of my desires. But then she speaks, her voice trembling with a quiet strength. "I need to be able to do things for myself outside of this mansion, Primo."

"Alright," I relent, releasing her. The heat of her body lingers on my skin as I lead her to my office, the memory of our recent exchange still smoldering within me.

"Constantino and I had a confrontation," I confess, my anger simmering beneath the surface. "I'm growing more concerned about his intentions."

My heart is still pounding from our earlier confrontation when Isabella speaks up, her voice soft but firm. "Primo, I need to tell you something. Late last night, I had a breakthrough in the case."

I raise an eyebrow, curious and wary. "Go on."

"From what I've found, I think... I think I can prove it was Constantino who set you up," she says, her eyes never leaving mine.

The air shifts around us, thick with tension. Shock courses through me as I struggle to process this accusation. "Are you certain?" I ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Isabella hesitates before answering. "The evidence is circumstantial, but it should be enough to create reasonable doubt in the jury's mind."

"Is that a wise strategy?" I question, my thoughts racing. "Accusing my own brother could cause a bigger divide within the family and further threaten our power."

"Is it a better option for you to go to prison for a crime you didn’t commit?" she counters, her eyes flashing with determination. "Think about it, Primo. You don't have to make a decision right now, but you need to consider the possibility."

"Give me a few days," I say, my mind churning with conflicting emotions. "I need time to think about whether pinning this on Constantino is really the right move."

"Alright," she agrees reluctantly, and I nod my thanks. With so much at stake, I need to weigh my options carefully.

Eager to shift the conversation to less volatile territory, I clear my throat. "Now, about that sexual preference list you completed."

Isabella hands me the paper, her cheeks flushing pink. As I review her answers, a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. "Interesting," I murmur, feeling my cock stiffen at the thought of the delicious things I plan to do to her body.

"Interesting?" she repeats, curiosity lacing her voice. "How so?"

"There are a number of things on this list that you said you'd like to try together," I explain, the anticipation and lust building within me. "I'm excited about the idea of teaching these things to you."

Unable to resist teasing her further, I add, "As for your punishment for coming without permission last night... I've decided on orgasm denial."

Her eyes widen, but I see a spark of desire flicker deep within them. This game we're playing, it's only just begun, and I can hardly wait to see where it leads us.

"Isabella, I'd like to negotiate a scene with you now," I say, my voice firm but gentle. She nods her agreement, and I continue, "I'm going to tell you everything I intend to do to you, and you may refuse anything I say."

As we sit in the dimly lit office, I notice her eyes flicker with curiosity and anticipation. "I want to tie you down on the bed, spank you, and touch you freely," I explain. "This being our first scene together, I plan to take things slow and make sure you respond well to it."

"Okay," she breathes out, her cheeks flushed with excitement. I can't help but feel the arousal building within me as I watch her squirm in her seat.

"Remember, Isabella, don't just agree because you're excited. Make sure you're truly comfortable with everything," I remind her with a stern gaze. She takes a few minutes, biting her lip and considering my words before finally nodding her understanding and agreement.

"Let's talk about safe words," I say, eager to establish clear boundaries for both of our sakes. "We'll use the stoplight system. If you're uncomfortable but don't want to stop, say 'yellow.' If you want the scene to stop immediately, say 'red.'"

"Should I ever use 'green'?" she asks, her voice quivering slightly.

"Only if I check in with you and ask how you're doing," I explain. "Otherwise, you'll wait to experience what I have planned when I decide it's time." The thrill of control courses through my veins, heightening my arousal even more.

"Understood," she whispers, her eyes wide and filled with trust.

"Follow me," I command as I stand and lead her from the office to my bedroom. With each step, I feel the intensity of my desire grow, fueled by the heady mix of power and vulnerability that our upcoming scene promises.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Isabella

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