A young girl who is very nice is abducted by a cold-blooded billionaire mafia. He gradually turns her into his possession then into his obsession, but a traitor has stolen his heart, so all he can do is abhor the traitor and search for her if he can...
The library doors swung open soundlessly, revealing a room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. Towering shelves lined the walls, their rich wood gleaming with polish.
Plush armchairs clustered around a stone fireplace.
And there, curled up in one of those chairs with a book in her lap, was Evangeline.
She looked up as Vincente entered, her golden eyes widening slightly at the sight of him.
A flush crept up her cheeks as she marked her place and set the book aside, rising to her feet in a rustle of silk.
Vincente prowled into the room, his dark eyes roving over her hungrily.
He was dressed all in black - a fitted shirt that stretched across his broad chest, dark jeans that clung to his muscular legs.
His hair was mussed, as though he'd been running his hands through it in agitation.
"I want you to read to me," he said abruptly, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. Without waiting for a response, he strode over to the chair she'd just vacated and lowered himself into it, his long legs sprawled out before him.
Evangeline swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she picked up the book she'd been reading, her fingers trembling slightly as she found her place.
Vincente reached up and caught her wrist in his large hand, his calloused thumb stroking over her racing pulse.
"Come here," he ordered, his blue eyes glinting in the firelight. "I want you to read to me while I lay my head in your lap."
As Evangeline sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, the soft glow from the library's lanterns danced across her delicate features.
Her brown tresses cascaded like a waterfall around her face, framing the concentration etched upon her porcelain skin.
The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment.
His head coming to rest in the cradle of her thighs.
Her voice, soft and melodic, began to weave a spell as she read aloud, the words painting vivid scenes in the minds of those who listened.
His piercing gaze never left hers, drinking in every nuance of her expression as she continued to read.
Evangeline felt a thrill run through her at the intimate contact, her breath catching in her throat.
Vincente's eyes drifted shut as he listened, his strong hands coming to rest on her hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over the delicate bone.
As she read on, Evangeline felt some of the tension leave her body, soothed by the steady rhythm of her words and the heat of Vincente's body beneath her.
She risked a glance down at him, her heart stuttering at the sight of his chiseled features relaxed in sleep, his dark lashes fanning out over his high cheekbones.
Almost without thinking, she reached out to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering on the warm skin of his temple.
Vincente's eyes fluttered open at the touch, his piercing blue gaze locking with hers. For a long, charged moment they simply stared at each other, the air between them crackling with tension.
Then, slowly, deliberately, Vincente sat up, his hands sliding around to grip her waist.
"What sort of tale has ensnared you so completely?" Vincente murmured, his warm breath caressing Evangeline's inner thigh as he gazed up at her with smoldering intensity.
Vincente's lips hovered mere inches from Evangeline's, his hot exhale dancing across her mouth. "Let me taste your words, he breathed, his voice a seductive purr."
"It's a tragic love story" Evangeline replied softly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. But Vincente wasn't listening, too consumed by the tantalizing proximity of her lips.
His thumb brushed against them, tracing the plump curve with a featherlight touch.
Then, with a subtle pressure, he coaxed her mouth open, delving inside to claim a tender kiss.
It was a fleeting, possessive gesture, a silent declaration of ownership as his tongue swept across the velvety surface.
He pulled her down into his lap, the book tumbling forgotten to the floor as his mouth came down on hers in a searing kiss.
One of his hands slid up her body to cup her breast, his calloused fingers plucking at her nipple through the thin silk of her robe.
The other hand slid down, slipping beneath the hem of her robe to stroke over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
He groaned low in his throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck as he worked one long finger inside her.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he rasped, his hot breath fanning over her ear.
His hand continued its torturous ministrations on her breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive flesh until she was writhing in his grasp.
"Please," she panted, her voice desperate and pleading. "I need... I need more."
He pushed her back onto the plush rug, his body covering hers as he settled between her spread thighs.
Evangeline wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back as she arched up into him, desperate for more contact.
"I want you," she breathed, her voice husky with need.
He groaned, his eyes flashing with dark lust as he positioned himself at her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his thick cock stretching her deliciously as he filled her.
Evangeline screamed, her back arching off the floor as she clung to Vincente.
He set a brutal pace, pounding into her with relentless intensity, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the library.
She could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core until it finally snapped, sending her flying into a climax that rocked her to her very soul.
Vincente followed her over the edge with a guttural roar, his cock jerking inside her as he spilled his seed deep within her quivering walls.
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