“You little liar.”
In one smooth motion, I roll her onto her back and really plunge my cock into her. Our moans continue to echo through the foyer. The sound of our skin connecting makes my cock grow harder.
“You are mine,” I say into her ear.
She grips my neck and pulls my face to hers. “And you’re mine.”
“Yes I am.”
I fuck her harder and harder and harder. Her inner walls clench down on my cock. It’s like Kira’s body was made for me. And I guess I was made for her as well. Two people who couldn’t stand each other. Now, we can’t get enough.
“Come for me again,” I growl, pounding into her. Kira tightens her legs around my waist.
“Enzo,” she gasps out.
“Come for me. Now.” I thrust into her once more and it does the trick. Her body tenses right before she finds her release. It only takes me a moment to come right after her.
I keep my weight off her as I catch my breath. Kira strokes her fingers down my back. There’s a comfortableness between us. It will only grow the longer we’re married.
I roll off her and slump onto the floor. “God. That was…”
“It was ok.”
I give her an incredulous look. “Just ok?”
She shrugs.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that, don’t you?”
Her cheeky grin tells me everything I need to know. “Of course I am. Where would be the fun in having no challenges in life? I have to keep you on your toes, you know.”
“Tell me. Tell me it was more than ok. But don’t lie. Only tell me if you mean it.”
Her smile disappears and is replaced with a genuine look. “It was great. I mean that. I love you, Enzo. I wasn’t lying about that. No more lies. Only the truth.”
“I love you too.” I groan as I’m reminded of the pain in my chest from all my cuts.
“Let’s get you to bed,” she says. “You need to rest. I doubt your doctor would be happy knowing you just had sex after getting stitches.”
“You’re probably right. But nothing can keep my hands from you.”
“Ok tough guy.” She helps me to my feet and we go to our bedroom. The place that once felt like we’d never have a home and now it feels like a true home.
I change into sweatpants and get under the covers, letting out a sigh of relief. After changing into loungewear, Kira joins me in the bed, wrapping her arms around me.
“What happens now?” she asks.
“Francesca won’t be a problem any more. She likes getting her way but she always defers to me.”
“She won’t want to team up with Marco, do you think? He’s still not happy with you killing Matteo.”
“I can deal with Marco. He’s low enough on the totem pole to not have any real power. I’m not worried. Especially with the power of the Mafia and the Bratva together.”
“I want to believe that but I’m worried. Matteo kept coming after me until he was dead. Will Marco be the same?”
“I’m not sure. But I know he loves his money and status too much to want to lose it in some war that he knows he’s not going to win. Don’t worry for now, Kira. Not when we’re together. I fought for you and I’ll do it again.”
“I’ll do the same.”
