Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

J enna

Oh, fuck.

This was wrong. So, so wrong.

I needed to stop. I shouldn't be touching myself right now, especially not with Vincenzo bound to burst through that door at any moment. Yet here I was fingering myself like a dirty little slut.

My heart raced, and I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan. What if he caught me? What would he think of me? I knew I should stop, but the more I thought about him walking in and seeing me like this, the more aroused I became.

The door swung open suddenly, and I jumped, startled by his swift reappearance. I ripped my hand out of my shorts and hid it behind my back, but not before I saw my own arousal coating my fingers glisten in the overhead light.

I blushed hard and lifted my gaze reluctantly. Had he seen me? Did he know I was touching myself while thinking of him?

I hoped he didn't.

Or maybe I did.

I didn't know.

Shame spiraled through me like a winter storm, blanketing me in wave after wave of embarrassment until I was finally brave enough to meet his eyes.

Vincenzo stood in the doorway, his eyes blazing with intensity. The heat in his gaze made my cheeks flush, and I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me. My heart raced faster, my desire for him building with every second.

"Jenna," he said, his voice low and commanding as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He loomed over me, his presence overwhelming. "I know it wasn't you who broke in."

I shook my head, but I didn't say anything. I wanted to tell him more, but I kept quiet, not knowing what he was going to do next.

His eyes narrowed, a mix of frustration and something darker flickering in them.

"I kept this from my daughter to keep her safe, and now you know about it. What am I supposed to do with you?"

His tone was hot, scolding, pissed .

It only turned me on that much more.

"You should have never come in here," Vincenzo said sternly.

I met his gaze with defiance. For some insane reason, I cocked my head and decided to push him.

Why? Are you psycho? Maybe he'll actually spank you!

"You should have locked the door better."

Yeah. Definitely psycho.

A flicker of frustration crossed his face. "That door was always meant to be locked, Jenna. You shouldn't have been anywhere near it, and you know it."

Sure, that was true, but right now, I ignored that very simple fact.

I took a step closer, not backing down. "Well, it wasn't locked when I got here. Maybe you should have checked it more thoroughly."

"Don't get smart with me," he snapped. "You have no idea how dangerous this is."

I bit my lip, a spark of defiance mixing with my fear.

"Listen, I thought I was going to find your red room, not your freaking bat cave," I spat.

I don't know why I was provoking him. Maybe, deep down, I wanted to see if he would do anything about it.

A flash of something like amusement crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by the stern, intense look.

"This isn't a joke, Jenna. You've put yourself in a lot of danger by coming in here."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I'm sorry, Vincenzo. I just… wanted to know what was in here."

He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. The tension between us was palpable, electric. My gaze flicked down to his lips, then down to his big hands. I needed to know if he'd meant his threat and before I could stop myself, the words were flowing from my lips.

"What? Are you really going to spank me? Punish me for finding out your dirty little secret?" I asked, far more tentatively than I intended, but there it was, out in the open and I couldn't take it back.

His eyes flashed with something so dark that it made my stomach flip inside of me. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

"You're playing with fire, Jenna. Do you understand that?" he growled.

I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away from him.

"I can handle you," I dared him.

I don't know what had come over me. Maybe it was the tension between us, maybe it was just that Bella wasn't here, or maybe it was something else, but either way, I kept pushing.

Because I wanted to even though I shouldn't.

Maybe because I needed to.

His expression softened just a fraction, but the intensity remained. "You have no idea what you're saying."

"Maybe I do." I stepped closer, the heat between us growing exponentially by the second.

He reached out, his hand faltering before he brushed his fingertips against my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and desire swirling inside me.

"This isn't a game," he said softly, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw. "You're in over your head."

"I know," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "But I don't care."

For a moment, the world seemed to stop as we stood there together, just staring each other down, and daring each other to make the first move. The room around us faded away, leaving just the two of us, caught in the pull of something neither of us could control.

"Jenna," he murmured, his voice a mix of warning and longing.

"Yes?" I breathed, my heart pounding.

He closed the distance between us, his lips hovering just inches from mine.

"You're playing a dangerous game."

"I know," I replied, my voice barely audible.

