Enzo: The Gambani Mafia

by Savannah Rylan

  “You are a daughter any father would be proud of, Serena.”

  “Thanks, Daddy,” I said with a smile.

  However, meeting this guy tomorrow meant the rest of my life had to be put on pause. Not my career, of course. But the things I did with my friends. During the week, I was Miss Conti. But on the weekends? I was a delicate woman in the arms of a man. I was making memories with friends and taking miniature road trips to the beach and traveling to the mountains of Wisconsin and throwing parties.

  I had one last night to do it up with my friends, so I was going to take full advantage of it.

  “Any plans for your evening?” my father asked.

  “Yeah. I know you usually go out with your friends on Friday nights,” my mother said.

  “We might get into something,” I said with a grin. “It all depends on how I’m feeling after dinner, I guess.”

  “Well, if you want your mother to help you get ready for tomorrow, come over,” my father said. “You’re more than welcome.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  But the only thing on my mind was the club, and how I would dance the night away one last time.

  3

  Enzo

  All of the guys I regularly frequented clubs with bailed on me for the night, so I was in the back surveying the scene. If I was going to be tied down to one woman for the rest of my life, then I was going to make sure I enjoyed myself tonight. I enjoyed being in the back. Relegating myself to the shadows. I was able to look out at everything around me without worrying about threats creeping up behind my back. I rose the cool bourbon to my lips as I looked around me, my eyes clocking all the beautiful women the club had to offer tonight.

  One of those lucky ladies would be my conquest for the evening, and I couldn’t wait to pick one.

  I loved being with different women. The female form was beautiful and never the same twice. Each woman had a different taste and a different set of wants. A different plethora of sounds for me to enjoy as I took her in all the ways I wanted. I prided myself in the way I treated women, though I never stayed with one for more than a night. I’ve never laid my hands on a woman to hurt her unless she begged for the pain and I’d never taken advantage of a woman who didn’t already want me.

  But when I knew she wanted me, she needed to watch out. Because I was coming for her, mind body and soul.

  As I continued casing the club, my eyes fell on a woman at the bar. She was talking with this guy who was trying to chat her up, but she didn’t seem to be interested. Her body was turned away from him and she wouldn’t make eye contact. The words she spoke were truncated at best, but the man didn’t seem to be getting the picture. He was putting his hand on her knee before she moved it away and trying to wrap his arm around her chair and turn her towards him. He was attempting to force something that wasn’t there, and that didn’t sit well with me.

  So, I went to go intervene.

  “Hello there, beautiful. I was wondering when you were finally going to show up.”

  The woman looked up at me with a beautiful set of hazel eyes. Bright and big but guarded to her core. Her dark brown hair tumbled down her back, thick and luscious and ready for my hand to tangle up in it. Her skin was dark. A luscious tan that wrapped around curves that would kill in a bikini.

  Her skin tone would look amazing against mine.

  “You know this guy?” the man asked.

  “Told you I had a boyfriend,” the woman said as she eyed the guy beside her.

  “Enzo. Nice to meet you,” I said.

  I eyed the guy closely and he cleared his throat. He nodded his head as if to concede defeat, then slid from his chair and walked off. I eyed him all the way to the corner as he took a seat in the chair I had once inhabited.

  Which was fine.

  I wasn’t planning on taking up residence in it again anyway.

  “Thank you,” the woman said.

  “Some men don’t understand the idea of the word ‘no’,” I said.

  “I’m Serena. You know, in case your girlfriend needs a name,” she said.

  “Nice to meet you, Serena. Would you like a refresher on that drink of yours?”

  I sat down beside her, my hand lingering around her back. She nodded and smiled at me as she turned her body towards mine. She was opening up to me and I had to bury my smirk.

  Women couldn’t ever resist someone that saved them.

  “So, Serena. What brings a beautiful woman like yourself to a place like this tonight?” I asked.

  “Just looking for a night of fun. My friends were supposed to meet me here, but they haven’t showed up yet.”

  “Well, they would be the ones missing out.”

  “It was a last-minute decision, so they probably already had plans,” she said.

  “I’d cancel any plans I had for a woman like yourself,” I said.

  Her eyes locked with mine as the two of us sipped on our drinks. Her body was completely engaged with mine as her eyes raked up and down my form. My body was pulsing with need as her hazel eyes devoured me. But I kept up my gentlemanly tactics and kept my eyes to myself.

  “Question,” I said.

  “Go right ahead.”

  “Are you still in need of a boyfriend tonight?” I asked.

  “Do you have context for that question?” Serena asked.

  “There are some interesting rooms sitting above this club that couples usually inhabit. And if you’re in need of a boyfriend, I’m certainly in need of a partner.”

  I watched her eyes darken with lust as she sipped back the rest of her drink.

  “I thought those rooms were only reserved for the wealthy,” Serena said.

  “I know the owner,” I said with a wink. “A friend of the family.”

  “Then lead the way, boyfriend.”

