Chapter 26 Trained as a Whore

Lilian licked her lips and handed the empty glass back. "It's quite delicious, give may I haveme another glass.?"

Vincenzo stared at her red lips and narrowed his long eyes. He poured her another glass and watched as she tilted her neck and drank it all in one breathsip. His thin lips curved into a smile.

"Drinking an '82 Lafite like this, Lilian, you are the first I've ever seen do that."

"Pfft..." Lilian sprayed the wine out in one mouthful.

"Lilian, can you have some manners?" Vincenzo looked at her with disdain, the carpet was now dirty.

Lilian ignored all this and directly grabbed the bottle from his hand and looked at it. Sure enough, it was an '82 Lafite worth tens of thousands of dollars...

*She, Lilian, actually used a **bottle worth tens of thousands of dollars**bottle worth ten of thousands of dollars* *to warm up. She was really a big shot!*

Having guestsGuests in the Presidential Suite of this hotel entertained with top-quality Lafite...

Lilian looked around. This Presidential Suite was even more luxurious than what she had seen in magazines, with magnificent chandeliers and first-class Western-style furnishings.

"I'll take a bath first."

Lilian pushed open several doors before finding the bathroom.

This Presidential Suite alone had three bedrooms, as well as a meeting room, entertainment room, and an open-plan kitchen and dining room... It was basically a club, and a very high-end one at that.

The bathroom was tastefully decorated, with a massage pool next to a wall of glass, allowing one to enjoy the night view of the city while sitting in the pool.

*Such luxury for the rich...*

Taking off her clothes, Lilian sank her body into the warm water, a subtle floral fragrance lingering in her nose, indescribably pleasant.

Suddenly, music started playing.

Lilian turned her head in surprise, only to see Vincenzo standing in the bathroom, pressing a CD, holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

Melodious piano music filled the air, and Lilian momentarily lost her senses.

*It was William's favorite*

"I'm taking a showerbath," Lilian complained as she came to her senses, completely submerging her body in the pool.

"Where on your body haven't I seen you before?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, his long legs slowly crouching by the edge of the pool as he handed her a glass of red wine with a coercive tone, "Drink it."

"And if I drink it, you'll leave?" Lilian asked, taking the glass of wine while emptying it in three quick sips, then turning the glass upside down in front of Vincenzo, "I'm done drinking, now you leave."

All she wanted now was to take a good bath.

The mist of hot water enveloped her, her soft face flushed, exuding a charming intoxication.

"It's not your turn to kick me out," Vincenzo pouted discontentedly, leaping into the whirlpool, creating waves upon waves.

"What are you doing?... mmm..." Lilian's eyes were forced shut by the splashing water, her body pushed against the pool wall, and Vincenzo came over and kissed her swollen lips, silencing all her words.

The classical and lyrical piano music floated and diffused in the mist...

The water in the pool engulfed their bodies, his kiss audacious and domineering, his tongue teasing and sucking in her mouth, devouring the taste of that hint of wine completely.

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"The wine is not bad," he said.

Red wine, indeed, tastes better when sipped from a woman's lips.

Vincenzo released her lips and pressed the massage button on the tub, and spontaneously said, "Turn around, I'll give you a massage."

Lilian reluctantly turned around, facing away from him, and leaned against the edge of the tub.

*All she wanted was to take a good bath; why wouldn't he give her this bit of freedom?*

His clothes were thrown aside, and his scorching body pressed against her back in the warm water, but without further action. After a while, a pair of long hands appeared on her shoulders.

Surprisingly, his massage technique was quite good, not at all like his brutish self. It was gentle yet firm, so comfortable that it made her sigh.

But she couldn't praise him. Vincenzo smugly asked, "How is it?"

Lilian reluctantly replied, "It's decent."

Immediately, her shoulder was harshly pinched, and Lilian quickly begged for mercy, "It's very good, you're better than a mastermasseuse."

"Good that you know." Vincenzo finally let her go and focused on massaging her shoulders again.

Mist filled the air, and the night view outside the window was magnificent and glamorous. The sound of the piano flowed smoothly, resonating in the bathroom.

The hand on her shoulder gradually became restless, sliding down her back and sinking into the water to knead her waist. It was ambiguous yet intimate. Lilian took a deep breath, her mind quickly turning over all the reasons to refuse...

"Lilian, kiss me." Vincenzo turned her body around, his dominating tone leaving her no room for refusal.

His hand wrapped around her waist, his straight stature and impeccably handsome face exuded a seductive aura in the mist, his eyes filled with restrained desire.

Lilian understood that she had lost the right to refuse.

Standing on her tiptoes, Lilian closed her eyes and kissed his thin lips, hot and soft. Vincenzo's desire was instantly ignited, and he tightly embraced her, deepening the passionate kiss...

The piano reached its crescendo, each note striking the heart.

"Lilian, you're making progress." Vincenzo smirked, teasing her with his tongue, extremely satisfied with her gradually improving kissing technique.

*Of all the women he had kissed, she was the most inexperienced.*

*But **also**also,* *the fastest learner.*

"Thank you, teacher." Lilian leaned back slightly and said, hiding her indescribable sadness. If this continued, he would train her into a whore.

Vincenzo's gaze suddenly darkened, and he lifted her chin with his finger. "Call me Vincenzo."

"I can't pronounce it properly."

"If I tell you to call me that, then call me. Don't waste any more words." Vincenzo narrowed his eyes in displeasure, applying pressure on her chin.

...

*Did he have to be so violent?* *He’s in the mafia…of course he did.*

"Oh." Since she didn't want her chin to suffer any more, and he was a lunatic in her eyes anyway, Lilian obediently called out, "Vincenzo."

Her soft voice called his name, lips parting and closing, deliberately enticing.

Vincenzo lowered his head.

Desiring to kiss her again, the mobile phone on the stand by the pool started to vibrate.

Lilian turned her head and saw that it was his phone.

On the lit screen, there was a photo of the two of them kissing in the car...

*This man uses this photo as his phone wallpaper?!*

Without even lifting his eyes, Vincenzo grabbed her face and fiercely pecked her, saying, "You wash first, I have something to do."

After speaking, Vincenzo let go of her and walked out of the pool. Water droplets flowed down from his well-defined body. Vincenzo had a trim figure, likely due to regular exercise. There was not an ounce of excess fat on him, and his figure was dangerously attractive...

Sometimes she really didn't understand.

*Was it necessary for such a perfect man like him to be so desperate? Yoo-na, Coco, and herself... it seemed like he was willing to accept anyone and had formidable combat power.*

"What's wrong? Still want to look?" Suddenly, Vincenzo picked up a towel next to him and turned around, staring at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.

Lilian's face turned red...

*Did this man have eyes in the back of his head or something?*

"If you want to look, just look openly." As Vincenzo teasingly held the towel and did not wrap it around himself, giving himhe had an appearance that invited endless springtime romantic affection and indulgence.

"Pervert," Lilian muttered under her breath, hastily turning her head away.

Hearing her cursecurse, him, Vincenzo didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and wrapped the towel around his waist, saying, "It seems like you're quite satisfied with my perverted body."

He had a considerable amount of confidence in his looks and physique.

*That man named William could never compare to him.*

*William.*

Thinking of this name, Vincenzo's face suddenly turned dark. He looked at Lilian, who had her back facing him in the massage pool, slowly clenched his fist, and vowed not to let that man get away.

Lilian waited anxiously by the poolside for a long time before finally hearing Vincenzo's footsteps as he walked out. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. If Vincenzo had stayed any longer, she really didn't know what she would’veto done...