His eyes searched mine for a long moment, and then something between us snapped.

He leaned in, his lips crashing into mine with a searing kiss. The world around us melted away as I lost myself in him, in the fire and intensity that burned between us.

The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of strength and raw desire. It sent sparks of electricity through my body. The heat of his kiss kindled something deep within me, igniting a fire that couldn't be put out.

And I let it burn.

I could feel the hard planes of his chest against me, the warmth of his skin through his shirt. His kiss was a blend of passion and restraint and I couldn't get enough. It was everything I had imagined and more, and I wanted to lose myself in it, in him.

But just as quickly as it began, he broke the kiss, stepping back in a rush. We both stood there, breathing heavily, our eyes locked. His gaze was intense, filled with a mixture of lust and something darker, something unresolved.

"Jenna," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "This can't happen."

I swallowed hard, my heart still racing, but I didn't say anything.

He shook his head, his expression pained. "You don't understand. This… what we just did… it changes everything."

I took a step forward, my hand reaching out to touch his arm.

"Then let it change everything. I'm not afraid," I snapped, my voice far more challenging that I had intended.

He stared at me, his eyes searching mine, as if looking for something he wasn't sure he would find.

"You should be," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't care," I replied, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes still locked onto mine. Then, with a deep growl, he took two steps toward me as his arm swung around the back of my head. He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp in his fist, and yanked my head back so that I could gaze into the endless depths of his piercing green eyes.

Pain blossomed as he pulled my hair harder, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head. I blinked, my eyes watering from the pain, yet my pussy clenched so tight that I nearly came right then and there.

What was wrong with me? Was I getting off on the pain? A soft whimper escaped my lips and the dark look in his eyes deepened. For a second, I broke eye contact to watch his Adam's apple bob up and down, but the gravitational pull of his gaze drew me back a second later. The intensity of it took my breath away.

For a moment, we just stared at one another. He was so close that I could feel his breath against my skin, the warmth of his body radiating into mine.

He took a step closer, his gaze intense.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, come on, Vincenzo. What did you expect? You know how I am. It was like leaving a cookie jar open and telling a kid not to take one."

"This is my life. My secrets. Not yours," he growled.

I shrugged, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you didn't make everything so mysterious, I wouldn't have to go snooping."

"You don't understand what you're getting into," he growled, his frustration palpable. "This isn't some adventure. It's serious. It's life and death."

"Then explain it to me," I shot back, lifting my chin defiantly. "Stop treating me like a child and tell me what's really going on."

His jaw tightened, and he loomed over me, his presence almost overwhelming. "What am I going to do with you?"

I smirked, feeling a thrill at his intensity. "Well, for starters, you could try trusting me. Maybe I'm more capable than you think."

He shook his head, exasperation mingling with a hint of reluctant admiration.

"You're impossible, you know that?" he scoffed.

"I've been told," I quipped, giving him a challenging look. "But you still haven't answered my question. What are you going to do with me now?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're too stubborn for your own good."

"Maybe," I admitted, stepping closer to him. "But you like that about me, don't you?"

His upper lip rolled for the slightest of seconds before he yanked my head back again.

"I've made a decision. This argument is over. I'm going to deal with you like the bad girl you are," he growled. I shivered at his words, a mix of anticipation and fear swirling inside me.His gaze bore into mine and I licked my lips. He watched the tip of my tongue so closely that my face burned.

I wanted to ask him what he was going to do to me, but I didn't get the chance. Instead, his other hand pressed down on my shoulder, and he forced me down to my knees. I landed with a huff, but he fisted my hair harder with a definitive growl and I shivered with anticipation. I couldn't help but glance down at the tented bulge in his pants.

Granted, I'd looked at him before, but it was certainly the first time I was this close to his dick while also staring right at it.

Honestly, it was beyond sobering.

I could tell that he had a cock the size of a small battering ram, the kind of cock that would hurt to take no matter how many times you took it.

My mouth watered and my pussy clenched, and a rush of arousal pooled in my core. I bit my lip, trying to steady my nerves, but I could already feel myself getting wet.

This wasn't good.