  I took her hand and led her to the back before we ascended the steps. I could feel her fingers clinging to my hand as the darkened staircase coated our bodies. We got to the top and I opened the door, introducing another hallway into the mix.

  Then I walked us into the first room on the left and shut the door behind us.

  I pulled her into me and our lips collided. She tasted of the appletini she had been drinking as her hands ran up my chest. She gripped at my coat, pulling me closer to her as my hands dropped to her waist.

  But I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay.

  I wanted her now.

  I ran my hands up her bare legs before I hoisted her against my body. Her tongues tangled up in pleasure as I backed her into the locked door. The darkness of the room slid over our bodies as I pinned her to the surface, my hands running quickly along her curves. I could feel her wetness growing as I unbuckled my pants. I shoved them down, allowing my cock to spring free for her. My fingertips pulled her panties off to the side as she gasped.

  I slicked my cock up in her juices before I pressed quickly into her.

  She groaned with fire in her voice. Her head pressed into the crook of my neck as I sank into her wet warmth. Her curves called to me. The way her thighs wrapped around my waist and squeezed me made my legs shake. She was fire and I was cold as ice, my soul dripping for her as she burned me with her heat.

  I grasped her hands with mine, pinning them over her head. I slid my lips down her cheek, nipping and suckling at her neck. She moaned and panted, her body splitting open for me as her fluids dripped down my cock.

  I wanted her one last time. I didn’t want this quick session to be the last I had of her body.

  My pace quickened as her heels dug into my back. Her scent filled my nostrils and tugged at the animal inside of me. I pounded into her body, forcing her up the door as I rendered her motionless. She was moaning and grunting. Her pussy was throbbing around my cock. I could feel her catching me in its grasp as I rolled my hips up, battling between pouring myself into her and waiting until she was done.

  “So close. So close. Yes. Like that. Don’t stop.”

  Her whispered pleas
sounded like a prayer upon my ears. I released her hands, allowing her to tumble into my body as I slammed into her one last time. I felt my legs contract as I sprayed her throbbing walls, her body shaking in my arms as she kissed the side of my neck. Her pussy milked my cock for all it had as I painted her walls with my mark. I could smell our mingled scent wafting around our bodies.

  Our lips connected heavily as I held her against the door, her legs shaking around me as our juices dripped to the floor.

  “Care to take this back to my place, girlfriend?”

  I felt her smile against my lips as her hands ran along my shoulders.

  “I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I denied you that now, would I?”

  4

  Serena

  I couldn't believe I was doing this. I never went back to a man’s place for a second round. I had three rules I always abided by: never see a guy for more than a weekend, never go back to his place, and never take him back to yours. If we wanted to spend more time together, then the only requirement was for us to make a place in our budgets for a hotel room. It kept me from getting attached since I knew my future. I knew my parents would pick my future husband, and the last thing I needed was to get attached to some man.

  But there I was, riding to this guy’s place in his very expensive car.

  The car ride was silent as his hand laced with mine. Every once in a while I caught him staring at me. Taking a peek at my legs as his air conditioning system fluttered the fabric of my dress. His thumb traced circles on top of my skin as his arousal continued to seep out of my body. It was soaking my panties and wetting the back of my dress, and the worse it got the more I flushed.

  We pulled up to his home and I gawked at the apartment complex. He didn’t live in a regular apartment. This man lived in a luxury condominium. He helped me out of the car and I blushed furiously at the wet spot I’d left behind.

  But all he did was grin at me as he shut his car door.

  He led me up to his place and the view was breathtaking. The furniture was genuine leather and the gas fireplace was roaring with life. There were full-length windows that looked out over the expanse of Chicago, and I couldn't take my eyes off the beauty of it.

  “You like it?” Enzo asked.

  I felt his hands slowly unzipping my dress.

  “This is a beautiful view,” I said.

  “It’s my second favorite part of the entire place,” he said.

  He slid the fabric of the dress off my shoulders and watched as it pooled at my feet.

  “What’s your favorite part of this place?” I asked.

  His hands gripped my waist, whipping me around on my feet. I was getting a good look at the man I’d been with for the first time, and he was stunningly handsome. Dark brown hair like mine, styled in a messy sort of way. His jawline was strong and he had these cute little dimples in his cheeks. It lended a boyish charm to the intensity behind his amber-colored eyes. He was tall, looming over me as his hands unhooked my bra.

  My breasts swung freely against my body as the piece of fabric tumbled to the floor.

  He scooped me up in his arms in nothing but my panties and my heels. He carried me through the living room before we headed down a hallway. I couldn’t stop staring at him. I’d never come into contact with a man as handsome as Enzo was. He smiled at me like he knew what was going through my head, but my attention was broken when he sat me onto the edge of something.

  I looked around and saw we were in his kitchen and I furrowed my brow.

  “Your favorite place is the kitchen?” I asked.

  “I like to cook,” he said as he stepped away. “Is that a bad thing?”

