Chapter 87 CHAPTER 087

Chapter 87 CHAPTER 087
Anna’s body went rigid as shock rooted her in place.

For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

But Vincenzo didn’t stop.

He kissed her relentlessly like a man possessed, as if he meant to erase every thought in her head.

When she still didn’t respond, he gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him, dragging a sharp gasp from her lips.

His tongue forced its way past her lips, the kiss turning deeper, hungrier, demanding more than she was ready to give.

It stole her breath, her balance, her will.

And then… something in her broke.

She kissed him back.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful.

It was raw, unsteady, charged with everything she’d been holding back.

Vincenzo’s lips were firm and unyielding against hers, carrying the taste of whiskey and something darker, something that made her knees threaten to give out beneath her.

His hands rose to her face, gripping firmly as his fingers tangled in her damp hair.

He tilted her head back and deepened the kiss, harder this time, as though he had no intention of letting her escape.

A soft, broken sound slipped from her throat—half gasp, half moan—only to be swallowed instantly by him.

Slowly, he guided her backward, her bare feet faltering against the floor until the back of her legs met the edge of the bed.

His hands drifted from her face to her shoulders, then down along her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

His lips parted from hers only to trace the line of her jaw, then drift lower along her throat.

She gasped softly when his teeth brushed the sensitive place where her neck met her shoulder.

“Vincenzo…” she whispered, his name falling from her lips like a plea.

His fingers found the belt of her robe, tugging at the knot until it loosened, until the fabric slipped open and cool air kissed her flushed skin.

He drew back just enough to look at her, his chest rising and falling, his gaze dark, intense, and filled with want.

“You are so beautiful,” he said again, and this time the words came out ragged, almost reverent.

His hands slid over her stomach, his palms flat against the swell of her belly, and he let out a low sound, something between a sigh and a growl.

Lowering himself to his knees before her, his hands remained firm against her stomach as he bowed his head, pressing his forehead to its curve.

“Our baby,” he murmured, and his lips brushed against her skin as he spoke.

Anna lifted her hands and tangled them in his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands as she felt the shudder that ran through him at her touch.

He raised his head to look at her, and in the dim light, with his hair disheveled and his eyes bright, there was something unguarded in his expression, like a man revealing a part of himself he had never shown anyone.

In one fluid motion, he rose to his feet, his hands gliding from her belly down to her hips as he gripped her through the open robe.

His mouth claimed hers again, every trace of gentleness gone.

His tongue brushed her lower lip, coaxing rather than asking, and she parted for him with a soft moan that he quickly swallowed.

His hands moved to her robe, pushing it from her shoulders until it slipped free, pooling silently at her feet.

She stood before him completely naked, her stomach bare, her breasts heavy and full, and the sound he made when he looked at her sank into her bones.

“God…” he breathed, and his hands came up to cup her face again, thumbs brushing across her cheekbones. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

He kissed her again, slower this time, and his hands traveled down her body, mapping every curve, every dip and swell.

When his fingers reached her waist, Anna pulled back slightly. “I think we should—”

“Shhh,” he whispered, cutting her off instantly.

He rested his forehead against hers, his breath coming in harsh, uneven pulls

“Please don’t tell me to stop,” he murmured.

Anna looked into his grey eyes, glassy with drink, and held his gaze for a long moment, as if weighing something she couldn’t quite put into words.

She didn’t tell him to stop.

Instead, she pulled his mouth back to hers with sudden urgency, and a rough, broken sound tore from him—a guttural grunt pressed hard against her lips as he kissed her back without hesitation.

He lifted her onto the bed and lowered her gently onto the mattress, her hair spilling across the pillow as she settled into it.

Standing over her, he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming over her with an intensity that made her skin flush.

Then, one by one, he shrugged off his jacket, shirt, and belt, his hands moving with a desperation that bordered on frantic.

When he finally came down over her, his weight caging her into the mattress, his skin hot against hers, she let out a low moan.

He held himself just above her, careful not to press against her belly.

His mouth moved to her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breast, and she arched beneath him, fingers digging into the broad planes of his back.

“Uh… hmm,” she gasped.

He lifted his head to look at her, his pupils blown wide, lips parted.

Then he kissed her again, and whatever resistance she had been holding onto crumbled to ash.

Her legs parted for him, her hips rising to meet his, and they both let out sounds that were swallowed by the darkness of the room.

At that point, Anna was so horny she could barely thing straight.

She wanted him to take her right there and now.

Just as her hands found his pants, moving to undo the button, he collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, one arm draped across her body.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

The only sounds were their breathing, and the distant hum of the house settling around them.

“Our baby…” he muttered again, and his voice was softer now.

“Vincenzo?" she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He didn’t answer.

She turned to him and saw his eyes were already shut, the alcohol and exhaustion finally took hold.

With an exasperated sigh, she ran a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe he turned me on and then just fell asleep… and I can’t believe I actually wanted him to fuck me. This is so messed up.”

Within moments, Vincenzo’s breathing steadied, settling into the slow, deep rhythm of sleep.

Anna lay still beneath the weight of his arm, staring at the ceiling.

Her heart was still racing, her skin still humming.

And beside her, the most dangerous man she had ever known slept like a child

She didn't move. She didn't close her eyes.

She just lay there, watching their shadows shift across the ceiling, and tried to remember why she was supposed to resist Vincenzo in the first place.

“I need to stop this,” she whispered to herself. “I can’t keep letting him kiss me when he’s drunk… it makes my heart race like crazy. It makes me want him… want his touch more and more.”