by Mae Doyle
“Fuck you,” I tell him, then shove Enzo. “Move. You want me here so badly? Let’s see what little shithole you live in, shall we?”
We walk up to the house and my family pulls away, hopefully to get my dog. If he doesn’t show up tonight then I have no idea how the fuck I’ll be able to sleep. I’m used to having him in bed with me.
The thought that I could sleep with Enzo flits through my mind, but I push it away. Sure, I could sleep with him. In fact, I bet that he’d be happy to warm my bed. Flames lick up my inner thighs and I have to push them away. The last thing I need to do is fall back into the sack with this guy.
I already have a plan.
I’ll sleep here tonight, but then I’m gone. I’ll pack it all up and move. There’s no reason why I have to stay here. The thought of leaving behind all that I’ve built with my career pains me, but I’ll get over it.
It’s better than being forced to live in a life that I don’t want. To marry someone I don’t love. To have to play the mafia game when all I’ve ever done is try to stay the fuck out of it.
“Are you coming?” Enzo’s standing in the door. He’s turned on the inside light and it’s creating a welcoming glow that looks so comforting and safe that I find myself walking across the porch without really paying attention to what I’m doing.
I hesitate at the door, fully expecting him to grab me and push me inside, but he doesn’t move. After a moment, I step into his house on my own. He follows me and shuts the door, giving me a moment to look around.
This is…well, it’s not what I thought, that’s for sure. I thought that it would be messy, for some reason. Before I can make it across the room or turn around to say something to him, a huge dog comes barreling at me from the hall. It’s black, solid muscle like its owner, and barking up a storm when Enzo calls out its name.
“Frank! Be good,” he says, and the dog immediately drops to the floor, its head on its paws.
“Frank?” I say, turning around to face him. “Your giant dog’s name is Frank?”
Enzo’s eyes are dark as he lets them roam over my body and I shiver under his gaze. There’s something animalistic about the way that he looks at me. It causes my core to tighten and heat up and I can’t help but feel drawn to him.
Even though I’m reluctant to close the gap and walk up to him, he isn’t, and he crosses to me, his eyes dark and locked on my face. My breathing quickens and I feel like I’m lightheaded, but I don’t want it to stop. When he reaches for me, I immediately press my body up against him.
Dammit. I know better. I know that I should turn tail and run from Enzo, but all of the fear that I felt when Giorgio took me comes coursing through my body. It pumps through my veins like adrenaline and I know that only one person can sate me.
Enzo’s the only one who can take away the fear and the excitement in me right now, and that’s why I wrap my arms around his neck, my mouth searching for his.
That’s the only reason, right?
Desire floods my body and I feel myself start to grow wet already as he dips his head to mine, his mouth crushing my lips. They’re going to be bruised and swollen in the morning, but I don’t give a shit. I need him. I need him to fill me and take me.
He forks his hand through my hair and fists it, pulling my head back so that he can nip lightly along my neck to my ear. I mew as he does, my whole body trembling for him to touch me. At the sound I’m making, he pulls back.
He’s breathing hard, but he does a wonderful job keeping his voice calm and steady.
“What do you want, Lucia?”
What the fuck. I’m trembling like putty in his hands and he asks me that? Instead of answering, I reach for his shirt, struggling to unbutton it, but he grabs my wrists, his huge hands easily wrapping around them, and pulls them down.
I want to struggle against him. I want him to fight me, but he looks so damn calm that it takes my breath away.
“What do you want?” He repeats his question, still maddeningly calm.
I can’t answer that. He knows that I can’t, and he keeps fucking asking me. A big of anger grows in me and I growl, trying to pull my hands away from him.
Yeah, right. There’s no way that I could get away from him without him wanting to let me go. He knows it and now I know it.
“Lucia. Be honest with me. Be honest with yourself, for once in your fucking life. I know what you want, and so do you, so why the hell won’t you just say it?”
