Page 17 of Prince of Vice

Her voice drips with sarcasm. She's resilient despite my mounting anger. She's not backing down, and my desire for her is almost overwhelming at this point.

"Alright," I grit out, clenching my fists at my sides in an effort to keep my composure. I realize that she won’t be the one to handle my trial, anyways. For now, I just need to keep her placated so she does good work until I can find her replacement. “I’ll trust you, Isabella. But I swear, if things don't go our way, I'm holding you responsible."

"Fair enough," she replies coolly, her eyes never leaving mine. "But trust me, Primo, when all is said and done, you'll be glad you listened to me."

As we continue to strategize and plan our defense, I'm forced to admit that there's something intoxicating about this woman who challenges me at every turn. She's stubborn, intelligent, and unrelenting, and as much as it infuriates me, it also ignites a fire within me that I've never experienced before.

The moment we agree I won't take the stand, Isabella's eyes gleam with determination. She leans forward in her chair, her fingers tapping on the table as if orchestrating our next move.

"Alright, now that we've settled that, let's talk about slowing down the trial." Her voice is steady and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

"Slowing it down?" I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "I want this over with as fast as possible."

"Primo, we need time to develop a solid defense strategy and look through all the evidence," she argues, her dark eyes locking onto mine with unyielding intensity.

"Listen, Isabella, I don't need—"

"Actually, you do." She cuts me off, her voice rising like a tide. "You're not an expert in legal strategy. This isn't a game of chess; your life is at stake here."

As she speaks, the fire in her eyes burns brighter. The way she challenges me, the way she refuses to back down—fuck, I want to bend her to my will and over several pieces of furniture, until she submits completely.

"Is that so?" I retort, my voice heavy with desire. I can barely concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth as I imagine her on her knees, doing everything I tell her to do. A vivid image flashes before my eyes: Isabella with a gag in her mouth, silencing her protests as she surrenders to me.

A small voice in the back of my mind says that I should start to take things more seriously, given that Charlie hasn’t found a replacement for her. But then another voice counters and says that he’s confident that he will and I’ll be bribing my way out of these charges within a week’s time. So, I allow myself to indulge. I lean into the daydream, thinking about how good it would feel to sit back and command her and then watch her do everything I tell her to.

"Strip," I say to her and she complies immediately. She doesn't argue, she doesn't talk back. She just slowly removes her clothes so that I can see her nakedness and then make use of it.

"Spread those beautiful thick thighs for me and show me everything you've been hiding," I say and she immediately opens her legs for me.

I hum in approval. "Already wet for me, huh?"

"Yes, Sir," she replies immediately.

"Why are you so wet, pretty girl?" I ask her.

"I'm always wet for you, Sir."

Her answer is like music to my ears. "I want to taste your wetness for myself," I say to her. "Come here."

She doesn't hesitate. Within seconds she's taking graceful steps until she's kneeling in front of me, her eyes cast downward in a sign of complete obedience.

"You're such a good pet," I say to her. "I'd like to taste you now."

She lays down on the floor and spreads herself bare for me.

"Please," she begs as she begins to finger herself. Her fingers slide in and out of her pussy, the juices dripping down onto the wood beneath her.

I stand over her and put my foot on her hand, just hard enough to stop her movements.

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"No, Sir."

"Then why are you touching yourself?"

"Because I'm so desperate for your cock, Sir," she replies.

"You will stop now," I say to her. "Otherwise I will correct you."

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