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She doesn’t seem to mind either. Her hungry eyes devour my cock, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. I grab her thighs and lift her. I can't afford to wait anymore. I have to have her now. I slam her against the wall and her legs wrap around my waist. She's driven by the same sense of urgency that grips me. Her pussy, hot and wet against my cock, welcomes me into its honeyed warmth.
I thrust, burying myself in one brutal stroke. She screams, her pussy so tight, so hot, gripping me like a fist. The bare heat of her is mind-blowing, better than that night, better than anything.
“Fuck, Fina,” I grunt, thrusting hard. My hips slam into hers, the wet, slapping sound of our bodies deafening. Her juices coat my cock, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs. Her nails carve into my back, drawing blood, and it gets me on a fucking high. I fuck her harder, deeper, my cock stretching her, filling her so wholly.
She’s meeting every thrust, her hips rocking, taking me to the hilt. Her moans are loud and filthy, like she’s trying to outfuck that night too. I angle my hips, hitting that spot inside her, and she screams, her pussy clenching, milking me, making my balls tighten. My vision blurs.
I pull out, spinning her, bending her over a table by the wall, her shapely ass up, round and perfect. Her pussy is red and swollen, dripping with her moisture, the essence of her arousal.
I grab her hips and pull her ass forcefully to meet my cock. I splay one hand over her back, and leave the other to rest on her hip. I plunge my cock deep and hard into her, my thrust vicious. I fuck her hard, stretching her to the limit. She’s screaming, her hands clawing the table, her nails gouging the wood.
I’m merciless as I continue to pound into her, my balls slapping her clit with every thrust, the wet, obscene sound driving me wild. “You’re fucking mine,” I growl, my hand fisting and yanking at her hair arching her back and she moans, “Yes, fuck, Enzo, yes.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me so my chest is against her back. I put my lips to her ear, my cock still buried deep, pulsing inside her. “Say it,” I demand, slowing my thrust, teasing, making her squirm. Her pussy clenching, so desperate and needy. “Say you’re mine.”
“Fuck you,” she gasps, but her pussy grips me tighter, betraying her. I laugh, slamming into her, hard, fast, my cock ramming her. Her moans turn to broken sobs. I reach around with my other hand and my fingers find her clit, rubbing rough and fast. I pinch it lightly. Her pussy tightens around my cock.
I pull out and flip her onto her back. Her legs are spread wide, her pussy a wet, red mess, dripping with her cum, my pre-cum, begging for more. I thrust back in, her eyes locked on mine,green and fierce, and I’m lost. I don't slow my pace. I fuck her like I’m trying to burn her out of my fucking soul, like I'm trying to erase every second of that night and make this the only thing we remember.
Her hands grip my ass, pulling me deeper, her nails digging into my skin. I groan, my cock pulsing, ready to explode. “Fina,” I rasp, my voice cracking, and she moans. Her pussy tightening, another orgasm building up again so soon. Her body’s shaking, her eyes rolled into her head. She's so fucking responsive.
I lean down to kiss her. Our tongues tangle, the taste of her mouth mixed with her pussy on my lips, and it’s too fucking much, too fucking perfect. I thrust harder, deeper, my cock throbbing, my balls tight, and she’s coming again. She tears her mouth from mine; she screams, the sound tearing through the hall, raw and guttural. She holds me tight, her pussy milking me, squeezing me so tight I can’t hold back. I don’t stop fucking her through it. My thrusts are wild, my balls slapping her, my cock throbbing. I'm there with her.
I come, hard and hot, spilling inside her. No barrier. My cock pulses with every thick jet, filling her, flooding her pussy. I keep slow my thrusts, stabbing deep, drawing it out. Her pussy clenches, pulling every drop from me, until I’m empty, my breath ragged, her body trembling beneath me.
We’re still, panting. Her legs are around me, my cock still inside her, but softening, our cum dripping from her pussy, pooling on the table. The sight so filthy, so fucking perfect. She’s a wreck, dark curls tangled, her lips swollen, eyes glazed, her chest heaving.
God. I want to fuck her again. Right now. I feel myself already hardening again at the thought. I collapse beside her, the table cold and hard, but I don’t give a shit. She’s staring at the ceiling, her breath uneven, and I know she’s as thoroughly fucked as I am.
“Jesus,” she whispers in a raw voice. I laugh, the sound wringing out of me honestly. “Yeah,” I say, my hand gripping her thigh in a possessive, claiming manner. My fingers are slick with her cum. We’re enemies, but this—this is proving to be a fucking addiction.
I slide off the table, pulling her with me. Her legs shaky as she stands, her hair a wild tangle. Her lips are swollen, and I see the hint of fire still burning in green depths of her gaze. I want to drag her upstairs and fuck her in my bed. It's where she belongs. I want to mark every inch of her, but the reality of this slams back, cooling the haze. She's a fucking Rossi and I'm a Mancini. Two twains that shouldn't meet.
She picks up her torn clothes from the floor, evidence of how wild we'd been. She manages to put them on, her gaze flickering with something unreadable. Maybe defiance, maybe regret, I don't know. I expect her to cower in the face of the dawning realization that she'd caved under the pressure of our attraction, but she isn't. Her hands are steady as she arranges herself. Her eyes are unwavering on me.
Fuck. She's brave. My woman.
“This changes nothing. We're still enemies.” Her voice is steady.
My smile is smug as I step close, my hand grazing her hip. “Keep telling yourself that, Fina.”
There's eat in her eyes as she sears me with her glare, and I know we’re nowhere near done. I open my mouth on a witty retort when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I curse under my breath, pulling it out. Such bad timing.
Matteo’s name flashes on the screen, and I answer, my voice rough. “What?” His tone’s tight. “Trouble. Rival crew’s hitting our shipment. Tonight. Need you now. We need to move fast.” I glance at Fina, her gaze sharp, catching every word. “I’m coming,” I snap and hang up, my mind already shifting gears.
I step back and l adjust my pants. My cock is still half-hard, and the smell of raw lovemaking still permeates the air. “Stay here,” I tell her, my voice hard.
She raises a brow, like she’s daring me to make her. I don’t have time for this. Not now. I'll deal with her later and I bet we'll both love it.
I turn, striding out of the hall, my boots echoing on the stone floor. My blood’s still pumping from what had happened, but I have no time to dwell on it. The call from Matteo has lit a different fire—business, blood, the kind of shit that grounds me.
I hit the hallway, my mind racing, Fina’s moans still echoing in my head, but I shove them down, hard. I need to focus, need to be the don, not the man who just fucked his enemy into oblivion.I grab my jacket from the study, checking my gun in its holster, and head for the garage, where Matteo’s waiting.
He catches me as I'm about to enter the garage. I search his face for signs that he knows I just had a romp-in-the-sack with Fina, but his face is grim. It's business time.
I don't waste time on preambles. “Gather three men,” I say, my tone clipped.
I watch Matteo head out to follow my order and I go to grab my gun, Fina temporarily forgotten. Nothing like an impending kill to take the edge off a colossally fucked-up day.