Page 92 of King of War

I pull off my shirt, and she rakes her nails over my chest, down my abs and to my waistband where she unfastens my belt and pants. I plant a quick kiss on her lips, but those are not the lips I want my mouth on. I drag kisses over her skin, from her collarbone to her nipples, nipping at each one. A gentle bite before dragging my teeth down her stomach, my lips never leaving her body.

“Enzo,” she whines, bucking her hips against me.

I spread her thighs wide and drop my head between them until her incredible scent floods my senses. “Fuck, you’re addictive, baby. I can never get enough of this sweet cunt.”

She arches her back, pressing herself into my waiting mouth. I eat her like a man starved, loving the desperate sounds she makes as I bring her to the edge. My cock leaking in my boxers with every taste of her.

“You get so fucking wet for me, Rayne.” I slide two fingers inside her, and she falls apart for me, her thighs trembling and her pussy leaking cum all over my face. I lick her through every last tremor, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. Then I move back up the bed, sealing my mouth over hers and letting her taste herself on me. “You see how fucking incredible you taste? I swear I could live on nothing but your cum for the rest of my days and be a happy man.”

“I’m sure that’s not even remotely healthy,” she pants, her eyes twinkling with happiness.

I settle between her spread thighs, pin her wrists above her head and sink inside her.

“God, Enzo,” she mewls.

“I know, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I pull out and drive all the way back inside her, filling her completely, until her eyes are rolling and she’s begging for me to fuck her harder. I flip her onto her front, pull her up onto all fours, and then I rail into her with everything I have, taking and giving her everything we both need.

She cries out my name, her fingernails digging into the duvet. “Fuck, I wish you could see how well you take my cock. The way your pussy swallows me whole is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She throws her head back, her pussy walls rippling around me as she comes hard for me. When I finish inside her a few moments later, filling her tight cunt with my cum, I almost black out from the strength of it.

We fall onto the bed in tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving breaths, and I immediately roll onto my back and pull her into my arms—where she belongs.

She lies on her side, head nestled into my shoulder while she trails her fingertips lazily over my abs. We don’t speak for a while.

“Enzo?” she says softly, her sweet voice washing over my skin like a caress.

I cup her jaw, tip her head back so I can look at her gorgeous face. “Yeah, baby?”

“Did you swear your loyalty to Carmine for all these years to protect me?”

Damn my brothers. I bet it was Rafael who spilled his guts. “Who told you that?”

“Nobody. Well, not exactly. Luca intimated, but⁠—”

“Luca told you?” I ask her, surprised as hell that it was him who ratted me out. Sorry, Raf!

“Not exactly. He just kind of lined up a few puzzle pieces and then I put them together.”

“Fucker,” I grumble.

“So, did you do that?”

I brush the pad of my thumb over her cheekbone. “Yes.”

Her hazel eyes fill with tears, and I’m not sure why. “He also seemed to know a lot about my life. Where I live and work. Is that something to do with you too?”

Shit! Is that what the tears are about? Is she upset because I was spying on her? If Luca has fucked this up for me, at least any more than I have done for myself, I will kick his ass. “I kept tabs on you, yes. I had to make sure Carmine was keeping to his end of the bargain.”

She shuffles up into a sitting position. “Why did you do that?”

I blink, not entirely sure which part of what I did she’s referring to.

“You never really trusted Carmine. It must have been hell working for him all these years,” she says.

I swallow hard, thinking of all the fucked-up shit I did for him and how he must have been laughing behind my back all along—him and my father—knowing my girl was innocent. Fury rises in my throat, leaving a bitter taste on my tongue. And then I look into her sweet, trusting face, and the anger dissolves faster than ice in the Nevada sun. “It was worth it.”

“Even when you thought I’d betrayed you?”