I can’t. I honestly don’t think that I can put form to the words that are swirling through my brain. That I want him. I want his cock in me, pumping deep into me. I want to feel his hands on my body, pinching and stroking me until I come. I want to wake up smelling like him and feel so exhausted from the night before that I can’t even move.
But I want more than that, and that’s what he wants to hear me admit. He knows me better than I know myself, and he knows that I want him.
But there’s no fucking way I can admit that.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, locking my eyes on his. He digs his fingers into my hips and growls a little, pulling me closer. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my body and I reach down to stroke its outline through his pants.
That gets his attention.
“That’s all you want? You just want me to fuck you? You want me to make you scream out my name and shatter on my cock? You want me to take you to places you didn’t know exist and bury myself in you until you forget who you are?”
I swallow hard, but he’s not done.
“I’m going to do all of that, Lucia, and then I’m going to do more. I’m going to take you farther than you thought that you could go. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight, until you can’t walk, until you think that you’re going to die without my cock rammed inside of you. And then, when you think that you’re done, you’re going to realize that it’s me keeping you alive.”
Fucking hell. I can barely stand up. I’ve never had a guy talk to me like this before. I’m soaking wet, my legs are shaking, and my core calls out for him.
I need his cock in me.
Fucking right now.
Instead of answering him, which would be the right thing to do, I throw myself at him, slipping my hand down his pants. He moans as I grab his cock and start to stroke it. He’s huge, and it’s hard for me to close my hand around his thick dick, but I do the best I can while fumbling with his belt with my free hand.
“Fucking hell, Lucia,” he whispers, grabbing my hand and yanking it from his pants. The next thing I know, he’s ripped my clothes off of me and slammed me up against the wall. I pant, my face turned so that I can see over my shoulder. I can’t get a glimpse of him, but I hear him undoing his pants with one hand, the other pressing on my back so that I can’t move.
I can’t push away from the wall, but even if I could, I don’t know that I’d want to. He runs a line of hot kisses down my back before lightly biting me, then forces my legs apart with his knee.
“You want me to fuck you?” He whispers, and his breath on my skin makes me shiver. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel him slide his hand up my inner thigh, his fingers lightly skating across my folds. Whimpering, I try to push back into him, but I can’t move.
“You want me to just…fuck you and leave you, is that it, Lucia? A quick fuck, let you come, and nothing more?” Before I can respond, he bites my neck, just hard enough to make me cry out. This time, I do rock back against him, and he plunges his fingers into me.
Immediately he strokes me from the inside, and I feel my body respond. As he works his hand, he slides the other around my front to palm my tits. His chest is pressed up against my back so that I can’t move, and I feel his huge throbbing cock pressing into my ass.
He’s going to take me right here.
I told him that I wanted him to fuck me, and he’s giving me exactly what I asked for. Regret pours through me while, at the same time, I feel my body start to twist and tighten. He’s going
to send me over the edge with his fingers, and I’m helpless to stop him.
When I open my mouth to say something, he slips his fingers from me and shoves them into my mouth. Instinctively, I clamp down, the taste of my juices playing across my tongue.
“Don’t open your mouth, Lucia, unless you’re going to suck my cock,” he warns, then positions himself behind me. I feel him press into me and then he slams home his cock deep inside of me.
I cry out, his fingers falling from my mouth when I open it, and I push back as much as he will let me. His huge cock stretches me, and each time he thrusts, he forces himself deeper than before.
Fuck, it feels amazing.
He’s not letting me do anything. I can’t move, I can’t reach for him, hell, I can’t really see him as he thrusts again and again, each movement that he makes dragging me farther along. I’m close to the edge and I close my eyes, biting my lower lip.
My entire body is tight and I feel my legs start to shake. Reaching out, I try to find something on the wall that I can hold onto, but it’s slick and smooth, and I drop my hands back down, simply bracing myself as he takes me.