  I watched him peel his tailored suit from his body. One by one, the pieces of fabric dropped to the floor and revealed the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. His abs were chiseled and his chest was swollen with strength. His shoulders were etched with muscles and his arms were pulsing with protruding veins. I gawked at his beauty. I couldn’t help it. His sinewy thighs held his rock-hard body in place as his cock grew right before my very eyes.

  And holy shit, he had an impressive cock.

  He spread my legs and pulled me to the edge of the kitchen island counter. His hand pressed into my chest, laying me back onto the marble countertops. The countertop was cold and I began shivering in front of him. But once he ripped my panties right from my body with a loud pop, a heat coursed through my veins.

  “Sorry about that,” Enzo said. “Occupational hazard.”

  His hands massaged my legs and I moaned at his touch. His thumbs parted my pussy folds and I shivered at our connection. I opened my eyes and saw him eyeing me. Watching my wetness drip down my slit and pool onto the kitchen counter beneath me.

  “So beautiful,” he said with a whisper.

  He gripped his cock and slammed into me before he tossed my legs over his shoulders. He climbed up onto the counter with a speed I would’ve never thought a man his size would’ve possessed. He dove in and out of my depths, fucking me while my tits jumped in his face. His hands were everywhere. My hips. My waist. My cheeks. My tits. He cupped and touched and kissed parts of me no man had bothered to touch before, and I could feel his cock throbbing against my walls. Growing with want as his trimmed curls raked against the tip of my clit.

  “Holy shit. Oh my gosh. This is… yes. Don’t stop. Please.”

  His pleasure rendered me breathless. I saw stars bursting in my vision even before my toes began to curl. His lips crashed into mine, silencing my whispered chants as he pounded harder into my hips. Pleasure blurred the lines of pain as his hands found mine. He pinned them above my head as my breasts jumped against his skin. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other filled his kitchen, tainting everything with our mingled scents.

  But I couldn't take it anymore. My body was screaming for release.

  I rolled my hips as much as I could, feeling him smirk against my lips. My clit was throbbing desperately as his curls teased my sensitive nub. I gripped onto his hands. So tightly that my fingers started to go numb. He pressed his chiseled chest into me, my body igniting with the fire he was stoking between my legs.

  I found my end, my back arching and my body trembling as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.

  “That’s it. I can feel it. Come for me, Serena. Take what you want.”

  My pussy clamped around his cock as I felt his come spray my walls. My vision was tunneling with the intensity of my orgasm as my back collapsed back to the counter. My legs fell from around him as his cock continued to pump me full, releasing so much of himself into me that it began to shoot out from between my thighs.

  Then, he released my hands and gathered me into his arms.

  I woke up the next morning to the sun just beginning to peek through the curtains. I groaned and rolled over, feeling the crusted evidence of last night’s activities crackle against my thighs. I felt like I was laying on a cloud. The sheets of the bed I was in were so soft and buttery.

  I didn’t want to move.

  “There’s a cab waiting for you downstairs whenever you wish to get up and get going.”

  I rose my head at the sound of Enzo’s voice. He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom I was in, his fingertips buttoning a crisp black shirt. I ran my hands through my hair and sat up, taking the comforter with me so my naked body wouldn’t be revealed to him again.

  The action made him grin as he nodded his head.

  “I had your outfit laundered and bought you another pair of lacy panties. They match the ones I mangled last night. Everything is hanging in the closet.”

  “Thanks,” I said sleepily. “Are you going somewhere?”

  “I have familial obligations to tend to. But I did enjoy our evening. It was nice getting to know you.”

  Getting to know me? What the hell was this?

  “When you leave, lock the doorknob. I won’t be gone long,” Enzo said.

  “Where are you headed?” I asked.

&n
bsp; His eyes looked up at me with a hardened glance as he tucked his shirt into his matching black pants.

  “Thank you for the evening,” Enzo said. “The driver downstairs will make sure you get home safely. If you aren’t down there in thirty minutes, he’ll come up here and make sure you’ve got everything you need.”

  “I’ll be fine,” I said flatly.

  “Good.”

  I watched him walk away as I furrowed my brow. Was he rushing me out of here? Just like that? It was ‘nice getting to know me’? What an asshole. Not that it mattered anyway, but the least I could’ve done was pick a decent man for my last overnight tryst.

  I slid from the bed and quickly got myself dressed, then headed downstairs to the cab.

  It wasn’t really a cab. It was a sleek black town car sitting at the curb with a driver waiting for me. He opened the door for me and I got in, and I told him where I needed him to take me. All I knew was that I wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. I felt a kindred connection with a man who was nothing more than some rich dick who hid behind his money to try and impress people.

  The only thing I could hope was that the man my parents had me meeting today was better than that.

  Because I deserved better than that. Even if it was only a one-night stand.

  5

  Enzo

  I buttoned my suit coat as I walked into my father’s house. The two of us were set to arrive for dinner at the Conti’s at five in the evening. But there were some things my father wanted to address first, so I sat in the kitchen waiting for him to come down the stairs.

  “Son? Is that you?”

  “Good morning, father. Is there some reason why you wanted me here so early?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he said as he came into the room. “I want to have a discussion with you.”