Page 10 of Prince of Vice

Maybe I'll even get to bend her over in other ways.

"Let's get back to work, shall we?" I suggest, gesturing toward the stack of papers on her desk. But instead of obeying, she remains fixed in place, her defiance burning like a beacon.

"Fine," she mutters, finally turning her focus back to the documents. Her fingers trace lines of ink, and her brow furrows in concentration. I can't help but admire her tenacity and wonder what other secrets lie beneath her professional exterior.

"Your dedication is admirable, Isabella," I say, my voice dripping with sincerity. "But don't forget who you're working for."

"I'm well aware of who I'm working for, Mr. Maldonado," she replies, her tone icy.

"Good," I say, leaning back in my chair once more. "Because there's a lot at stake here – for both of us."

As she continues to work, I find myself drawn into her world, captivated by the way her mind races and her fingers dance across the pages. She seems confident, and for the first time in my life, I'm not entirely sure whether I will emerge victorious or broken from this encounter.

Surrounded by the lavish decorations of my office, I’m unable to tear my gaze away from Isabella. The way her brow knits together in concentration as she pores over documents, her pen tapping impatiently against the paper, only serves to fuel my desire to see that fierce determination in other aspects of her life. Women have always been a fleeting source of entertainment for me, shining brightly for but a moment before their luster fades, revealing nothing more than a hollow shell beneath. But there's something about Isabella that makes me believe she may be different. But, I have to know for myself. Despite the seriousness of what’s in front of us, I want to see just how much she’s willing to take, and whether she’s truly able to stand her ground, or if it was just a fleeting moment of courage.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch, or are you going to help me?" Her voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I can't suppress the grin that spreads across my lips.

"Helping sounds infinitely more enjoyable," I reply, smoothly rising from my chair and making my way over to her desk. "But, I must admit, you're nice to watch, too."

As I sit down on the edge of her desk, my legs sprawled over stacks of papers, I can see the fury smoldering in the depths of her eyes. It’s perfect, and I decide to push her further. "You know, with the way you're looking at me, one might think you're the one on trial."

"Is this some kind of joke to you?" she snaps, clearly not amused by my antics.

"Quite the opposite, my dear." I lean closer to her, savoring the way her body tenses at my proximity. "I enjoy testing people, seeing just how far they can be pushed before they break. There's an art to unraveling someone, to making them submit to your will."

"Save your intimidation tactics for someone else," she retorts, her words sharp as daggers. "I'm not some mobster you need to scare into submission. Now get off those papers; I have work to do."

Her defiance is intoxicating, and I can't help but admire her tenacity. Part of me wonders if any man has ever truly appreciated the fire that burns within her, or if they've only sought to extinguish it.

"Isabella," I say, my voice low and measured as I lean forward, wanting to see just how far I can push. The shadows of the dimly lit room cast intricate patterns across her face. "You may not think I intimidate you now, but that will change." I pause, letting my words sink in. "When you close your eyes at night, you'll see my face and hear my voice. You'll be up with thoughts of me, and slowly, ever so slowly, I will creep into your mind until you bow to me."

At my words, she stands up, all five-foot-five inches of her, hands firmly planted on her hips, her eyes ablaze with defiance. "I will never bow to you, Primo," she bites out, her voice trembling with indignation. "If you think this is going to be our working relationship, then you better fire me now because that is absolutely not something I will do."

I chuckle, a deep rumble resonating from my chest. "I admire your fire, Isabella." A rosy hue blooms across her cheeks like a delicate sunrise, and I grasp onto it, eager to see where this uncharted territory might lead.

"Has anyone ever truly appreciated your spark, Isabella? Perhaps that's why you're still single – you've never found a man who can match your intensity?" Her silence speaks volumes, yet she doesn't bite back at my words. I find myself pushing further, wanting to unravel every thread of her being. "Are you just as intense in the bedroom? Would you let me see that side of you at some point?"

The quiet stillness of the room amplifies the tension between us, the air thick with anticipation. She remains silent, her gaze steady, and I push the boundaries even more. "Imagine, Isabella...the two of us, locked in passion and fury. I'd love to get you this angry, strip you bare and shove you down onto my bed. I would fuck you raw from behind until you're screaming my name, your body surrendering to mine."

The words hang in the air between us, a heady mixture of desire and defiance dancing like embers in the night. The moment stretches on, our gazes locked in an unspoken challenge, each daring the other to take the first step into the unknown. The sharp sting of her palm connects with my face, a resonating slap that reverberates through the room. My nostrils flare, my cock throbbing with desire for this fierce creature standing before me.

"Watch your tongue," she warns, fire in her eyes. "I won't hesitate to leave you without a lawyer if you keep this up."

"Is that so?" I smirk, undeterred by her defiance. "If you end up as my fuck toy rather than my lawyer, I'll simply find another lawyer. No skin off my back."

Determined not to show weakness, I invade her space, my body mere inches from hers. She doesn't shy away, but I can see the surprise flicker in her eyes. I ghost my fingers up the inside of her thigh, and though she seems taken aback, she doesn't stop me.

"Let me tell you, Isabella, all the filthy things I'd do to that sweet pussy of yours," I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "You're already dripping for me, I can feel it. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? You have a case to work on, and I wouldn't want to be a distraction."

With that, I pull back, leaving her standing there, flustered and confused. The mixture of anger and arousal radiates off her, a delicious combination that only fuels my lust further.

I wonder just how far I can push her. Since she won’t be my lawyer anyways, why not have a little bit of fun and see just how stiff of a spine she really has? One last push and then I’m fairly certain that she’ll break.

Excusing myself, I retreat to the bathroom connected to the office and crack the door open just enough for her to hear my actions. Unzipping my pants, I grasp my throbbing erection and begin stroking myself, not bothering to hide the sounds of my pleasure.

"Isabella," I groan, dictating my fantasies aloud. "I want to hold you down, watch my cock disappear between your lips. I want to push myself so deep into your throat that you choke on it. I'll make you suck my balls until I come all over your eager face, turning you into a wet, fucking mess for me."

The images in my mind intensify, driving me closer to the edge. "Beg for my cock, Isabella, and only then will I rip off those panties and fuck you like the little plaything I know you are."

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