Again and again he thrusts into me, plunging deeper and sending my nerves firing. I feel my muscles pulling on him when he pulls out, and then he readjusts and slides back in, making me moan.
Every movement he makes is heaven. Everything he does makes my entire body feel like I’m about to tip over the edge.
Enzo thrusts one more time and drops his hand to my clit, pressing and swirling it with his thumb. My mouth falls open and I feel my eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. I’m drowning in it, the waves just keep coming, each one harder and stronger than the last, and I feel like I can’t breathe.
He told me that he would make me shatter on his cock, and that’s exactly what he’s done. I want something to hold onto, but there’s nothing that I can grab to help me center myself.
“Enzo!” Without meaning to, and without realizing what I’m doing, I cry out his name, finally pushing back hard enough on the wall so that I can slam back on his cock. He’s completely filling me and I can barely breathe as I feel him pump into me.
My whole body is covered with sweat and I feel myself start to shake, but there’s literally nothing that I can do to keep myself from falling down. I start to slide to the floor, and he reaches out, looping his arms around me so that he can lift me up and carry me.
I don’t know where he’s carrying me because I can’t keep my eyes open. By the time we make it out of the living room, I have my face pressed against his chest.
He smells like man. Sweat and gunpowder, orgasms and sex. I take a deep breathe of him, allowing the smell of him to lull me to sleep.
Chapter 14
Enzo
That’s what Lucia needed. A good deep dicking and to fall asleep. She’s been passed out all night, and even though I’m banging around in the kitchen making coffee, she still hasn’t moved.
Or she snuck out of the window sometime since I’ve been up.
That thought makes me pause, but I shake my head. She’s ballsy, and driven, and a little crazy, but I don’t think that she’d do that. Besides, even if she did, she’d quickly find out that Mack was here and come back ready to burn my house down to get her damn dog.
Arlo brought him by early this morning and he and Frank have been hitting it off in the backyard. I’m taking the quiet of the morning and enjoying a cup of coffee before the pissed-off whirlwind asleep in my bed wakes up and realizes that she’s not at her own place.
Just as I take another sip, she appears in the doorway. She’s naked, with a sheet wrapped around her, and I feel my cock spring to life. Fuck, yeah, she looks good, she smells good, and now that I know it wasn’t a one-time fluke with how good she fucks, I’m ready for some more of that.
“Where the hell am I?” She sounds accusatory as her eyes dart around my kitchen. I let her look around for a bit before slowly getting up and pouring her a cup of coffee. She looks like the kind of woman to drink it black, and I’m not surprised when she grabs it from me and gulps half of it down.
“My house. Obviously, sleeping beauty. How was your rest?” She cuts her eyes at me but doesn’t answer for a moment. Instead, she walks to the window and looks out it.
“Mack! How did you get him here?” She whips around, her hair a mess in her face, and stares at me.
“Your cousin brought him here.” She looks blank and I can’t help but chuckle. “Don’t you remember demanding that he do that last night? Looks like you have some of the Torenti guys running scared of you, Lucia.”
She sniffs and takes another sip of coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. “I remember a lot of things about last night,” she says slowly, “but some of it is a little fuzzy.” Slowly, she crosses the kitchen to me and slides onto a stool.
I can see every curve of her body thanks to how tight she has the sheet pulled around her, and I wonder if she’s doing it on purpose. I wouldn’t put it past her to try to show me what she has just to throw me for a loop, but I’m not going to let it happen.
I know what I want from her, and it’s not just a few rolls in the hay.
“You want to clue me in on what you do remember and then I can fill in the rest of the details?” I sit down next to her and reach for her hand, but she pulls it back. Fine.
“I was kidnapped from work.” She’s quiet at first but slowly starts to speak a little louder as she tells me about getting hit over the head in the van, the room with the sofa at Giorgio’s, and how scared she was walking across the lawn. “It was so cold on my feet,” she says, her eyes misting a little, “and I kept wondering who was going to take care of Mack.”
