Vincenzo's POV "Here," she said, resting her hand against her right bosom. At that moment, my breath hitched in my throat, a mix of surprise and trepidation flooding my senses. I am sure she is talking about her heart, which must be hurting but she has placed my hand in the wrong place because of the effect of the drug. My thoughts were already running wild and she made it even more difficult by pressing my palm against her right breast and closing her eyes. After a brief moment, her captivating honey-brown eyes fluttered open, revealing a pain I had never witnessed before. My throat tightened, a mixture of concern and helplessness gripping me tightly. "No, not here," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. She guided my other hand to her left breast, where I could feel her heart racing beneath my touch. It thumped rapidly, echoing the intensity of her emotions. "Here, it hurts here," she emphasized, her gaze fixated on mine. I found myself short of words
Vincenzo's POV"Excuse me?"Clearly thinking I misheard her, she gestured for me to come closer and whispered, "Bring your ear closer, my dear human, so that I can grace you with my request."Rolling my eyes, I looked away. I don't take orders from others.Grabbing my legs, she stood up, and one of them ended up fisting my pants. Thankfully, it didn't slip down.What the heck is she doing?She stood on her tiptoes, brought my ear near her mouth, and screamed, "Carry me!" Making me deaf for a minute. I swear she was so loud that even in the dark, I saw birds flying away in panic.This woman is crazy!I stood there dumbfounded, contemplating whether my insurance would cover the cost of a new pair of eardrums. Meanwhile, she took matters into her own hands and attempted to scale me like a human tree.She finally managed to perch herself on my back, clinging to me like a koala bear on a eucalyptus tree.She is actually an elf who has wreaked havoc on my life. When I married her, I thought
Vincenzo's POV"They..." Roseline bit her nail nervously and looked at me with innocent eyes. I could sense the weight of her unspoken words and the pain she carried within her. For too long, I had listened to her cries in the middle of the night, yearning for her parents without fully understanding their fate. Today, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I wanted to hear her story.I decided not to interfere in her life but right now I couldn't stop myself."They died" Her head fell to one side, the smile that was on her lips was no longer there, making me feel guilty and her eyes were now filled with tears. "They cried for help," her lips pouted, "but I couldn't help them."My heart ached for her as I realized the magnitude of her guilt and grief. I remained patient, giving her the space and time she needed to share her story. She sucked in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and then uttered a single word: "Rain.""Huh?"Confusion swept over me. I wondered if she had lost her
Vincenzo's POVFrantically, I had started searching for her, desperately running through the streets, but my efforts were in vain as I couldn't find her anywhere. My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, and I felt genuine fear, not for her but for myself. I didn't know what I was going to tell Grandpa if I lost her.Eventually, I made my way back to my car, my mind racing with worry and guilt. Just as I approached it, I heard soft giggles emanating from the back. Intrigued and relieved by the sound, I followed the source.With cautious steps, I neared the rear of the car, my anticipation mounting. And then, suddenly, she came out."Booo!" she exclaimed, her palms transformed into paws, attempting to startle me with her gentle voice and innocent face.She was unaware that her hiding act had terrified me more than her attempt at playfulness.A surge of anger coursed through my veins as I observed her dancing about, seemingly carefree and content. In that moment, frustration and relief int
Vincenzo's POVBy the time I applied the brakes to the car, she was already out of her dress and was now sitting in her undergarments, which were stuck to her body like a second skin.My pupil dilated as my eyes took in her form. I could feel tingles in the part where I shouldn't be feeling that way.Her hands moved back to unhook her bra and my hands reached out to stop her. Which drug has she taken that not even the rain could bring her to her senses?I am sure she wouldn't remember anything about this in the morning and would blame everything on me. I am glad I recorded her video as proof.In the tense situation I found myself in, my thoughts raced as I struggled to regain control of the escalating circumstances. I knew I had to put a stop to the situation before it spiraled further."Stop it!" I yelled before she could remove all her clothes and come in her birth suit in front of me."No!" She fought.In the situation in which I am right now, I can't guarantee that I will lose con
Third-person POVRoseline looks up at Vincenzo with those innocent eyes that no one could ignore. There was a vulnerability in her gaze that touched a chord deep within him. Vincenzo prided himself on his power and strength, believing he could conquer any obstacle, but little did he know that his little wife held a power over him that left him feeling utterly helpless.She was still not in her senses. She couldn't quite grasp the words she was saying, but she knew she felt a burning emptiness within her, a void that only the man standing in front of her could fill. She was feeling a fire within her that only he could extinguish.Vincenzo had fought to maintain control and resist the pull she had on him. But when he looked into her innocent, honey-brown eyes, all his defenses crumbled.When he didn't move from his place, she pulled his wrist. Her touch sent a surge of electricity through his veins, overwhelming his senses. He could hear the desperation in her voice as she pleaded for h
Third-person POV"What are you thinking? Already completed your dare," she said, taking a bold step towards him.At the moment, he thinks that she is pretending to be drunk, that she is not intoxicated but rather playing a game, teasing him knowingly.His mind swirled with conflicting thoughts and emotions, but her proximity heightened his awareness of her presence, making it difficult to resist."What if I don't?" he countered, his voice barely audible and low due to their proximity.He couldn't believe it was his voice. The one who is not afraid of anyone couldn't even make his words loud and clear.A mischievous smile curled her lips, an almost wicked expression. "Then I will declare you the loser," she replied, the hint of an evil glimmer in her eyes.Vincenzo could hear anything but he can't listen to himself as a loser.Sighing deeply He took a step back, his resolve slowly crumbling under the weight of their desires."Fine," he muttered, his voice tinged with resignation.He be
Third-person POV He didn't give her even one second to discern his words before she felt his lips on the tip of her nose. Moving with deliberate intent, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture filled with warmth and affection. Slowly, his lips descended, leaving a trail of feathery kisses across her cheeks, each touch igniting a swarm of butterflies within her stomach. His lips continued their exploration, moving to her chin as he peppered a delicate path of kisses along her jawline. Each brush of his lips sent shivers cascading down her spine, evoking a mixture of anticipation and a newfound sensuality that both excited and unnerved her. She could feel his breath tickling her ear, its soft warmth causing her pulse to quicken when he took her earlobe in between his teeth and tugged over it. The sensation was unfamiliar yet exhilarating, creating a delicious combination of pleasure and vulnerability that left her yearning for more. She lost it and her eyes closed when he