a lifetime and a world away. And then he said it. "I can't stop thinking about you." Why did he have to say that? Why that exactly? I had been feeling exactly the same way - every minute, every hour, every day since I had watched him walk out the door of Clarissa's office. God help me, even when Will and I had made love all I could think about was him , how much he wanted me and how much everything about me seemed to drive him wild and fuck him up. I wasn't even sure I could go be with Will again when all I could think about with him inside me was another man and how much better it had been. A thousand times better. Lying there and waiting for him to come had felt as close to cheating as you can get without leaving your boyfriend's arms. I marched over to Vincent and pushed him backwards. The look of shock in his eyes was perfect. Cutting him down to size was a pleasure I would never get enough of. He bumped against the pool table and I went down on my knees in front of him. I was going to drive him wild and then throw him the fuck out of there. Catch and release, that's all he was good for, and then I would break it off with Will first thing tonight before anything else. It would never work between us. I knew that now. Not with either of them. "Do it Victoria." I looked up at him. The pain I was causing him was exquisite. I wanted him to beg for it - not zip it up and turn into prince God damn charming like Will. "Go on." He said. "Just like you promised - I've been waiting for it since I first heard you say it and I can't take much more of this." He wanted me to do it and he wasn't ashamed to ask. Of course Will wanted me to suck his dick too but why he wouldn’t let me was a mystery. A mystery I no longer gave a fuck about. I pulled open the buttons on Vincent's pants and then waited. His massive cock bulged out through his designer shorts. "Do it God damn it, I've been waiting so long. Don’t make me wait any longer, I can't take it anymore." I blew hot air through his shorts onto his dick and watched him throw that beautiful head of his back and groan like an animal in pain. "Not yet." I said. "I've got something else for you first." He leaned his hands against the pool table behind him and waited, but I knew he wouldn't hold himself back for too much longer - not a man like him - desire like that can’t be denied. I stood up, turned around and then watched him over my shoulder while I rolled up my skirt from behind. I wanted to see exactly what it did to him. "You dirty little bitch." He hissed. "That's right." I said. "That's me - the dirty little bitch from Shillington, Ohio who has Manhattan eating out of her hand." "You don’t know what you're doing to me Victoria." My skirt rode up over my stockings to reveal the garters that sent him out of his mind. I hadn't stopped wearing them since the day Clarissa had convinced me to put them on for him. It was part of the madness of this whole situation that I hadn’t been able to let go of. Maybe it was the feeling of power - knowing what they could do to him if he ever saw them again and what they would make him do to me. "You're the most sadistic little bitch on earth." He said. It was exactly what I wanted to hear. I continued on up - the fabric glided smoothly over my black lined, pink silk panties and I watched him groan. He knew I was wet for him, even if he couldn't see it yet. He was still pinned against the pool table, the massive bulge between his legs struggling for release. It had taken Will so long to get hard the night before and even when we had first been together all those years ago, he had never been as hard as and as desperate to be inside me as Vincent Medici was whenever he saw my lingerie. And he was staring at it now. I was showing it to him. I wanted to break him and see him lose control. He pushed himself violently from the pool table and with one violent breath he gripped the panties and tore them from me. The