Not that I wasn't wet before, but I was really wet now.

"What are you doing to me, Jenna?" Vincenzo muttered under his breath, as if the words were more for him than for me.

Before I could reply, he reached down to unbuckle his belt. Slowly, he pulled the leather strap through the buckle, the metal clinking as he did so. My breath stuck in the back of my throat as he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly, dragging it down so slowly that the sound filled the room, bit by increasingly torturous bit.

I looked up at him, noticing that his green eyes were nearly imperceptible, his pupils blown all the way out.

With a nervous swallow, I glanced back down to the sight of him freeing his cock.

Holy fuck.

It was huge.

Like, porn star huge.

The kind of cock that was made for fucking.

And, judging by the look in his eyes, the kind of cock that was made for punishment.

I shifted back and forth on my knees, the hard floor beneath them unforgiving. Noticing my discomfort, he reached to the side, pulled a blanket off one of the shelves and tossed it down on the floor in front of me.

Hesitantly, I moved on top of the soft quilt and breathed a sigh of relief at the feel of it under my knees.

Then I glanced back up at his cock. There was no getting used to it. It was too big.

"Are you scared yet?" Vincenzo asked, his voice low and thick.

I swallowed and nodded.

"Good." He stroked himself, right there in front of me.

His cock was even bigger than it had looked a moment ago, the girth of it intimidating, the length of it even more so. But it was the drop of pre-cum beading at the head that held my gaze, that made my heart pound.

It made me yearn to take him in my mouth.

"Open your mouth," he demanded.

I shook my head. This was getting too real, too fast. With his free hand, he gripped my jaw and pressed his thumb into a pressure point at the back of it. The sudden pain was enough for him to force my jaw open. When my lips finally parted, my tongue flicked out to lick the seam of them.

"First, I'm going to deal with that sassy mouth," he began, and my heart went pitter-patter in my chest. I couldn't catch my breath.

"And then what?" I pressed because I was fucking crazy, and I couldn't make myself stop.

He didn't answer, but he didn't need to.

This was really happening.

I wasn't na?ve. I knew what it meant when a man forced a woman down to her knees. Vincenzo was about to shove his cock down my throat.

I'd never sucked cock before. Honestly, I hadn't had much of a dating life since Dane and even that ended miserably before it could escalate to a point where I was comfortable enough to do so.

Vincenzo wasn't asking, though. He was taking, and that set my whole body aflame.

He stepped forward, his thighs pressing against my breasts, and his thick member grazed my cheek, the heat of it burning a trail across my skin. My stomach flipped inside me, a mix of anticipation and apprehension swirling through me. I was completely at his mercy, and the knowledge of it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

He leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"This is going to hurt, bad girl. Prepare yourself," he warned.

I simply glared up at him, not knowing what I truly wanted. My head and my body were at odds, neither one wanting to surrender to the other and it was throwing me decidedly off balance.

Without hesitation, he thrust forward, the tip of his cock sliding between my lips and plunging down the back of my throat.

I gagged, choking and sputtering, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. I could do this. I would do this.

I shouldn't do this.

"Pha-lease," I tried, speaking around the thick length of his cock as he thrust back inside of me.

"You were a naughty girl, Jenna. I'm not going to be gentle with you, not this time. You've earned this," he replied, and I choked on his cock once again.

I huffed around his thick length, but when I sputtered and struggled to breathe, he cleared his throat.

"Breathe through your nose, bad girl. You can take it," he coaxed. I inhaled through my nose, but it wasn't enough. I needed air, but Vincenzo wouldn't give it to me.

Instead, he thrust deeper, and I felt his cock slide down the back of my throat. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and the primal part of me relished the feeling of him taking control.

He held my head steady as he fucked my mouth, his cock plunging deeper with each thrust. True to his word, he wasn't gentle. His cock surged in and out of my mouth with savage fervor. I struggled to take it, but it continued anyway, rough and hard and everything I needed it to be.

With a growl, Vincenzo gripped the back of my head and held me steady as his cock throbbed, hot and heavy against my tongue. The sensation was intoxicating, and I felt a wave of arousal surge through me as his cock pulsed and twitched in my mouth.