“And then?” I need to know what else she remembers. I have to know if she remembers what I did for her in the woods. What we did here.
She blushes and looks down. It’s a new look for her, and one that I don’t entirely hate. Seeing her look a little shy could get me going, but I know that she doesn’t know that’s what she needs right now.
She needs me. She needs me to take care of her and protect her. To make her come and keep her happy, but right now she can’t admit that. Not to herself, not to me.
“I don’t know.”
“You do, Lucia. What happened then?”
She slams her coffee mug down on the table and looks up at me, her bright eyes full of tears. “You…you killed someone! You shot him in the head and I saw it! I was there!”
“Yeah? And that upsets you…why? I killed the guy who was going to kill you, sweetheart. Would you rather it be your body on the ground back there?”
“No!” She’s off her stool and yelling now. Good. I live far away from any neighbors that may hear me. She needs to let off some steam. She needs to figure out what the fuck it is that she wants before I decide for her.
“I just…you murdered him! He was alive and now he’s not!”
She’s being hysterical, and I reach for her, but she backs up a step so that my hands fall uselessly. “He’s not the only person I murdered for you yesterday, Lucia, and I’d do it again. I’d keep fucking doing it if that’s what it took to keep you safe, do you understand that?”
I stand up and walk towards her. My kitchen’s not very big, but she backs up anyway, at least until her back hits the counter and she’s blocked.
Yeah, she’s not going anywhere. My cock’s throbbing for her, my coffee completely forgotten. Fuck, the entire house could burn down around our heads and I wouldn’t give a shit. I’d keep fucking my girl in the middle of the flames until I was sure that she couldn’t handle one more stroke of my cock.
“What are you doing?” She sounds a little nervous, but I don’t stop until my hips are digging into hers. She’s gripping the blanket she’s wrapped around her body tightly, but when I pluck at the front of it, I can carefully peel it down her front.
Fuck. Her perfect tits are right there, no longer covered by cloth. Her sweet pink nipples are h
ard in the cool air, and I reach up to palm one, my eyes locked on her.
“You’re mine,” I tell her. “I saved you. I claimed you. You’re not getting away from me now, Lucia. You just need to understand that.”
She locks eyes with me and I think that she’s going to agree. Maybe my girl has finally come to see the light and I won’t have to worry about her doing some stupid shit again, like getting herself kidnapped.
She just needs to see that she’s important to me and that I’ll do anything that I have to to keep her safe. Murder. Mayhem. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before, and I’m sure as hell not going to just let her walk out of my life, no matter what she thinks.
No matter how scared she is.
Because right now, she’s scared. I can tell by the way she’s looking at me and how her lower lip is trembling a little. Leaning forward, I kiss her, gently now, more gently than I’ve ever kissed her. Before, I wanted to fuck and claim her.
Now that I have her, I want to make sure that she’s safe.
“Why? Why do you care so much about me? There’s really no reason for you to want to protect me or to give a shit what I do, so why the hell do you care so much? It doesn’t make any sense.”
I’m still digging my hips into her, so I know that she can feel my cock pressing into her body, but she tries to jerk out of the way, dragging the blanket with her. Reflexively, I reach out and grab her shoulders, spinning her back to me.
She can’t just ask questions like that and then think that she can walk away. I don’t know why Lucia has gotten under my skin so badly, but she has, and now I don’t ever want to let her go.
I tell her that and she scoffs, her perfect little mouth twisted a little as she laughs.
“I’m under your skin? That’s the only answer you have to give me? Fuck, Enzo, I thought for sure that you could come up with something better than that.”
“You’re scared.” Every single time she lashes out at me, she tires to hurt me, but I know what she’s doing. “You’re scared because you know that you and I could be really good together, but you’re afraid to see what could happen. You want it as badly as I do, Lucia, but you aren’t sure of what people will think.”
