Enzo grips my hips so hard, I’m sure I’m going to bruise there and honestly, I don’t care. I want him to consume all of me. To take all of me. Nothing else would be sweeter.
“Kira,” he groans, thrusting into me. I gasp when his cock sinks deeper into my body. My inner walls clench down on him, making his voice catch in his throat. I love knowing I have this kind of power over him. That we can be equals when we’re in bed together.
He fucks me harder and harder and harder.
My eyes flutter closed as I let the sensations wash over my body. My hips match his pace. It’s frantic and frenzied and neither one of us is going to stop.
“Oh,” I cry out, arching my back. A flutter of pleasure runs through my body. I need to find another release.
“That’s it,” he says in a dark voice which only turns me on more. Enzo grabs my ankles and places them on his shoulders, thrusting into me deeper. I’m spread wide for him. There’s no going back from this and honestly, I wouldn’t want to stop this for the world.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I repeat like a mantra as he claims me. It’s all too much. Too good. Too consuming. I can’t even think. I’m not sure I can even breathe.
With a determined expression, Enzo increases the force of his thrusts. He doesn’t fuck me like a wild man. No. Instead, each of his thrusts are controlled and intense and powerful. Every one of them makes me let out a moan and I don’t even feel embarrassed by it.
Not in this moment. Nothing could ruin it for me.
“Come for me,” he says with a powerful thrust. I choke on my gasp. “Now, Kira. Fuck.”
The pleasure working its way through my body doesn’t stop. Not until it reaches its crescendo and in an instant, my second orgasm of the night washes over me.
“Enzo,” I cry out, unable to stop myself.
He thrusts into me once more before his own release claims him. The sight of Enzo shuddering and getting lost in his pleasure is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He slips out of me before lowering himself next to me on the bed. We each take a moment to stare up at the ceiling, catching our breath. My body is sore and I honestly don’t care. All I feel in this moment is pure and utter freedom.
Without hesitating, I lay in Enzo’s arms and after a beat, he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.
Chapter Seventeen
Enzo
The only thing I want to do is stay in Kira’s arms but I have work to attend to. Killing Matteo is going to make things messy.
I get a call from Gregor that he wants to meet to discuss things. He and Maksim don’t even know that Kira was kidnapped but it’s not going to take a genius to find out that I’m the one who killed Matteo. I wasn’t exactly careful about cameras when I showed up at his penthouse. I had one of my most trusted men clean up the bodies but that’s not going to erase evidence forever.
I meet with Gregor, Maksim, and Nikolai at Nikolai’s restaurant. Just a few months ago, I never would have been caught dead in a Bratva restaurant but now I’m married to a Bratva wife and I’ve never been happier.
“Gregor,” I say with a nod, sliding into the booth next to Nikolai. “Maksim. Nik.”
Nikolai tenses. “I never agreed to you using a nickname for me.”
“Why not? We’re business partners now. I think we can use nicknames for each other.”
“Business partners don’t plunge each other into a war,” Gregor growls.
I sit up straighter. “What are you talking about?”
“I received a dead rabbit on my doorstep this morning and a message written in blood on my door. It said that the mafia were coming for me. What is that about, Enzo?”
“Who sent this message?”
“We think it was Marco Amato,” Nikolai explains. “One of his closest friends was caught on camera writing the bloody message on Gregor’s door. Why is Marco Amato coming after us?”
“He was never happy about me working with the Bratva. Nothing has changed.”
Maksim narrows his eyes. “You’re lying. Something has changed and you’re not telling us what. So, what did you do?”