Then he pulled all the way out and slapped my face with it. The sound echoed throughout the room, and I gasped, the shocking sensation stinging. He did it again, and then once more, and then the head of his cock slipped back between my lips once again.

The taste of him was intoxicating and I moaned around him, unable to help myself. At the sound of my pleasure, something dark flashed across his face and he gripped my hair in his fist even harder.

I yelped at the sudden increase in pain, but I was quickly distracted by his cock thrusting back inside my mouth once more.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure. Vincenzo thrust his cock deeper and harder than before. He was punishing me, but I was loving every minute of it. The feeling of his thick shaft filling my mouth was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and I couldn't get enough.

With a grunt, he pulled me forward, forcing his cock all the way down the back of my throat. I gagged and sputtered, the sensation of his hard length sliding down my esophagus almost too much to bear.

But that didn't stop him. Instead, it just seemed to spur him on that much more.

He fucked my face after that.

There was no other word for it.

His cock was a weapon, and he wielded it like a sword, driving it in and out of my mouth with ruthless abandon.

The taste of him was salty and sweet, and the scent of his musk filled my nostrils, so masculine and smoky and somehow smelling of vanilla, leather, and cinnamon.

It was intoxicating.

I didn't want it to end.

My whole world narrowed down to the feel of his cock sliding between my lips. The only thing that mattered was pleasing him. I suckled around his cock as best as I could, but it was difficult. I tried to circle my tongue around the shaft, which elicited the most delicious groan to escape his lips, and I did it again.

But as I did so, Vincenzo gripped my hair even harder and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth with reckless fervor.

I was completely at his mercy.

The thought sent a thrill of arousal through me, and I could feel my pussy clench. I slipped my fingers across my thigh, and he practically snarled when he noticed.

"Don't you dare think about touching yourself. You haven't earned an orgasm yet," he declared, and I quickly snatched my hand away, ashamed of being caught.

He punished my throat harder, thrusting into my mouth and owning it completely.

I had no idea how long he fucked my face, but it was a good while. It could have been hours. Time had ceased to matter.

All that existed was the taste of his cock and the scent of his musk.

Soon enough, my jaw began to hurt. My cheeks were beyond sore, and it was all I could do to survive this face fucking the best I could.

Just as I was starting to get used to the rhythm, he gripped my head tighter, holding it still.

"Swallow, bad girl. Swallow every last drop," he commanded. I gagged, afraid of what was to come, but he held me still. His fist clutched at my hair, keeping my head in place as he fucked me harder, faster, until at long last I felt his cock twitch on my tongue.

With a low, guttural groan, he exploded down the back of my throat. The sensation of his cock pulsing against my tongue was intoxicating. The taste of him was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was salty, sweet, and so, so delicious.

I couldn't get enough of it.

Surprised at myself, I swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop. When I had taken it all, he groaned and looked down at me.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in that pretty mouth," he murmured, and I blushed hard, heat blazing up from my chest all the way to my cheeks. Slowly, he pulled his cock free from my lips.

He reached down, wiping a stray bit of his seed off my lower lip. Before I could react, he smeared his finger across the pad of my tongue.

"Clean me off, bad girl," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, licking his fingers clean.

Then he gripped my hair in his fist and pulled me up. I cried out as pain blossomed across the back of my skull.

He shoved his other hand down the front of my shorts. I let out a soft moan as his fingertips grazed my wet folds. He grunted with approval and pulled me against him so that my breasts were flush against his chest.

His mouth grazed my earlobe and I shivered with arousal.

"No matter how much you protest, naughty girl, you're soaking wet."

I bit my lip, trying to hold back a moan, but I failed. He plunged his finger into my pussy, and the sensation was electric. He growled, a primal, guttural sound, and then he pushed another digit inside me.

I cried out as he slowly pressed his fingers into me, over and over again, driving me crazy with want. It wasn't fast enough to make me come, but it pushed me closer and closer to the edge, enough to drive me insane. Without meaning to, I started to grind myself on his fingers.

He chuckled, a low and dangerous sound.

"Not yet, bad girl. You're being punished," he whispered.