It's just… us.
34
ALLEGRA
I wakeup sometime in the middle of the night, and one look at Enzo's naked body next to me makes me remember everything. Clarity slowly returns, and last night's events look entirely different.
I remember clearly how Lucia had introduced me to that man, how she'd had nothing but good things to say about him, and in my champagne-addled brain, he had seemed like a wonderful conversation partner.
But I also remember something else. I remember how, right before we'd gone onto the balcony, he'd nodded at someone to the side.
Lucia, Lucia, what did you hope for?
Did she think Enzo would kill me too?
Probably.
But it seems she doesn't know her son too well. He's still a cold-blooded killer—well, the temperature is debatable—but he seems to have a weakness for women, or in this case,thiswoman.
As I piece together all thenot-so-coincidencesof the night before, an idea takes shape in my mind.
Shameless…
I might be shameless, but it seems Lucia is in need of another lesson. And what better way to teach her than to show her exactly what her son's doing to me?
Swinging my legs off the bed, I go to the north-facing wall and move aside the chest of drawers I'd used to cover the camera.
The little eye of the lens twitches back to life, and a devious smile spreads across my lips.
"Allegra?" Enzo's voice calls out to me, and I turn to find him sitting up on the bed, his eyes darkening as his gaze caresses my naked body.
Walking toward the bed, I undulate my body in a seductive dance, hoping to awaken his interest.
"Enzo," I say in a breathless tone, lowering myself to the bed and crawling toward him.
"What is it?" he asks, already hard and ready to go.
"I need you," I cry out, brushing my breasts against his chest.
"My little tigress needs me." His teeth catch my lips, and he gives me a resounding kiss before turning me around on my stomach. "Tell me what you need, little tigress, and I'll give it to you." His breath touches my neck as he groans, and goose bumps cover my entire body.
"You… I want you," I purr, half for the camera, half because he makes me feel wild in my own skin.
"Details. I want details." His fingers carve a blazing trail down my spine, reaching my ass and giving me a resounding slap.
"I want your cock deep inside me," I say the words out loud, and a blush envelops my face.
"Such a naughty girl," Enzo chides in an amused tone, his fingers dipping between my ass cheeks and finding me drenched for him. I thrust my butt against his hand, whimpering as he plays with me.
"I love your sounds, my wicked little tigress, the way you mewl when I pet your pretty pussy." His words only serve to arouse me further, and soon I forget all about the camera, his expert touch making me squirm and cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck me," I say again as I come down from my orgasm.
"If you beg so nicely…" he drifts off, and I feel him at my entrance, pushing in and filling me.
"Fuck!" Enzo grunts when he's all the way inside me. Hands on my waist, he drags me toward him until my back is against his chest. His mouth is on my neck, biting me in an animalistic claiming as he pumps his hips in and out of me.
"You feel so good wrapped around my cock, little tigress," his voice is rough against my skin, his hands unyielding as they explore my body, wringing every bit of pleasure from it. "I swear I could spend an eternity buried inside you," he continues, his mouth next to my face, his words for my ears only.
