Chapter 6 LENA and VINCENZO

"you have no idea," she whispered, her voice shaky but full of conviction.

Vincenzo's lips curled into a wicked grin, his hands shut up to her waist as he pulled her flat against his chest. Compared to Lena's dainty feminine form, Vincenzo was a hulking mass of muscle and raw power that was sure to pack a punch. His body was a testament of a strict routine to keep himself healthy and fit. Always ready to sprint into action and win... His touch was electric, his fingers firm yet gentle as they roamed her body.

"I love your hair, its suits you perfectly." Vincenzo sudden praise had not been expected, but it was defiantly welcomed. Lena chuckled.

"You do? I never pegged you to be the kind to give out compliments," Lena said.

"I don't. There must be something special about you,"

"I would hope so. I just had it done this week. Red. It's my favorite color."

"what a coincidence, it's mine too," Vincenzo murmured, his voice thick with promise and In a blink of an eye, he tore her dress apart with a brute force that made Lena gasp with shock. Vincenzo had been waiting to do that all night.

Now that she stood completely bare before Vincenzo, save for the lacy black panties she had on, Lena felt all forms of vulnerability that made her cheeks warm. Her heart racing as his gaze devoured her. His eyes, sharp and hungry like a wolf starved of meat made her shiver from the weight of his gaze that traced the curves of her body like a hunter sizing up its prey. The low light of the room danced across his features-chiseled jaw, full lips, and those all-consuming black eyes that always seemed to see right through her. His olive skin glowed with a warm, dangerous allure, and the tattoos that wound around his muscular arms and chest only added to the raw power he exuded. But that was no excuse for what he had just done.

"What was that for?" Lena's brows frowned as she wrapped her arms around her body as if it could save her from his all-consuming fire.

"The dress was in the way..." Vincenzo shrugged nonchalantly as though they were discussing something as trivial as the weather and not her outfit that he had just destroyed. To Vincenzo, it was just a dress, it could be replaced at any given moment in time. If she wanted ten of those dresses in that exact same pattern and design, he would give it to her. Heck, if she wanted him to buy the entire store she had bought it from, he would.

"You asshole, you tore up my dress," she said with conviction. Disbelief lacing her words as she held his gaze in defiance. But Vincenzo wasn't shaken up as he came closer to her and Lena instinctively took a step back to put some distance between them, but she tripped backwards instead, down into the luxury sized bed and this time Vincenzo didn't bother catching her like he did down at the club. Her red hair sprawled across the dark sheets like a painting.

A low, greedy growl of approval rumbled in his chest like thunder, so deep it made Lena's breath hitch. She could practically feel the intensity of his gaze on her, feeling both vulnerable and amused by his intensity.

Vincenzo climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing down beside Lena as he loomed over her, he smirked. His fingers traced a line from the side of her neck to her collarbone, a light, teasing touch that belied the dark intensity of his eyes.

"Have you never seen a woman before?" questioned Lena, noting how he took his time to inspect her body.

Vincenzo's eyes darkened, an amused grin spreading across his face like a challenge had been issued. "Careful, Red," He grabbed her firmly by the jaw, pressing her cheeks between his fingers like a plum, forcing her to look into his eyes. Her reflection stared back at her and she gulped.

"You think you're the first woman I've had?" it wasn't really a question, more like a statement. It was almost insulting to Vincenzo, because Lena was subtly questioning his experience and the fact he might have been a virgin. He almost laughed in her face.

Women lined up just to be by his side. Vincenzo was a sinfully handsome man and he knew this. With just a single glance and a wave of his hand, he could make any woman strip for him. He prided himself on his good looks and always made a conscious effort to look the part of the kingpin of the New York brawlers. He was surely no Saint.

"I've had more than you can imagine, Cara mia." But the way his eyes locked on her, the way his body tensed, it was as if the thought of having her burned new excitement in him.

His lips grazed her neck as he whispered, "But you, Red, you'll be the one I never forget." His breath was hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine as he pulled her impossibly close, his body hard against hers.

Vincenzo's predatory grin never wavered as his lips trailed down her collarbone, his hands explored every inch of her bare skin and his heart beat seemed to match with hers. His touch was searing, and the way he moved over her body, worshiping it with a blend of lust and reverence, made Lena's heart race. She was trapped in this sexual haze that drove her mad and the part of her that was usually held back-the part that feared the danger-was completely overtaken by the thrill of him. Lena had always imagined it to be wrong to crave the danger, ever since she was younger, the darkness should have been a thing of fear, but as the years went on, Lena found herself actively pursing this darkness. Even her area of studies was not enough to sedate this curiosity where she only got to read and study about the various kinds of twisted problems that turned a man to the darkness. But it was never enough and she never pursued it further than she needed to. But now, right here in Vincenzo's arms, she was seeing glimpses of that darkness and it excited her.

"I'll make you forget every man who came before me," Vincenzo added and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Like two lovers kept apart for far too long.