Page 74 of King of War

I ignore her plea. “Christ, you’re fucking dripping here, baby. You hear how wet you are for me?” The sound of my fingers sliding over her slick flesh is loud and incredibly satisfying.

She bites down on her lip, moaning as her nails dig into my neck.

“You want to come, Rayne?”

“Yes!”

I drive two fingers inside her again, and she throws her head back on a guttural groan. “Soon, baby.” I work her over, alternating between lavishing her clit with attention and fucking her with my fingers, bringing her to the edge but not letting her fall over. I would keep her here forever if I could. My cock is aching to be inside her, precum making a mess of my boxers, but I’m enjoying this far too much to stop. My greatest pleasure will always be in making her completely unravel.

“Enzo, please.” Tears squeeze from the corners of her eyes.

My mouth resting against her ear, I soothe her. “I know, baby. You really need to come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re creaming all over my hand so hard. All I can smell is your cum, Rayne. It’s always been my favorite scent in the whole goddamn world, and right now it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

She clings to my neck, riding my hand. “Then let me come and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Mhmmm.” Her lips are pressed together, brow furrowed and her body shaking.

How about I put a ring on your finger and knock you up so that we can catch up on the six years I wasted for us? Being a man very fond of his balls, I don’t say that aloud. “Baby, I might make you regret that later.”

She gasps, head thrown back. “Then I’ll deal with it later.”

I take advantage of the exposed skin of her neck, my tongue licking a path to the base of her throat. Fuck. She tastes incredible. Feels incredible. I sink my fingers deeper. Farther. Harder. Grind my palm against her swollen clit. “You feel so good like this. I’m going to make up for all the time I missed enjoying this exquisite cunt.”

“Enzo!” Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her orgasm climbing higher.

“Every fucking day for the rest of my life I’m going to make you moan my name like that.” She cries out as I’m speaking the words, like I knew she would—safer to make declarations about forever when she’s too far gone to fully register what I’m saying. The orgasm she’s been chasing for so long finally washes over her, and I feel it rippling through her body, her pussy spasming on my fingers and her juices running down my palm and onto my wrist. Her undoing is a beautiful sight, and one I’m privileged to witness.

I press a possessive kiss on her forehead, holding her upright while her entire body trembles with the strength of her climax. “If I ask you something will you give me the truth?”

She sucks in a raspy breath. “Depends what it is.”

“This isn’t my ego talking, or maybe it is a little but…” I take a breath too, because what if it’s not the same for her? I think it would break me if she tells me that, yet still I’m fool enough to ask her anyway.

She looks up at me, her dark lashes wet with moisture, fluttering against her flushed cheeks. “What are you asking me, Enzo?”

“Tell me it’s not like this with anyone else, Rayne. Because it’s not for me. It’s never been this intense with anyone but you.”

A shy smile plays on her pink lips. “Are you seriously asking me if you make me come harder than anyone else has?”

“Yes, but also no. It’s more than that. More than the orgasms and how hard you make me. It’s…” I press our foreheads together. “Is it like this with anyone else for you?”

She lets out a soft sigh, and her warm breath dusts over my face. “No, Enzo. It’s never been like this with anyone except you.” I wait for her to remind me that it still changes nothing—that I still broke her heart and eviscerated our relationship, but this time she doesn’t. And I suspect it’s not because she doesn’t still believe that’s true, but because we both already know that too-painful truth.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

ENZO

Micah and Rafael flank either side of me as we cross the reception of the Caruso hotel. The air hums with the constant chorus of slot machines and distant cheers from the gaming floor. Crystal chandeliers spill golden light across polished marble. The scent of expensive perfume mixed with cigar smoke follows the people that drift past, chasing luck and filled with midday optimism.

I’ve been lying low, waiting to see what moves the don will make next, waiting for him to make a mistake. I guess he kicked the next phase of his plan into action because Nero Mancini requested a meeting with me, and so here we are. The Mancinis consider Caruso territory neutral ground, and right now I still don’t know which way Gian Caruso will go. Sure, he was pissed during the meeting the other day in my penthouse, but he’s been loyal to Don Falcone for decades. He could have a crisis of conscience and switch allegiance if the don manages to sweet-talk him. Maybe Carmine will offer him a bigger slice of the whole pie if he can take me out of the equation. Of course, to do that he’d have to take down my brothers too, and us Medicis don’t intend on going anywhere. I suspect everything is going to implode after this meeting, and I’ll be forced to confront Carmine sooner rather than later, but I’m ready for that.